Chapter 780 Invincible Finley


    After a while, the middle-aged man broke into peals ofughter.


    "Which relic did you enter and find the emperor''s portrait?"


    The middle-aged man knew that this was the only way for Darren to have seen a holy emperor.


    "Since I know that you don''t believe me, I won''t bother exining it to you. Tell me. Will you let me take


    Lord Donald and the others away? Or will you try to kill me?" Darren decided to speak directly.


    "Kill you!" The middle-aged man spat out the two words. After a moment''s consideration, he added, "It''s


    a pity that I have to kill you. Young man, given your strength and potential, I will not quibble with you


    this time. I will spare you if you leave without the lord and hispanions."


    "There''s no room for negotiation. I have to take Lord Donald and his people with me. I also demand an


    apology from the eightmanders of the Cross Expeditionary Force." Darren didn''tpromise.


    "Ha-ha." The middle-aged man nced at Darren with a befuddled expression. The tone that Darren


    had used when speaking with him amused the middle-aged man. Then he replied, "Didn''t you know


    that this is not a discussion?"


    "Since this is no longer a dialogue, don''t me me for what happens next.


    Finley, are you done?" Darren''s roar spread through the sea.


    Under the dark waters, Finley''s body dazzled with light. A dense mist spread, and many rule silk


    threads broke. Then the dense mist turned into small storms that shook the North Sea Prison.


    Boom.


    The earth and sky quivered violently as a water column, several hundred kilometers in diameter, shot


    into the void.


    Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!


    Dozens of people, led by a middle-aged man with an aged face, arrived. It was Lord Donald.


    "Sir."


    Lord Donald bowed respectfully when he saw the man in the void.


    "Donald, I heard that you acquired a good helper in the pce. Regardless, you lost a bet to the eight


    "Old man, I don''t care about your rules. My friend hase to escort those people away. How dare


    you stand in his way?"


    Finley''s arrogance and strong aura immediately caught the middle-aged man''s attention.


    "Who are you?" The middle-aged man was surprised when he tried to detect the young man''s level.


    Obviously, he was some kind of master.


    "My identity is none of your business. Just fulfill Darren''s request. Otherwise, I''ll massacre you and the


    damned Cross Expeditionary Force. Humph!" Finley replied defiantly.


    Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!


    At this point, eight people flew toward Darren and Finley.


    "Ancestor."


    The eightmanders of the Cross Expeditionary Force respectfully greeted the middle-aged man.


    Traces of a smile could be seen at the corner of Finley''s mouth. In a sh, his figure disappeared.


    "Ah!"


    An agonized scream shattered the silence. When everyone spun around to see what had happened,


    onemander from among the eight was convulsing violently. His armory smashed on the ground,


    and a palm print glistened with blood on his back.


    Everyone was stunned.


    The young man in white had horrifying strength.


    Themander, who had just achieved the level of a junior holy warrior, couldn''t fight back. None had


    thought that there was such a powerful cultivator in the Sacred Pce.


    "Brat, I advise you not to be so arrogant. You just hurt amander from the Cross Expeditionary


    Force. You are inviting trouble." The middle-aged man was not as indifferent as before. He was


    seething with fury now.


    "Stop pretending to be a senior. Let''s see who is stronger! Fight me in the void!" Finley challenged the


    middle-aged man.


    The middle-aged man''s expression turned cold.


    Although the young man in white had surprising abilities, the middle-aged man was not afraid of him.


    All of a sudden, an intense aura filled the area and sent a ripple through space. A hand appeared on


    Finley''s back.


    "Spatial Rule?" Finley smiled calmly and ignored the palm.


    The palm headed for Finley at a tremendous speed.


    When the palm reached Finley, there was no power explosion nor space copse as expected. It went


    through Finley''s body and touched nothing.


    Bang!


    The air vibrated, and the power dispersed behind the middle-aged man.


    "Ouch! That hurts."


    After the blow, Finley whined as he withdrew his hand.


    But, the middle-aged man was thrown thirty feet away.


    Everyone was astounded.


    The young man in white had dared to attack their ancestor.


    The eightmanders were aghast.


    "Do you want me to kill you?" The middle-aged man stabilized his body. He did not turn to re at


    Finley. Instead, he released a strong killing intent.


    "Great! Come on!" Finley waved his hand and said, "You might be strong enough to kill me, but you are


    not quick enough. Let''s see who is faster. Perhaps I will kill all the members of your Cross


    Expeditionary Force before you can touch me."


    "Really?"


    The space around Finley began to copse, and numerous palm shadows surrounded him. There was


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    "You''re too young!" Finley grabbed something from the space cracks and wrapped himself. Then, his


    figure disappeared again.


    When he reappeared, he was outside the area that the palm shadows had besieged.


    Bang!


    With a wave of his hand, Finley forced the eightmanders to step back. When everyone looked


    around, they noticed that anothermander had been injured.


    "Next time, I will not only instill fear. I will just kill you," Finley said coldly.


    "You!"


    The middle-aged man finally turned. He was shocked.


    This white-robedd wasn''t very powerful, but his application of the Spatial Rule was far beyond that of


    the middle-aged man.


    He couldn''t stop Finley when he was attacking the eightmanders.


    At this moment, Darren knew that Finley had reached a new level.


    He might not be as powerful as the middle-aged man, but with his application of the Spatial Rule,


    Finley appeared invincible.


    "Brat, when did the Sacred Pce get a genius like you?" the middle-aged man said with a rxed


    smile.


    "You can take Lord Donald, but we need to continue that battle. What do you think?" suggested the


    middle-aged man.


    "I don''t care about the fight. If you continue to argue, the eightmanders will surely die," Finley


    shouted.


    "How dare you? Brat! If you dare to hurt the eightmanders, I will kill Darren. Anyway, he is not a


    member of the eight ns," the middle-aged man said just as his palm appeared behind Darren.


    Finley panicked.


    The middle-aged man could not hurt him, but he couldn''t protect Darren from the middle-aged man.


    "Darren, what do you think?" Finley asked.


    "You mean the Sacred Pce has to fight the eightmanders one more time?" Darren asked


    calmly.


    "That''s right," the middle-aged man nodded.


    "Good. I''ll fight them. If I win, your eightmanders will be taken to the Sacred Pce for conviction.


    Is that eptable?" Darren negotiated.


    "Bullshit! You think we will lose?" one of themanders roared. He seemed to be the most


    aggressive.


    "Make those people shut up, okay? A simple yes or no is enough," Darren said to the middle-aged


    man, calmly.


    The middle-aged man ignored Darren''s arrogance. After a brief pause, he replied, "Of course, it is


    okay. But if you lose, you have to leave the people from the Sacred Pce in prison. Moreover, you will


    be judged by my Cross Expeditionary Force. The eightmanders will decide your punishment.


    However, you can be assured that we won''t kill you. In fact, I can guarantee it."


    "In that case, let''s fight!" Darren roared as he released an intense force.