Nobilis of War novel Chapter 1237

Murphy narrowed his eyes. The sword intent flashed in his eyes.

"Darren, is this one from the Xiling Clan?"

"I think so. Who else would hunt me across thousands of kilometers away?" Darren replied. His face darkened at the thought.

"Humph! How dare he run around our sect so boldly? Come with me. I'll take his head for you!" Murphy exclaimed. The aura around him gradually changed. Darren could feel the intense murderous intent from him, and it scared him a bit.

With that, both of them flew out of the sect.

Their robes rustled in the air as they cruised along the wind.

Above the mountains, an old man with white hair floated. He had an arrogant face as he looked down below.

"Identify yourself! How dare you come here and run around wildly in our sect!" Murphy shouted.

He flew up to the sky and stopped midair. He was like a divine sword as he floated above. His formidable figure commanded attention and awe from everyone who was looking.

"Are you the leader of the Starry Sword Sect's branch, Murphy You?"

"Yes, I am. Now that you know who I am, get out of my sight!" Murphy shouted coldly.

"I respect you, Murphy. But it is only because you are connected to the Starry Sword Sect. Other than that, you are nothing but dirt on the bottom of my shoe.

Now, cut that crap. Just hand over Darren Chu and everything will be fine. Your relationship with the Starry Sword Sect doesn't matter in the Tussle Region. Believe me, you don't want to be in my way!" Caleb's face was cold and impassive as he said this. It seemed like he wasn't afraid of Murphy at all.

"You son of a bitch! How dare you offend the disciple of Lord Starry Sword? I'll take your head for that!"

Murphy was getting tired of all these talks. He clenched his hands tightly around his sword. Its blade gleamed with a faint red glow.

"Don't be so arrogant, Murphy! I won't allow you to kill my friend!" a voice rang out.

Suddenly a dreadful pressure swooped down on them. A man slowly walked out from the void. He was dressed in a royal robe with an embroidered dragon on it.

Murphy felt his heart skip a beat upon seeing the man.

"Why is he here?"

"Sir, who is this man?" Darren could also feel the man's intense power. It reminded him of Lord Akbar.

"He's one of the three kings in the Ninth Precipitous Mountain. He's known as King Winfred. His strength is almost similar to the warriors in the Superior God Realm."

"Welcome, King Winfred. What brings you here?"

Murphy's tone was polite, but it was obvious that there was no veneration in it. He maintained his dignity and did not grovel at all.

"You can't hurt him, Murphy. Caleb is my friend." King Winfred stepped towards Murphy and stood beside him.

"Well, now that you're here in person, I figure I must show my respect to you even for just a little. I will let him off the hook for now. He can go," Murphy said.

"Darren, let's go inside and grab a drink!" He was about to leave with Darren when King Winfred suddenly raised his hand and called out, "Wait! You can leave, but this kid has to stay. He killed my friend's descendant. And as the saying goes, a life for a life. He needs to face the consequences of his actions. What do you say, Murphy?"

Murphy turned to look at King Winfred. His face hardened momentarily.

"Very well then. Since I cannot overpower you, I seem to have no other choice. But let me remind you to think carefully before you make up your mind. Things can only get messier from here. You might not like what awaits you," he warned. His voice was as cold as ice.

"Humph! Do you really think I won't kill you?"