Nobilis of War novel Chapter 1434

As a Bloodsucker Prince, even if he were to confront death, then he should die in a dignified way, trading blows with a worthy adversary.

Naturally, the Bloodsucker Prince felt his pride defiled at the hands of the powerful human when he saw he had sent a nobody of the Celestial God Realm to lay waste to him.

"Perish, you weakling!"

With the recent humiliation churning his anger, the Bloodsucker Prince roared, taking a fierce swipe at Darren with his bloody claw.

Watching him close in on him so quickly made Darren's heart skip a beat!

The swiftness of it all shocked him enough to remain frozen in place. Before the bloody claw could even make contact with Darren's body, he felt his internal organs eviscerate.

It all happened so fast that Darren didn't even get a chance to activate his god's power, much less move. The next moment, the bloody claw had landed on top of Darren's head, attempting to break his skull in half.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a black and white sword intent swooped in above Darren's head and foiled the attack, protecting him.

Unable to register anything, Darren stood in place, baffled. He realized the gap between his and his opponent's abilities was far too great. If Lord Starry Sword hadn't intervened, he would have been reduced to a fountain of blood mist.

"What!?"

Surprised, the Bloodsucker Prince staggered back a few steps to steady his footing.

"Don't just stand there. Make your move!" Agitated, Lord Starry Sword scolded Darren back to his senses.

"Right, okay! I'll give it my all!"

Preparing himself to fight, Darren used the fifth move of the supreme sword skill coupled with his violent surging sword intent to unleash a formidable attack.

Carefully reading his movements, the Bloodsucker Prince flapped his broken wings, manifesting himself into a bloody line and swerved away from Darren's attack, effortlessly.

"Darren, watch your back!" Observing the battle from afar, Gilmer fiddled with his hands, worried out of his wits for Darren. The movements of the bloody line were so fast that even he was unable to keep track of it with his eyes.

As a countermeasure for the opponent's untraceable speed, Darren surrounded himself with hundreds of blade shadows to act as a curtain.

Bang!

Suddenly, the blade shadows collided with some obstruction and were reduced to pieces, and Darren was sent flying from the impact.

After Darren was knocked back, the Bloodsucker Prince appeared in the spot where Darren once stood with his blade shadows.

Heaving heavy breaths, the Bloodsucker Prince stood supporting his left shoulder, an inch long wound carved on his skin from Darren's blades, blood dripping profusely.

"Heh, not bad. Darren is something else!" Watching Darren hold his own against the powerful Bloodsucker Prince made Lord Feng's eyes lit up, beaming with pride. It was indeed a praiseworthy achievement to break the defense of the Bloodsucker Prince when Darren's cultivation level was only at the Celestial God Realm.

"How did he pull that off?" Gilmer exclaimed with surprise. Despite being at the low-level of the Superior God level, he was unsuccessful in reading the Bloodsucker Prince's movements. And on the other hand, Darren managed to inflict an injury on him, which was incredible.

The Bloodsucker Prince stood glaring at Darren's figure, clutching his greatest humiliation masquerading as the cut carved by Darren on his shoulder.

Flying backward to add in some distance between himself and his foe, Darren smirked, satisfied.

In fact, what Darren was happy about was not that he had injured the Bloodsucker Prince, but that his cultivation level was improving.

Because at that moment, the Bloodsucker Prince hated Darren to the extreme. Under the effect of the Defiant God Character, his cultivation level kept on rising.

"Alright, then. Let's do this one more time!"

Darren made the first move and propelled himself forward, incorporating all his strength in this attack.

The powerful blade intent and sword intent, the black god's power, the dark gold god's power...

But what Darren believed to be an irrevocable strike was easily foiled by the Bloodsucker Prince before it could even so much as graze him.

"Die, you worthless dime-a-dozen human!"

The Bloodsucker Prince's body flashed before Darren's eyes before it disappeared again. By the time he revealed himself, he had morphed into ten phantoms circling around Darren, surrounding him.

Like moths to a flame, all ten phantoms rushed in to attack Darren all at once.

Trying to dodge their collective strike, Darren ducked away, but his opponent's speed surpassed his by leaps and bounds. Before he could remove himself from their scope, the blood vitality caught up and struck him.

But all was not lost. If push came to shove, Darren had the hope tucked away in his heart that Lord Starry Sword and Lord Feng would intervene and extract him from the jaws of death.

Since there was no window for escape, Darren decided to confront them and fight back. Five Spiritual Flying Swords sprung out and flew towards one of the phantoms at the same time.

At this moment, Darren felt a sharp sting of pain sprout from his body, paralyzing him.

Bang!

His legs were bombarded by the blood vitality, rendering him immobilized.

"Oh, no!"

Darren's eyes trembled in fear, eyeing his injured self. He was sure Lord Starry Sword would have swooped in to protect him. However, he didn't. Fortunately, Darren didn't depend entirely on someone else to come to his aid and tried his best to dodge, or else he would have kicked the bucket at that attack.

However, Darren wasn't the only one on the receiving end. The Bloodsucker Prince stood at the far end, blood dribbling down his arm. One of the five Spiritual Flying Swords managed to pierce through his skin, wounding him.