The Ultimate Husband (Darryl and Lily Lyndon) novel Chapter 5301

The next second, the sword apparition steadily stabbed into the ground. After the residual force dissipated, everyone looked at it and was secretly shocked.

It turned out that the sword apparition was just an ordinary wooden sword. It was stabbed deeply into the slate then, and the entire blade sank into the slate, leaving only the hilt exposed in the air.

How powerful must the wielder's internal energy be to stab a wooden sword into the slate?

For a brief moment, the sect masters were stunned. Then they looked at the sky, wondering who the person was.

The disciples that surrounded Darryl also stopped and looked extremely surprised.

However, Darryl stood there with an indifferent expression.

Everyone present was unaware of that, but Darryl was certain that it signaled Preston's arrival.

"Who here wants to hurt Darryl?"

A low voice was heard as everyone looked up at the sky. Then, from behind the Palace Master, a figure emerged from the crowd of Pure Yang Division disciples.

He wore a black robe, and his eyes glowed with a malicious aura.

It was Preston.

He was ecstatic after learning the Eight Spin Sword skill the previous night. Despite having grasped the essence of it, he went back to the mountain to continue his practice that morning.

In his mind, the Celestial Swordsmanship that Darryl taught him was incomparably mysterious, so he must be diligent in practicing it. He was in the middle of his practice when he realized that sect masters from various sects were at the Pure Yang Division to cause trouble for Darryl. He was furious, so he rushed over to the scene.

At that moment, everyone's gaze was fixed on Preston, and their brows were furrowed.

Was he the owner of the wooden sword?

He dressed so ordinary and did not look like anyone powerful.

Nolan?

"If you don't want to die, get out of here."

As soon as he finished speaking, the other sect masters also shouted.

"Yes, get out of here."

"We won't be careful once we draw our swords. If we hurt you accidentally, don't blame us for not reminding you in advance..."

Preston sneered as he faced the roar of the crowd. He looked around and said, "I don't care what you plan to do. I'm here today. No one can lay a finger on Darryl."

He reached out his hand and grabbed the sword as soon as he finished speaking.

The wooden sword, which had become stuck on the slate, flew into the air as Preston grasped the hilt firmly in his hand.

At the same time, a strong aura erupted from Preston's surroundings and swept across the entire field. The Pure Yang Division and the other sects felt an intense invisible pressure heading toward them.