Darryl only had one thing on his mind then, and that was to take the Nineturn Spirit Pill and then take down this bastard Martin.
"Stand right there, Darryl Darby."
Seeing as he was about to get to the Nineturn Spirit Pill, Martin let out a loud cry. "Or I'll snap this woman's neck in half before you can even take another step."
His voice was crazed, not leaving any room for doubt.
Darryl stopped, and turned to look. His chest plummeted at the sight.
All that could be seen was that the battle had ended. Martin had a hand holding down Rachelle's wrists, and another hand wrapped firmly around her neck.
It was obvious that Rachelle's injuries had gotten the best of her in the end, and she could not beat Martin.
Darryl could clearly see that all it took was for Martin to use the slightest bit of force, and Rachelle could be done for.
F*ck!
Darryl returned to his senses quickly enough, glowering at Martin. "Let her go."
Sensing Darryl's panic, Martin let out a smirk as his gaze was nothing but condescending. "Oh, Darryl Darby. Look at you, getting all worked up over this woman's life. And you still dare say there's nothing between you?"
"Don't worry, though. I won't kill her for now— but only if you do as I say."
At the words, Martin cast a glance at the two pills on the ground before he spoke. "Bring the pills to me at once. And kneel in apology for what you did to me before. If you don't do it, don't fault me for being heartless."
Martin was extremely smug then, as well as murderous.
Darryl had threatened his Sect Master to publicly apologize to the Pure Yang Division, and such humiliation would have to be avenged.
"Darryl!"
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