Darryl chuckled as he comforted Monica. "My dear, don't be nervous. Master is an amiable and nice guy!" Darryl hugged Monica in his arms as he jumped off the cliff. Woohoo! Monica could hear the whistles of wind in her ears as she tightened her arms around Darryl's waist. She was somewhat nervous to experience the fall. If it were someone else who jumped off such great height, they would surely fall to pieces. However, when she saw Darryl's confident smile, Monica immediately sighed in relief. At the same time, she felt content to have such a reliable and capable man. Soon, they landed on their feet. Darryl held Monica's hand in one hand and carried the wine and roast chicken in the other. Then, he walked toward the canyon with a big smile on his face. As they made their way to see his master, Darryl shouted jovially, "Master, Master! I'm here to see you!" Monica, on the other hand, loved the breath-taking scenery around the canyon! "Master! Can you hear me?" Darr

The civil and military officials hurriedly knelt to thank the Emperor, and they responded respectfully, "Thank you, Your Majesty!" The hall was filled with a festive atmosphere. However, Yvette, who stood next to the dragon throne, appeared uninterested. In the past few years, whenever the New World Emperor was happy, he would suggest a wedding for Yvette and Sawyer. Fortunately, Yvette was able to postpone the event with various excuses in the past. Yvette felt drained because she had to come up with so many excuses. She knew that her father would probably talk about the matter again during the feast with the civil and military officials! She had already begun to think of new excuses. Yvette frowned as her mind worked hard on that; she felt unspeakably irritable! "Your Majesty, something terrible has happened. There is a man outside with a red broken sword. He's attacking the Royal City!" A young eunuch stumbled into the hall and knelt on the ground. His face was pale

The New World Emperor bellowed the last line. Darryl had killed his beloved general, his daughter's future husband! The man did not only humiliate the royal family; he had ravaged their ego as well. The Emperor swore to kill Darryl that day! Whoosh! Whoosh! Hundreds of royal guards had gathered outside the hall; they discharged their internal energy and charged toward Darryl! Those royal guards were mainly responsible for the safety of the palace. They were at least a Martial Marquis; most of them were level three Martial Marquis! Waves of aura from the hundreds of royal guards were extremely powerful. Darryl went ballistic. Without another word, he raised his hands! "Die! Go to hell! Ascension of the Nine Dragons!" A frantic roar echoed from Darryl's mouth. The moment he shouted, nine golden dragons appeared out of thin air. The dragons growled as they charged at the royal guards. "Argh!" In the blink of an eye, the royal guards screamed as they fell from the

Darryl's Rocky was the same size as Sloan's, but it had a different color! Darryl's Rocky had purple lightning, and it possessed lightning attributes! Roar! Roar! The two Rockies immediately bit each other! Those two beasts were from the same mother and the same litter. Hence, they share the same bloodline. However, after they were claimed, they would obey their own master's orders. Even if they knew that they were blood-related, they had no qualms to go all out in that battle. Whoa! Everyone there was shocked to see the two Rockies in a fight; they were stupefied. It was a rare sight, indeed, to see them assault one another. Never in a thousand years! Darryl held the Blood Drinking Sword as he charged at the Country Secretary and Sloan! Even though Darryl relied on Pure Yang Energy to channel his internal energy, it was still a tough fight to go against the Country Secretary and Sloan. Those two cooperated very well with each other. "Darryl!" The Country Secr

Darryl walked towards the Emperor step by step with horrible killing intent. Clang! Clang! Clang! The New World Emperor felt as if each step he took seemed heavy. He could feel Darryl's suffocating murderous intent. The Emperor's face paled—his heart was alarmed, and his body shivered uncontrollably! The Country Secretary and Sloan were two great guardians, yet one was dead and the other wounded! Darryl had killed more than ten thousand royal guards and a hundred thousand soldiers. The New World Emperor finally realized that he had underestimated Darryl's strength! It was as if the God of War had possessed the man! 'What should I do?' The New World Emperor's legs felt like jelly. He had completely set aside his imposing manner. Would he die in Darryl's hands that day? In the blink of an eye, Darryl had gone up to the New World Emperor with his Blood Drinking Sword and shouted, "Master, your spirit can now rest in peace in heaven!" After Darryl said that, the