Chapter 280 Demon Of Death
Donald threw a punch at Sparrow Lord’s long blade using his Dragon Fist. In the blink of an eye, the blade broke and shattered.
Sparrow Lord instantly sensed that something was amiss. He wanted to flee, but it was too late.
“Did I say you could leave?” Donald seemed to have reached the divine stage as he unleashed Dragon Fist at his opponent once again.
The punch was so powerful that it sent a glimmer of light amidst the darkness. With that, the punch landed on Sparrow Lord’s chest.
His painful cry roared across the sky as he was sent flying with one punch. At that moment, he exploded in the air.
What the hell!
Rupert was in a state of shock.
How can Golden Lord still have power level at this time?
Nevertheless, Randy said, “Don’t you worry, he’s at the end of the rope, and he’s definitely going to die.”
Taking a few steps toward Donald, he went on, “As expected, the Golden Lord never disappoints. Back then, Harp King died like a pulp after being exposed to the Jadar Stone five times. Yet you’re still alive after thirteen attacks. Not only that, but you were also able to unleash your ultimate powers. You’re truly remarkable.”
Donald threw a glance at Randy and immediately took a few steps back, leaning against the gate.
It’s currently four in the morning. All I need to do is to persist for another two hours, and I’ll be able to escape.
He could not help but wonder if he could make it.
After all, he was exhausted and was hanging at the end of the rope.
No! I can do this! I can still fight!
Right then, a glint of determination flashed across his eyes. He knew that he could defeat Randy if he unleashed his one last move.
However, he also knew that there was a possibility that he might die on the spot after using his powers.
The skill was known as the Demon of Death.
He did not know how he acquired this skill, but he was told that he could unleash the Demon of Death whenever he could not solve a problem.
It was a skill that could be awakened at that moment.
Rupert looked utterly terrified. If it was not because of Randy’s protection, he would have been killed by Donald earlier. “Kill him!” he screamed.
“My power level has gone up to exceed a million now that I’m in the divine stage. I believe it’s the same for you,” Randy said. He was old and had wrinkles all over his face. His facial features were distorted, and his teeth were gone.
Even so, he exuded a strong presence that was strong enough to make one tremble in fear.
Randy was indeed a scary man.
Seventy years ago, he was hunted by enemies from all over the world but still managed to survive. In the end, he went back to Yorksland for his retirement.
He had an extravagant funeral thirty years ago, and everyone saw him being cremated.
Be that as it may, no one expected that he was still alive and lived for so many years.
“I don’t have much time left. So, I think I should unleash my powers one last time and get rid of the Golden Lord once and for all.” After finishing his sentence, he approached Donald.
At that moment, Donald was struggling to stand up. Placing a hand on his head, he teased, “Let’s see what you’ve got if you really want to kill me.”
Everyone thought that Donald was trying to commit suicide.
After all, it would be embarrassing for the Golden Lord to die in the hands of someone else.
“You’re planning to get yourself killed? Go ahead, then! That’s even better. My reputation will be so much better after people finds out that the Golden Lord was forced to kill himself by me,” said Randy.
Donald remained silent as he hit his palm on his head forcefully.
Boom!
His mind went blank as though a flash of lightning had struck his mind. After that, darkness caught up to him and drowned him.
Blood began gushing out from every orifice as the crowd stared at him in horror.
“No! This can’t be happening!” Jennifer yelled. She tried to lunge forward but was halted.
Wynter was also screaming, but her voice could not be heard in the pouring rain.
Cracks started appearing on Donald’s mask as his palm landed on his head the second time.
His vision turned bloody as Randy became a thermographic image in his eyes.
