Lord Of Martial Arts

Maxwell revealed his killing intent to Darren.

"Ha!"

Darren chuckled and took a step forward.

"Gambling King, you know what happened at that time. You wanted money, but I wanted to survive. Under those circumstances, I had no choice but to make sure I won."

"Humph! You brat! You made me lose more than two hundred million killing points and a lot of divine patterns. Do you think your life is worth that much?" Maxwell roared angrily.

"Please don't be angry. Let's stop talking about the value of my life. I am more than willing to compensate you for what you lost. What do you say?" Darren said calmly.

Instead of calming down, Maxwell seemed to get even more furious.

It was not that he didn't want to gain back what he had lost. He just didn't believe Darren could actually afford it. He was also about to acquire Murphy's property. There was no way Murphy could be helping him pay.

"What? Are you unwilling to accept it, Gambling King?"

"Humph! You brat! How much property do you even have? How can you return the killing points and the divine patterns that our Gambling King lost?" one of the old men jeered.

"I happen to have one hundred million killing points, which I got with the help of Lord Starry Sword. I also have three level-seven divine patterns! I wonder if these would be enough," Darren said. While speaking, he released three level-seven divine patterns. They floated in the air in front of the old men. The old men tried to reach out for them, so Darren immediately drew them back.

"They are indeed level-seven divine patterns!" The three old men were shocked, their faces pale. Their eyes, however, glowed with greed.

"Three level-seven divine patterns are indeed worth more than one hundred million killing points."

"No way." Maxwell was tempted to accept his offer, but he still wanted to see what Darren could give him.

"Gambling King! I have offered to make up for what you have lost. What I showed you is all I have. There's nothing I can do if you don't want to accept it. I guess I will just have to be buried with these treasures. I wouldn't think my humble, insignificant life was in vain since I was able to leave this world with so many killing points and divine patterns. Humph!" Darren huffed, his face darkening.

However, he believed that Maxwell, the Gambling King, would not give up so many killing points just to kill him.

Right then, Maxwell winked at the old man beside him. The old man immediately stepped forward and spoke. "The things you offer are actually not enough to compensate for what ou

tle and focused on flying towards the Starry Sword Sect as fast as they could.

After Darren and Murphy left, Maxwell and the three old men began to enjoy. They had a grand feast prepared before them, and they helped themselves to the delicious food and drink.

It was not until several hours later that the banquet came to an end.

"Guards, take these trophies to my treasure houses."

Maxwell lay down leisurely in his chair. Behind him, a personal guard at the low-level of the Celestial God Realm walked towards the treasure houses, clutching the treasures Maxwell had gotten.

Suddenly, the guard came rushing back.

As soon as he entered the hall, he fell down to his knees. He looked flustered, but he dared not speak.

"What happened? Has such a big tragedy struck you and your family that you look like this?" Maxwell asked sourly.

"No, master, something serious has happened."

"Get to the point!"

"The treasure houses have been plundered."

"What?!" Maxwell flew over and grabbed the personal guard's neck. He squeezed it tight. "Say it again!"

"M-master, a-all the treasures in the t-treasure houses have been stolen... Urk!"

Suddenly, something dawned on Maxwell.

No wonder Darren and Murphy didn't even hesitate to give him so many killing points and divine patterns. They had stolen his property and pretended to give it to him!

In his treasure houses, there were hundreds of millions of killing points and more than two thousand divine patterns. They could have easily taken some of them.

"Ah! I will kill all of you!"

Maxwell was so angry that he forcefully snapped the guard's neck. It was deathly silent as his head snapped off and rolled across the cold floor.