Perfect Husband, The Destined One novel Chapter 5256

Interesting!

Darryl could not stop laughing as he sensed Preston's arrogance. He looked at him with interest and said, "What if I don't get out?" It was the first time he had encountered such an arrogant person in his many years of cultivator life.

However, it was no wonder that that person was so powerful that he could be considered a top-level existence in the entire Cryolet Continent.

Preston became enraged when he realized Darryl would not listen to anything he said. He casually waved the massive sword he carried on his back.

Boom!

An invisible sword aura erupted, and a massive stone not far away was smashed to pieces. His sword's power was terrifying.

Darryl frowned.

That man's swordsmanship abilities were truly extraordinary. He appeared to be much stronger than his master at the time. He could not help but think of Ford at the time.

Ford was a famous swordsman in the Nine Mainland for decades. The Celestial Swordsmanship he practiced was incomparably powerful, making the whole world of cultivators in the east continent tremble with fear. Darryl had been apprenticed to Ford by chance at the time. His cultivation of the Celestial Swordsmanship had greatly improved then.

Unfortunately, Ford was later killed by the New World's Country Secretary. Darryl was enraged and stormed into the royal palace alone to avenge his master.

Darryl believed that only Ford possessed the highest level of swordsmanship. When he saw Preston, however, he realized that there was always someone better.

With a simple wave of his hand, he could summon a powerful sword aura and smash the massive stone to pieces. At his peak, even Ford could not do it.

Darryl would have been very nervous if he had seen Preston when he had just arrived in the world of cultivators. However, Darryl was not anxious at all.

No matter how good a swordsman was, he was merely a powerful man in the world. Darryl, the Heaven Emperor's master, did not take Preston seriously.

"Brat!"

Just as Darryl was immersed in his memory, Preston looked at him coldly and said, "My sword had not been stained with blood for more than 20 years. If you insist on getting in my way, I don't mind making an exception."

His tone was cold and arrogant, with a sense of contempt for all living beings.