Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 372

With the sun peeking at the horizons, and its light cast a silhouette at the mountains afar, a new and refreshed hope stirred inside Darren. Overseeing the scenic view painted by the sunlight, he took a deep breath and prepared himself to set out. Today, he would head to the capital of Doriath to pick up the guard of the Martial Skill Library.

When all was set and ready, Darren hovered over the clouds with his destination in mind. However, as he was afloat midair, a strange feeling swept over him. He was so troubled by that outlandish sense that he released his spiritual sense to check on the vicinity for something suspicious. To his dismay, he found nothing.

"Hmm, that's so peculiar. I am certain I sensed a strong aura flashing across just now. Was that just my illusion?" with all his senses heightened, Darren mumbled while shaking his head.

Then he went on flying ahead, dismissing the thought on his mind. Though the aura had disappeared as he moved further away, he still felt vaguely uneasy.

While flying, he examined his force of control. Gauging his potentials, he estimated that two to three days from now, he could open the Ancient Void Battlefield. By that time, he would be able to enter the battlefield and visit the Water Kylin and Finley. Even though the idea thrilled him, Darren became vigilant because of the illusion earlier. After the previous bitter lesson that he had experienced, he reminded himself always to make sure that he could open the Ancient Void Battlefield as an escape route, only with that assurance that he could set his mind at rest.

After a few moments, Darren arrived at the capital of Doriath. He was not mesmerized to have arrived at the place for just a short flight because his mind was quite full at the moment. Getting his eyes accustomed to the familiar place, he let out his spiritual sense to search the area.

"Humph. Damn it!" Darren growled as he traced a familiar aura from the dungeon of the imperial palace. Without any delay, he ran down and entered the cell, his weapons ready for an attack.

Boom!

The imperial palace tempestuously shook when the dungeon was punched through with Darren's intent. He was determined to make a dramatic entrance and surprise whoever it was that was causing trouble.

Crashing and rumbling the walls of the dungeon down, Darren landed with an overpowering aura. Towers of dust soon rose, covered and dispersed throughout the place. Scores of martial artists in the Spirit Realm looked at him in terror, too frightened to move. Some of them attempted to run away and escape but decided to stay and not move an inch, lest they faced Darren's wrath as a punishment.

Not minding the group of martial artists surrounding him, Darren directly went inside and rushed to a fetid pool filled with black water. The guard of the Martial Skill Library was tied up there, and his feet were dipped in the black water.

Seeing the guard's face all twisted and stretched in bearing the pain, Darren flew over and saved the guard of the Martial Skill Library from the toxic water. The moment he untied and lifted him, he caught sight of the rotten legs, skins, and some flesh were dangling down from the bones. Darren got enraged with an impulse to destroy the imperial palace with just one blow.

"You merciless scums! Tell me! Who ordered you to torture him?" vexed and enraged, Darren bellowed in a cold voice while eyeing the soldiers who had been paralyzed with fear.

"We don't know," one of the soldiers shouted back in response with a quivering sound.

Whew! Splat!

A sword flashed as a knee-jerk reaction, and soon the soldier's head fell to the ground followed by his body. Blood spurted out from his severed neck.

"Come in!" the middle-aged man shouted. Then several guards at the Mysterious Realm flew over to stand beside him. The warriors were so vigilant in case Darren would let out any unexpected and unsolicited attack. He was at the rage and was on the verge of vexing out his frustration at the moment.

Bang!

The middle-aged man beat them and roared, "Where were you just now? What should I do? What should I do?"

"As the emperor of Doriath, how could you be so panic-stricken?" asked a figure that had just arrived at the palace.

Strange scurried voices came as few figures walked into the hall at the moment.

The middle-aged man was shocked, for he sensed that the momentum of the men approaching wasn't weaker than that of Darren.

"Here is the Holy Lord. Go down on your knees!" an old man shouted as he announced the entrance of the Holy Lord.