Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 983

Talon felt a horrible aura from the golden light, so he changed his palm's direction. Despite this, he did his best to keep his palm in Yahya's direction.

The golden light quickly changed its direction and followed Talon's palm. The light rampaged throughout the space crack.

Talon, the holy emperor, wore a darkened expression. Sensing danger, he quickly tried to withdraw his palm.

In as quick as a twitch of his mouth, pain ran across his arm.

In the space crack, Talon's palm suddenly exploded! Blood spattered across the floor.

The holy emperor roared in sheer agony. He didn't retreat because of his smashed palm. Instead, he rushed into the space crack.

"This is a great opportunity!"

Darren and Yusuf were pleasantly surprised to see the scene.

Talon, in his rage, forgot to chase after Darren and Yusuf. They were amazed at their luck.

"Hurry up!"

After recovering from their wounds, Darren and Yusuf staggered to their feet. They choked down the great pain from their injuries and flew toward the Primitive Tribe.

The next moment, they realized their naivety.

Even if Talon hadn't been chasing after them, it was still easy for him to find them.

They had been about ten kilometers on their way when a terrifying Dark Force tore open the space and darted toward them.

The Dark Force of the holy emperor level was as powerful as that of the Dark Emperor. There was no resisting it! Their deaths were certain if they let the Dark Force strike them.

Darren and Yusuf scrambled to defend themselves.

"You bastard!"

All of a sudden, a voice sounded in the ears of both Darren and Yusuf.

With a flash, the Dark Force completely disappeared.

"Ancestor! It's the ancestor! He's Here!" Yusuf cried excitedly as he felt his ancestor's aura. They were saved!

Sure enough, an old figure stood in front of Darren and Yusuf.

The old man reached out his hands and put them on Darren's and Yusuf's shoulders. A sense of coolness spread throughout their bodies. Darren's and Yusuf's wounds began to close up, and half their injuries began to heal as well.

They all descended to the ground.

"What's going on, Yusuf? Did that bastard get out?" the old man snapped.

"Ancestor..."

Yusuf burst into tears as he knelt on the ground.

"Cease your tears. Tell me what happened."

Yusuf sobbed and said with a trembling voice, "Ancestor, my brothers and uncles were all slaughtered by the Dark Tribe. Mr. Chu and I tried our best and managed to kill Hayden, but we were chased by Talon and we almost died..."

When the ancestor heard Yusuf's words, he turned red with anger. He clenched his fists as he tried to contain his rage.

"That bastard! Tell me more," the old man growled.

Then Darren and Yusuf told the ancestor about what had happened, including how Yahya managed to cause mayhem between the two tribes.

"Humph!" That bastard has a death wish! And that brat Yahya! How dare he think he can slaughter my descendants just because he's strengthened with a god's soul. Damn him!"

The ancestor's robe blazed with the aura of a holy emperor. Clouds were swirling, and the sun began to dim.

The earth rumbled with the force of the ancestor's power.

He released his spiritual sense, and with great force, broke through several layers of space to fly right towards Talon.

"I should be the one to blame for their deaths. If Yahya hadn't chased after me, they wouldn't have died." Darren blamed himself for bringing them into his mess.

"No, don't say it's your fault, Mr. Chu. You've told me before that Yahya was causing mayhem between the two tribes to obtain and cultivate the Shura Force. Even if you weren't here, he would've come to us anyway. Your appearance merely gave him a better chance to carry out his plans.

If ever he had gained enough strength, he would have come to kill my tribe and the Dark Tribe eventually. After all, he is under the guidance of a god's soul," said Yusuf, assuringly.

Yusuf was right. Even if Darren hadn't been in their tribe, the god's soul hiding in Yusuf's body would have already sensed the existence of the two tribes. Yahya would have slaughtered them anyway.

"Thank you Patriarch Yusuf. I hope that your clansmen can rest in peace." Darren sighed.

Both of them were silent the entire way to the Primitive Tribe. There were no more words to be said as they carried their grief.

In the tribe, families eagerly watched towards the sky, waiting for their loved ones to return.

When they saw only Yusuf and Darren returning, their hearts broke. They realized that a great tragedy must have come upon them.

The ancestor, on the other hand, rushed as fast as a flash towards the space crack with complete ease.

In just fifteen minutes, the ancestor walked out of the space crack and was face to face with Talon.

"You little bastard, you're not getting away from this. Go to hell!"

the ancestor bellowed.

Talon's body froze in complete shock as he heard the voice.

"Hah! It's you! My dear master!"

Talon suddenly turned around, with a murderous smirk on his face. A few steps ahead, Yahya stopped to turn around as well.

"Master, what happened? Why have you stopped?" Yahya asked the god's soul fearfully.

"Don't rush. This is going to be quite a show," cackled the soul.