Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 483

"Forgive you? How dare you ask me for forgiveness? You guys must have killed so many innocent people, to be as powerful as you are now," with a vicious voice and an angry stare, Darren yelled coldly at them.

"Sir, in this world, if one person wants to become powerful, he must be steeped in blood.

Besides, since getting the hang of the prototype of true rule, we have not been out of the Red Inferno Sect, which means we have not killed anyone for more than one hundred years. Please don't kill us. Spare us our lives, sir."

The grand-elders of the Red Inferno Sect all kowtowed to Darren as they begged him to be merciful towards them.

By rights, as grand-elders of a sect, they should have their pride and not bend a knee to a young man to beg for his forgiveness. Yet, they were left with no other alternatives at the moment, bowing down to Darren was the only way for them to save their lives.

In all truths, the way Finley manipulated the space had shocked them. Knowing that Finley was following Darren's orders, the grand-elders surrendered to him as well.

In the present circumstances, Darren had a grim expression on his face, but deep inside his heart, he was thinking about what the grand-elder said just now. He was right, and this world was governed by the laws of the jungle. To become a master warrior, a person must kill some people to prove himself worthy. The variance, however, lay in the number of people killed. That was just how it was, the survival of the fittest, and the elimination of the unfit.

"Darren, these old men are very powerful and skilled, why don't you take them as your subordinates?" Finley sent a message to Darren using his spiritual sense.

"I don't think it is possible. Yes, they are powerful and skilled, but what they had are on the extremes. How can I take them as my subordinates if I cannot control them?" Darren replied shortly.

At first, Darren actually thought it was a good idea to take them as his subordinates. Even though they had killed so many people, they would not commit the same crimes under his control, which would mean the same effect as killing them. However, he was not confident that he could control the ruthless and powerful grand-elders.

Yet, Darren thought that to save their lives, they might agree to be his subordinates. Despite that idea, Darren still had his doubts and was not totally convinced. What if they changed their minds after Darren freed them from the Ancient Void Battlefield? It was almost impossible to drag them back into the Ancient Void Battlefield once they were liberated.

"Ha-ha, don't worry about that. I often go to the tenth space these past few days, and I have obtained several wonderful skills from the defender. One of them is the Soul Control Skill. With this skill, they cannot escape from your control. But with one condition, that is they agree to be your subordinates." With an excited expression on his face, Finley sent the message to Darren using his spiritual sense.

"Soul Control Skill? Can I use it?" hearing the good news from Finley, Darren asked immediately.

"With my help, you will definitely succeed," Finley assured Darren.

"Hey man, you are awesome. Are you trying to be a rule cultivator as well?" with a sheepish smile, Darren retorted back to Finley. This time, he was impressed by what his friend had become. All his efforts in training and cultivation seemed to pay off.

"Just for a change, and fun, also," Finley answered calmly, grinning playfully.

Since Finley said that he had the Soul Control Skill, of course, Darren trusted him immediately. With that assurance, he talked to the grand-elders right away, saying, "Now I am giving you two options. The first one is to die, right here and now. The second one is to be under my control from this day forward. That would mean, you cannot kill innocent people anymore. These are my conditions, and now, your fate depends on your decision."

Hearing what Darren said, the grand-elders thought about it for a while. Then the most influential among them asked, "Did you mean you want to enslave us? I am sorry, but if you want us to be your slaves, we would rather die."

What was the point of living if they would be enslaved and live a miserable life?

"No. I don't need any slaves. If you guys submit yourself to me wholeheartedly, I will never give you a hard time. I will even treat you as my friends. But whenever I need you, you must do whatever I command you to do," as much as he wanted to made himself clear, Darren explained.

"So... To put it simply, you want to take us as your subordinates?" one grand-elder asked to clear his doubts off.

"Yes, but not the typical subordinates. I will give you enough freedom, and I am sure you will feel more untrammeled compared to the times when you were in the Red Inferno Sect. But keep in mind, that you cannot do any evil things once you are under my command," with a stern voice and an air of authority, Darren answered.

"Sir, did you really mean it?" the three old men asked in chorus. They were obviously tempted and was on the point of agreeing to Darren's terms. Thus, to convince them even more, the young warrior added, "I have always kept my promises, and I don't like to lie."

"Old bastards, since I became the master's subordinate, he has treated me as his brother. Why do you have so many questions? Let me know if you want to die!" The Water Kylin was impatient with their rambling conversations. Moreover, he was beaten badly by the grand-elders earlier, which made him eager to take revenge on them by killing them.

"We would love to submit ourselves to you. Master!" Ignoring the Water Kylin, they had made up their minds to submit themselves to Darren. After professing their loyalty, the grand-elders bowed to Darren and called him master.