Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 527

Darren turned to look at the clouds and marveled at the aura he sensed above them. It was strong indeed, despite its vast distance from him.

"How powerful mutants are! I must say!" he exclaimed. "Are there any seven-star grand warriors among them?"

He felt an equally strong aura in Eddy, but that aura was a little weaker than that of a seven-star law enforcer.

However, now that the law enforcers couldn't come to the Bottom Spiritual World, the mutants would prove themselves a serious problem for this world.

At that moment, all the great and powerful martial artists and rule cultivators in the Bottom Spiritual World looked toward the clouds with no little sense of unease.

That unease was doubled when a booming noise shook the heavens.

Their amazed eyes were drawn to the southern sky, where the inky black tail of a dragon swept its way through the air. Gradually, the rest of the creature's body emerged from the misty clouds. It was huge, perhaps three thousand feet long.

By comparison, Scott, whose skill was equal to that of a five-star grand warrior, was only a hundred feet long when he transformed into a dragon. So how strong could that black monster be?

"Perhaps this dragon is the Dragon King of the demonic monster domain," Darren murmured to himself in astonishment. "Could he belong to the Dragon Blood Clan?"

He had once thought that only Scott's family had a dragon bloodline. Supposedly, the legendary Dragon King to whom he just had referred was also a dragon, or could turn into one.

But on second thoughts, the existence of the Dragon King was entirely plausible. Darren had once met a flood dragon himself, and subsequently gained the inheritance skill of the Dragon Blood Clan by killing it. Maybe that flood dragon's bloodline had not been the only one of its kind.

Before he could ponder this any further, there was another sound like a tremendous thunderclap, but this time from the north side of the sky. There, a double-headed man appeared among the clouds, one thousand feet in height.

This new creature's skin was a deep blue, darker than the sky behind him, and its two heads were fierce and terrible to behold. It was plain that its power was no less than that of the Dragon King.

Boom! Boom!

The whole landscape shook as the two titans made their presence felt. The double-headed man roared and the dragon swept his tail about, and horrible quakes rattled the mountains.

If the Bottom Spiritual World hadn't been upgraded before, it was certain that the whole land would be destroyed by this two mutants.

One of the many warriors present finally regained his nerve and let out a defiant shout. "You bastard! Stop!"

His courage spread like a wildfire among his comrades, many of whom immediately joined him. Taking flight together, they sped upward toward the two giant kings.

"Kill them right now!"

But even as he said these words, the skies around the two kings began to fill with their troops: double-headed men and demonic monsters.

For a nerve-racking moment the two airborne armies surged toward each other. The people on the ground watched breathlessly as they finally crashed together, and the battle was joined.

But, as brave as the men in the air were, it was clear that they were outmatched by their monstrous opponents. As quickly as the fight had begun, it was over, and soon they were raining back to the ground, beaten and exhausted.

Darren observed all this with mounting outrage and dismay. He was as eager as anyone to meet the two mutant kings in battle and completely obliterate them, but he knew that it was hopeless.

As confident as he was in his own skill, he knew that he wasn't good enough to take on the Dragon King or the Double-headed King. If he flew up there and challenged them both, they would kill him immediately for sure.

For a long, awful moment, the whole land was darkened by the shadow cast by the two mutant kings and their victorious armies. The humans below saw nothing before them except the promise of a slaughter.

Then, incredibly, a subtle swishing sound penetrated the uproarious commotion of the scene.

At the same time a golden arrow stabbed upward through the sky, a black line trailing behind.

"Huh? What is that?"

Darren looked, and despite the vast distance between himself and that golden arrow, its power made his heart skip a beat.

"Even the seven-star law enforcers couldn't penetrate through the space, but how can that golden arrow make it? And where did it come from?"

But then his confusion left him in a flash, and he exclaimed, "Oh! I got it! It's from the Heavenly Palace Sect!"

The masters in the Chasm Clan had once said that whenever the mutants rioted, it was possible to protect the land by the use of two legendary weapons.

That golden arrow looked like one of them, and it belonged to the Heavenly Palace Sect.

Wherever it had come from, it was a mighty weapon indeed. Darren could sense that much.

The arrow tore through the void, its sound penetrating the clouds like a sharp cry of triumph.

The dragon saw the incoming threat and answered with his own menacing roar.

He twisted in midair, bringing his tail around to lash out and strike the arrow aside.

But he was too slow. That glinting golden weapon buried itself in his tail, nearly severing it.