Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 602

When everything was calmed and settled, Darren was left standing, alone, desolate, and filled with remorse and misery. All these mixed up emotions made him frown momentarily.

Yet, torture and torment didn't end there. Horror filled Darren's eyes when he saw in his chest the mark of the cross. This time, however, the mark was made to completion.

As it all synced into him, Darren's face turned livid with rage. After all that they had done to him, Darren was overwhelmed with hatred at these unknown subjects.

"Come on if you want! I'll kill all of you!" Darren roared, shaking the whole city with his uproar.

But after this shout of challenge, the noise in the Impeccant City suddenly quieted down as if they were jounced and shuddered by Darren's powerful aura.

To vent out his anger, Darren roared and roared incessantly until he was parched and exhausted.

He wanted to find Ella's dead body and give her a decent burial that she deserved. Howbeit, he searched high and low, but he couldn't find anything, as she was reduced to dust by that vile figurine creature.

"I'm sorry, Ella. You may rest assured that I will kill those creatures from the Divine Lunar Sect to avenge you and your family's death!"

Clutched on his hands was the dust from the ruins as he made such a promise to Ella in a deep voice. After shedding a tear or two, Darren soared into the sky at breakneck speed.

As soon as he was midair, a powerful aura locked in on him.

"No need to hurry," whispered a voice in Darren's ears.

"What?" asked Darren in a puzzled tone.

Whoever it was, Darren knew that he was not that weak when it came to both talents and intents, but Darren was in a rage right now and would not doubtfully kill anyone who came on his way.

"What? Do you want to die too?" asked Darren icily. Though he wasn't able to see the face of the man bearing the voice yet.

"Ha-ha. Don't get me wrong, young man. I am Zavier Fang, the Governor of Impeccant City. I see that you are extremely powerful, so I am here to pay my respects to you." The man who presented himself to Darren laughed and showed no hostility towards the enraged warrior.

"I killed your soldiers. Aren't you going to arrest me?" Darren asked with a blank face, not heeding to his flattery.

"Oh, they were just a few minions, and they don't matter. They deserve it," the man replied casually.

"Then why do you want to see me? Just tell me what you want, straight away." Considering the man's nature, Darren knew that he hadn't come to him for chitchat.