Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 633

When Darren went out and was about to leave, he told the subordinates that his father suddenly had a stroke. He asked them to carry the Governor out.

After making sure that the Governor was taken away, Darren left and went all the way south to find the Dragon Chasing Sect.

After flying for about four or five days, Darren found that the scenery around him had changed dramatically.

Streams of flowing water stretched in all directions. Mountains that stood tall and bold across the land were like paintings. Palaces in the distance were born on clouds, which were magnificent and surreal. Caught dazzled by the landscape, Darren thought that the beauty of the place was out of this world.

Darren flew over and landed on a palace hidden amongst the range of mountains.

"Huh! The restriction was so strong. It was not easy for me to fly here."

Before he flew near the palace, Darren felt that a mysteriously tremendous force was suppressing him. The effect prohibited him from flying further and getting closer to the palace.

Thus, Darren was left with no choice and landed on the ground. He then climbed up the stone ladder that he saw on an opening along the walls of the palace.

"My name is Lewis. I've received the invitation letter of the Dragon Chasing Sect," Darren said.

He took out the invitation and gave it to the two disciples guarding the entrance.

"Come with me,"

one of the disciples said coldly and walked inside, leading the way for Darren.

With confident strides, Darren followed the man all the way. After they walked for about fifteen minutes following the twists and turns from one wall to another, they came to a small hall.

"Elder, this is a newcomer. When do you plan to test him?" asked the disciple.

As Darren surveyed the entire hall with his eyes, he saw an older man sitting at the top of an elevated pedestal. With a slight glance, he took a look at Darren and asked someone to hand the invitation to him.

"He doesn't have to be tested. I just need to check his identity. You can leave now," said the old man while motioning to the disciple to leave at once.

"What? But, it's against the rule, elder. New members of the Dragon Chasing Sect need to accept eight levels of tests," the disciple who accompanied Darren said with a hesitant expression.

"Humph! I know what I'm doing. You may leave now," ordered the elder.

"Yes, elder!" the disciple responded. He gave the elder a low bow in reverence and left momentarily.

"Come here." The elder waved at Darren the moment the disciple left.

Following the elder's request, Darren walked over and stood there.

"I'll be honest with you. You are not qualified to be a member of our Dragon Chasing Sect. But we need more disciples, so we break a rule to accept you. As long as you work hard to improve your strength and do things conscientiously, you will get more benefits. Do you understand?" implored the elder.

"I got it, elder. Loud and clear," replied Darren shortly.

With Darren's confirmation, the old man came down from his chair and laid one of his hands on Darren's shoulders. His hand felt heavy on Darren's shoulder.

"Release your fist intent now," the old man commanded Darren with a firm and compelling voice.

In fact, Darren was a little worried. The elder in front of him was mighty, and the fist intent he had grasped was too limited to cheat him.

With his face pale, after Darren released his fist intent, it soon swept out of his body. All of a sudden, his robe was bulging, resulting from the accumulated intents that stuck in there.

After a while, the old man's eyes fell coldly on Darren as if he had done something wrong.

"It's over?"

"Elder, can I ask what's over?" asked Darren with a confused expression.

"Humph! Is this all that you got? You are so weak! How did you get the invitation? Tell me now!" The old man's voice was fierce. He could sense that Darren's fist intent was very clumsy, and he didn't have the power of the top level of the seven-star Grand Realm at all.

"A brother gave me the invitation. I don't dare lie to you. In all truths, I'm scared of you, and your momentum made it difficult for me to exert my power." Struggling with his internal force, Darren sweated on his forehead. He was looking very nervous and rattled at the same time.

"Those bastards have received a lot of money from you, haven't they?" The old man guessed while narrowing his eyes.

"No, absolutely not. In fact, I have brought some local specialties from my city as an offering for you. I hope you would like them and accept them, at least."