Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 659

Darren and his companions observed for a while before quietly retreating.

"Darren, how about we try to find another way?"

Darren shook his head and said, "We have no other way. Although these rule cultivators are here now, they can't stay forever. Sooner or later, they will take action."

"That's right. We should watch them. Once they move, we will follow them."

After their discussion, Darren and the others concealed their aura and stopped at a safe place about ten kilometers away from those rule cultivators. Every day at the same time, they sent a man to check the situation.

Soon, a month went by. Finally, the people from the Divine Mountain Sect took action.

"They have put away the palace and moved west," said the person in charge of the investigation that day.

"Did you see how many people there are?" Darren asked.

"There are at least fifteen rule cultivators. They carried a palanquin that flashed with some runes when they left. I suspect the leader of the Divine Mountain Sect, Jordan, is inside it. He is a holy rule cultivator."

"A holy rule cultivator?" Darren was surprised.

"It is said that he calls himself a holy rule cultivator. But his real level should not be in the Holy Realm."

"Oh, I'm glad to hear that." Darren was relieved. If the opponent were a Holy Realm rule cultivator, it would be challenging to deal with him. Even if Finley had a holy body, he wouldn't stand a chance in a fight with a Holy Realm rule cultivator.

"Let's see what they plan to do."

Darren and his companions followed the rule cultivators secretly for a few days.

The people from the Divine Mountain Sect marched with their captives, the elders of some other sects, till they finally arrived at their destination.

This place should be a black desert, as well. But for some reason, the desert had burned red and turned into a sea of sand and fire. The heat radiating from it was almost unbearable.

The people of the Divine Mountain Sect stopped at the edge of the Sea of Sand and Fire.

"Make the array,"

a commanding voice ordered from inside the palanquin.

The remaining rule cultivators, including the old man in the black robe, stepped forward.

Runes gleamed on the rule cultivators' bodies. A moment later, several beams of light fell from the sky and danced in the air.

After four hours, the light curtain condensed into an ark that floated above the Sea of Sand and Fire.

"Jordan, I have no bad blood with you. Why did you capture me?"

a young captive shouted toward the palanquin. There was a powerful aura about this youth.

"You and the leader of the Heaven Lake Sect will find out later," the man in the palanquin mocked.

"Do you know what will happen if you dare lay a finger on me, Jordan? Our sect will destroy your Divine Mountain Sect!" roared another middle-aged man with a powerful aura.

"Ha-ha, if I didn't dare to hurt you two, why would I have captured you?" the person in the palanquin sneered.

Darren and the others lurked in the distance and watched silently.

"They are indeed the heads of the Crimson Sea Sect and the Heaven Lake Sect. They have been caught."

"Never mind. Check out that ark. It seems like they will use the ark to leave. What should we do?"

The Sea of Sand and Fire was a scorching place, and anyone's flesh and bones would burn the moment they set foot in it.

"If they want to cross the Sea of Sand and Fire, we have no choice but to find another way out." Hobson frowned.

"There is no other way out. And staying here is equivalent to waiting for death," someone said bitterly.

Darren kept silent and thought about what to do next.

After a while, Darren narrowed his eyes and said, "Let's go there."

"To the Sea of Sand and Fire?" They were all surprised.

"No. We should go to the people from the Divine Mountain Sect," Darren said, calmly.

"What? Do you have a death wish?"