Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 660

Jordan's cold and indifferent gaze landed on the people in front of him, and they shivered. They stood transfixed, rooted with horror as if they had fallen into a bottomless abyss. They were all terrified after realizing that the death was upon them.

"Hold on, sir. I have got some other treasures."

Darren looked at Jordan in horror. His palms had already started sweating.

"Hand it over." Jordan's eyes squinted slightly, and he gave them an indifferent glance. His voice held an irresistible authority.

Restlessness embraced Darren's heart when he saw an unmoved Jordan. Darren licked his lips and continued to stare at him. "If you promise not to kill us, I will give them to you," Darren announced after taking a deep breath.

"Are you negotiating with me?" Jordan snorted and narrowed his eyes at Darren.

"Yes." Darren clenched his jaw and nodded. He didn't have a choice but to pretend to be calm. "I still have dozens of such things. If you let us go, I will be willing to give them all to you. Otherwise, I won't hand them over even if I have to die."

The elder in the black robe, who had been standing beside Jordan, stepped forward. His face became red in anger. "Boy, do you think you can stop us if you don't hand them in? I have a lot of ways to deal with you.

Let's see if you can bargain again after tasting my strike. We can also get the Holy Will Crystals after killing you."

His eyes fixed coldly on Darren, and the elder's palms lit up with runes.

Darren stayed silent for a while. To others, he looked fearless, but his heart wanted to shrink back since he knew it was hopeless to fight both Jordan and the elder. "It's useless for you to kill me if I don't hand them in. Once the spatial treasures are destroyed, all the things will disappear along with them. Don't you know that?" He fixed his cold gaze at the elder in the black robe. He knew that in such circumstances, he had to fake fearlessness. The more frightened he would look, the higher will be the chances of his death.

The elder presented him a sneer. "Great! Then you can go to hell!"

With a harsh shout, the elder in the black robe waved his hand. A vast number of runes flew out of his palm and encircled Darren.

Immediately after the elder had encircled Darren with his runes, the scenario that Darren was in had changed. He was now in a dark world, with boiling oil under his body.

His body was drenched in hot oil, and his skin burnt and turned red. Darren could only grit his teeth and endure. He made no sound of pain, but the muscles of his face tensed.

Darren had experienced the pain of soul attack before. Body torture was nothing in front of him. It was not hard for him to withstand such a physical shock!

Darren's skin soon turned black by the scorching heat of the oil, but still he made no sound.

"Good boy! You have a great endurance! How about having a taste of this?"

The elder's eyelids twitched, and his face grew ferocious. He once again released a vast number of runes only to trap Darren inside.

The runes transformed into thorns and blades had begun to cut Darren's fingers and stabbed all over his body. His mouth opened, and he started taking deep breath without uttering a single word.

"Let go of him!"

Darren's companions held their breath and screamed. They were unable to bear the sight of a furiously tortured Darren.