Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 666

"You've done them such a big favor! Now look at how he's repaid us! He killed our friends!" Hobson shouted angrily.

"Loser, I agreed to let that brat's friends go but I didn't say exactly how many of them I would let go. If you keep talking, I will have no choice but to kill all of you," Jordan said in a cold voice.

Hearing this, Hobson took a deep breath and calmed himself down.

He was not as strong as Jordan and he knew this. If he tried anything, he would hurt Darren. He forced himself to let go of his anger.

"Listen to me carefully. Stay where you are and don't move. Wait for me to come back," Jordan told his followers.

"Wait!" The leader of the Heaven Lake Sect began to speak. "Are you going to continue keeping my sect elders as slaves?"

"Unseal them all," Jordan roared with anger.

"Everyone, listen to me. You must keep order amongst yourselves until I return. Otherwise, you will be punished," the leader of the Heaven Lake Sect commanded.

They were the strongest members of his sect. It would be a tremendous loss if all of them died.

Later, the other sect leaders gave out the same order. Finally, five of them took the Spiritual Boat and got close to the bronze palace. They drew the blood essence at the same time and threw it towards the bronze hall. Suddenly, the hall flooded with light and they were swallowed up.

Only the elders, Hobson and Darren were left in the desert.

"You two were able to run fast, huh?"

These elders were the strongest men after everyone else had gone. The man who was asking was the elder of the Dragon Chasing Sect, Ivan.

He glared at Darren and Hobson. His eyes shone with anger and malice.

Hobson froze and didn't know how to answer.

"Your grace, we were stuck in a difficult situation that we were not strong enough to overcome. We attempted to escape to see if we can find the sect leader to save you," Darren said, bowing his head out of respect.

"Humph! In battlefield, you are not allowed to escape and find reinforcements. Have I given such an order before?" Ivan kept barraging Darren and Hobson.

Darren was silent for a moment.

He knew Ivan intended to kill them but strangely enough, he did not feel afraid.

With his strength suppressed, Ivan would only be able to give full play to the combat effectiveness of his sixty percent of the Fringe Holy Will. He did not have his full power.

Darren's blade core was infused with the crystal core of the black flame. Coupled with the strength that he had already possessed, how could he be afraid of him?

However, Darren knew that his ultimate goal was to enter the bronze palace so he could not act on impulse.

"Forget it. Why do you act so unkindly to your own disciple?" the Chief Elder spoke.

They were just two disciples. There was no need to put them on the spot. The most important thing at the moment was to be on guard against other forces.

Although the leaders had given out their orders, the Chief Elder thought that they had to be on guard against other people's sneak attacks. After all, no one knew when they were to return. What if they were to come in a decade or two?

"It is difficult but I will spare your lives if I must. Go and kneel there until our sect leader comes back." Ivan was still angry and would not go easy on Darren and Hobson.

"You!" Hobson turned towards Ivan and glared at him with anger in his eyes. He was furious.

After having several brushes with death, he was no longer afraid of it.

Darren was also enraged. He had made up his mind to kill someone but he tried not to show it.

"Come with me, Hobson," Darren said and went straight towards the edge of the sea.

Hobson trailed him angrily.

Darren tried to use the black flame that was embedded in the blade core. He felt relief when he was able to control it with ease.

Darren directed the black flame to his feet and then, he slowly dipped his toes into the Sea of Sand and Fire.

"You!" the Chief Elder exclaimed angrily, pointing at Darren with a shaking finger.

"What? If my memory serves me right, when you met the master of the Golden Sacred Sect, you knelt before him and begged him for mercy. Right? To be honest, I even feel ashamed for you. You are such a coward. Do you think you even deserve my respect?" Darren asked, his anger building.

Hobson stood by in shock. He felt the tension building up.

A moment later, he roared, "Well said! These old dogs treat us as if we were less than human. They force us to kill each other. These animals are far inferior to you, Darren!"

Hobson felt invigorated with Darren's words. He was ready to risk his life. Even if he faced death, he refused to cower in fear.

"What are you looking at? I'm talking about you old dogs! You have no idea how long I have waited to cut you into pieces!

Bow to me!" Hobson kept hurling curses towards them and he felt more joyful with every word that he let loose from his lips. He was no longer afraid.

"You assholes! I will kill you both!"

Ivan was so furious that his veins popped out on his forehead. He rushed towards Hobson in a rage.

Halfway through his dash, a transparent rune thread appeared under his feet. He was immediately tripped. The elders of the Divine Mountain Sect had casted it towards him.

"Ha!" Everyone laughed.

Ivan was livid with rage. He looked back but he didn't know who did it.

"Ahhh!" The more he thought about it, the more furious he became. He then stormed towards Darren and directed all his anger towards him.

"Great." Darren curled his lips into a sneer.

He had the power to battle Ivan now. Even if he couldn't defeat him, he would be able to bring Hobson with him into the bronze palace.

There was nothing for him to fear.