Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 696

The grand-elder, who came from the Heaven Lake Sect, felt two immense pressures coming toward him at the fastest speed. He tried to run, but as soon as the force hit his body, he started trembling fiercely. He felt goose bumps breaking throughout his limbs. Soon, his legs started feeling like jelly, making him almost kneel on the ground.

The grand-elder narrowed his eyes at the two young men standing in front of him. They sent forth such strong pressure! They might not be weaker than him.

His vicious look softened. He bowed to them, and a small smile crept on his lips. "Why did you kill the disciple of the Heaven Lake Sect? Did he offend you?"

The disciples of the Heaven Lake Sect around were all dumbfounded. The dominant grand-elder came ferociously and became soft-hearted as soon as he saw those two young men. Who on earth were they?

One disciple couldn't understand just why the grand-elder suddenly changed his expressions after seeing these two men. "Grand-elder, these two men suddenly came out of our treasure house. I went in to have a look, but all the treasures were gone." He tightened his lips and swept a suspicious glance at the two young men.

"It is I who took the treasures." Hobson stepped forward with his arms clasped behind his body.

"Ha-ha." Cold sweat sprang up on the grand-elder's body. This wasn't good. These stupid disciples shouldn't take matters in their hands when they didn't have a single clue about the level of these youths. He took multiple breaths to calm his racing heart and smiled. "It's not a big deal. Since you think highly of those treasures, just take them as my gifts for you."

The smile faded off of the face of that disciple when he saw the grand-elder behaving like this. "What? Is the grand-elder afraid of them? Who are they?"

Another disciple looked at the two youths suspiciously. "Are these two really so powerful that we need to give them our treasures?"

Other disciples also voiced their concerns aloud, giving the grand-elder a splitting headache. Why couldn't they just stay silent and stop making things difficult for him?

"Humph, I've taken the treasures. But I have to tell you one thing, I'm not robbing your Heaven Lake Sect. They are things your sect owes me," Hobson said and sneered.

"What do you mean, young man?"

"The leader of the Heaven Lake Sect had worked together with the other leaders of the major forces to try to kill my good friend and me. Although they have been killed, the beloved godson of our senior died in their hands. It is an atonement for your sin. Do you understand?"

Everyone's expressions changed greatly, and the eyes of the grand-elder twitched several times.

"Darren, do you think we should punish disciples of the Heaven Lake Sect?" Hobson turned to Darren and slipped him a hopeful gaze.

Darren thought for a while and shook his head. "In my opinion, let them go. They have nothing to do with us. Why should we kill them?" His voice was calm as ever.

In fact, the disciples of the major sects joined in those forces just to obtain more resources and martial arts skills. Most of them were not scoundrels. Darren never killed innocent people.

The disciples heard the conversation and felt a flush of anger creeping up their faces. "Fuck! Enough! These two guys are obviously pretending to be powerful and play with us. Let me kill them!"

A young man who had comprehended seventy percent of the Fringe Holy Will rushed out from the back of these disciples. He roared and rushed to Darren and Hobson directly.

The attack flashed toward Hobson, but he dodged at his fastest speed. In the blink of an eye, Hobson stood a few meters away from the blast.

So they wanted to kill him! The corner of Hobson's mouth lifted, and he swept his cold gaze at the disciple. Hobson dashed forward and raised his hand to slap the young man's head. The hit was hard enough to crush the thick skull as if someone smashed a heavy stone on the head.

"If you dare to offend us again, I will not spare you!" Hobson's eyes flashed in anger.

The scene shocked everyone. A cultivator who had mastered seventy percent of the Fringe Holy Will was directly killed. It was too terrifying. They had no choice but to surrender.

At that moment, the grand-elder licked his lips in anticipation and marched forward. That was why he had secretly prayed for these disciples to stay silent. "Don't be angry, young men. If there is anything I can do for you, please let me know. I will try my best to satisfy you." A trace of fear crawled on his spine. He had to appease these two youths somehow so that they could spare the lives of the disciples.

"No, thanks. Let's go, Darren."

"Wait!" Hobson stopped in his tracks under Darren's sudden command and swept a curious glance at him. Darren, on the other hand, revealed a smile on his face. "Now the leaders of the top five forces have been killed by us. Why don't you recruit people of those five sects and be the leader?"

When Darren finished his words, Hobson's heart skipped a beat.

The five sects had existed for years. Over the years, the sects started to decline, but no one had ever tried to unite them.

Now Darren wanted Hobson to take over the five major forces. It was like a dream for him.