Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 701

The Water Kylin had made his point, and Darren thought about it. He thought if he and Hobson had the chance to leave, then they shouldn't hesitate, or else it would be more troublesome if both of them had to stay.

At that very moment, some influential figures flew over.

"Ancestor!"

They all knelt at the sight of the young man. The kowtow was for their show of reverence to the young man.

As stories were handed down from one generation to the next, they had heard legends about the ancestor for a long time, but they had never seen him in blood and flesh. Many people thought that it was something out of thin air; a story meant to scare young children.

Today, however, the ancestor was standing right in their midst. As they bowed their heads low in respect to him, the young man waved his hand lightly. With that, the disciples got up and straightened themselves to be worthy after the ancestor's presence.

"Ancestor, it was these two guys who killed our leader, Jordan. We joined forces with other sects and wanted to punish them. However, they killed many of our strong warriors. Ancestor, please stand for us and kill both of them,"

Moss, who was the leader of the elders, said respectfully.

After hearing that, the young man did not say anything, but instead, he turned around and looked at Darren with fierce and killing eyes.

"Why don't you submit yourself to me?"

Unexpectedly, the young man said so.

"What do you mean by submitting myself to you, sir?" Darren replied in a calm voice, pretending that he could not get his hands on what the young man meant.

"It's very simple, just like you've signed the master and slave bond with this legendary beast. The only difference would be, this time, you are the slave, and I am your master."

After he heard that piercing insult, Darren's heart sank. 'The powerful young man wants me to be his slave, ' he thought.

"You are dreaming, aren't you? How can we become your slaves?" Hobson broke in before Darren was able to say anything.

"Young man, you are overthinking. I only want this bloke to be my slave. As for you, your potentials are too limited, so you cannot become, at the very least, my slave. I will kill you later on to avenge the death of my disciples in the Divine Mountain Sect,"

the young man said indifferently as he smoothed his hair. His eyes were fixed at Darren the whole time.

"Ancestor, I strongly suggest that we should kill that boy and the legendary beast as well. They also killed several masters of our sect," one of the elders said. His purpose was to fuel the ancestor's wrath so he would burn in rage towards Darren and the Water Kylin.

"As a younger generation, don't tell me what to do. It seems so impolite,"

the young man said in a calm voice. He stretched out a snow-white finger and tapped on the elder's forehead.

To everyone's bewilderment, a frightening scene happened. The elder's expression froze, and his body turned into light red powder, floating in the air—gone and vanished in a blink of an eye.

A simple tap killed a master who had mastered ninety percent of the Fringe Holy Will. Darren couldn't wrap his head around that. Moreover, worse than anything Darren could imagine, no one felt any wave of rule power. How terrifying was that? How terrifying was the ancestor?

"Have you thought about my question over?" the young man turned around to Darren and asked casually as if nothing had happened.

"I'm sorry, but I can't do that," Darren answered shortly. After witnessing the cruel death of the elder, he was afraid, yet he would not merely yield under the young man's rule.

"Actually, it's not up to you to decide whether you should follow my orders or not. I have plenty of ways to sign a master and slave bond with you." The man gave a demon-like grin, and his eyes met Darren's intense glare.

After saying that, he pointed his snow-white finger at Darren's forehead.

At that very moment, right then and there, Darren was controlled by an unknown force. He could not move a muscle, let alone resist the potent suppressing force.

Boom.

Like a balloon pressed to explode, Darren's mind blew like thunder—loud, colossal, and devastating.

A few moments later, a soul message galloped in his brain.

"Arrrrgggghhhhh!"

Darren unconsciously screamed. That soul message from the ancestor rushed in and constantly tore his soul.

Despite the extreme pain, Darren's soul was still resisting. He knew all the while that the moment the soul message controlled his mind, it meant that the master and slave bond was signed. If that happened and worst came to worst, inevitably Darren would become the ancestor's slave. No matter how strong Darren became in the future, he must follow the young man's orders—whether he liked it or not.

That was the horrible point of the master and slave bond.

Generally, to sign a master and slave bond, the slave should cooperate with the master. Once the slave resisted, his soul would burst, and he would die from the explosion of his soul.

Fortunately, Darren's soul was so powerful that it did not explode even if he tried his best to resist the bond enforced to him by the young man.

The throbbing pain in his soul made Darren twitch incessantly. But he would never give up. What was the point of living as a slave? Thus, he tried as hard as he could, not to yield and best not to give up his soul.

In his dire desperation, Darren tried hard to mobilize his spiritual sense. With that, a black flame shot towards that soul message.

Sizzle.