Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 780

After a while, the middle-aged man broke into peals of laughter.

"Which relic did you enter and find the emperor's portrait?"

The middle-aged man knew that this was the only way for Darren to have seen a holy emperor.

"Since I know that you don't believe me, I won't bother explaining it to you. Tell me. Will you let me take Lord Donald and the others away? Or will you try to kill me?" Darren decided to speak directly.

"Kill you!" The middle-aged man spat out the two words. After a moment's consideration, he added, "It's a pity that I have to kill you. Young man, given your strength and potential, I will not quibble with you this time. I will spare you if you leave without the lord and his companions."

"There's no room for negotiation. I have to take Lord Donald and his people with me. I also demand an apology from the eight commanders of the Cross Expeditionary Force." Darren didn't compromise.

"Ha-ha." The middle-aged man glanced at Darren with a befuddled expression. The tone that Darren had used when speaking with him amused the middle-aged man. Then he replied, "Didn't you know that this is not a discussion?"

"Since this is no longer a dialogue, don't blame me for what happens next.

Finley, are you done?" Darren's roar spread through the sea.

Under the dark waters, Finley's body dazzled with light. A dense mist spread, and many rule silk threads broke. Then the dense mist turned into small storms that shook the North Sea Prison.

Boom.

The earth and sky quivered violently as a water column, several hundred kilometers in diameter, shot into the void.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Dozens of people, led by a middle-aged man with an aged face, arrived. It was Lord Donald.

"Sir."

Lord Donald bowed respectfully when he saw the man in the void.

"Donald, I heard that you acquired a good helper in the palace. Regardless, you lost a bet to the eight commanders on that day. As per the rules, you must return to prison," the middle-aged man said.

"Old man, I don't care about your rules. My friend has come to escort those people away. How dare you stand in his way?"

Finley's arrogance and strong aura immediately caught the middle-aged man's attention.

"Who are you?" The middle-aged man was surprised when he tried to detect the young man's level. Obviously, he was some kind of master.

"My identity is none of your business. Just fulfill Darren's request. Otherwise, I'll massacre you and the damned Cross Expeditionary Force. Humph!" Finley replied defiantly.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

At this point, eight people flew toward Darren and Finley.

"Ancestor."

The eight commanders of the Cross Expeditionary Force respectfully greeted the middle-aged man.

Traces of a smile could be seen at the corner of Finley's mouth. In a flash, his figure disappeared.

"Ah!"

An agonized scream shattered the silence. When everyone spun around to see what had happened, one commander from among the eight was convulsing violently. His armor lay smashed on the ground, and a palm print glistened with blood on his back.

Everyone was stunned.

The young man in white had horrifying strength.

The commander, who had just achieved the level of a junior holy warrior, couldn't fight back. None had thought that there was such a powerful cultivator in the Sacred Palace.

"Brat, I advise you not to be so arrogant. You just hurt a commander from the Cross Expeditionary Force. You are inviting trouble." The middle-aged man was not as indifferent as before. He was seething with fury now.

"Stop pretending to be a senior. Let's see who is stronger! Fight me in the void!" Finley challenged the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's expression turned cold.

Although the young man in white had surprising abilities, the middle-aged man was not afraid of him.

All of a sudden, an intense aura filled the area and sent a ripple through space. A hand appeared on Finley's back.

"Spatial Rule?" Finley smiled calmly and ignored the palm.

The palm headed for Finley at a tremendous speed.