Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 86

"Darren, how do you know that? Even I can't be sure of that right now."

Michael's face was frozen in genuine surprise.

Seeing the old man's face of surprise, Darren smiled in return and told Michael about the situation—he had encountered several Mysterious Realm masters on his way back to the Ilmen Sect that day.

With a sigh, Michael nodded. "The Wonder Realm master who is in the dark has Alan's surname. I'm certain that the School of Blade Skill is going to revolt against the Ilmen Sect. It's a shame that I'm too old and incompetent now. I haven't even reached the Wonder Realm. I'm afraid I won't be able to avoid the disaster."

"Sir, you just delivered an earthshaking stroke just now. Is that really not a skill of the Wonder Realm?" Even Darren had felt the power of the stroke—it was a truly powerful move.

Michael's withered body seemed rather weak as he coughed. With a ponderous shake of his head, he wryly said, "I forced myself to carry out my unfulfilled Omnipotent Talent Skill in the hopes of scaring him…it may buy some more time to find a solution. If that Wonder Realm master had meddled, the situation would've gone out of control. But I didn't expect to do so much damage to myself by using the skill."

It was clear to Darren how seriously wounded Michael was—it was because of being discovered by the hidden Wonder Realm master that Michael struggled so much.

"You've suffered a great deal…" Looking at Michael's pale face, Darren couldn't bear it.

"Your Omnipotent Talent Skill has achieved the same results as the Avatar Skill in spite of the differences in the moves. If you reach a higher level, it will have earth-shattering power," Darren recalled the appalling palms in the sky.

Hearing Darren's words, Michael's eyes brightened with approval. "You're young, that's true. But you've already earned a lot. I've only relayed the superficial part of the Avatar Rule. It is called Myriad Palm Shadows. Forget it. It's too abstruse for your level of understanding."

The force of the rule was really abstruse, anyway. Even Michael had to spend dozens of years comprehending just the slightest part of it—how could a mere juvenile understand?

But Darren was not a normal juvenile, not in the slightest.

"Avatar Rule? Sir, could you explain that to me in detail? Maybe I can help you enter the Wonder Realm."

After Darren killed the flood dragon that day, he managed to obtain the "Demonic Blood Skill" inherited by the dragon lineage.

Although he wasn't able to fully comprehend the skill, he was certain that the silvery silk threads he saw were much more complicated and useful than the superficial part Michael was describing. "Darren, do you know of it? The Avatar Rule?" Michael asked, puzzled.

"It was a lucky coincidence—I've dabbled in the rule. But the silvery silk threads were too complicated for me to comprehend…I don't know for sure if I can help you," Darren explained flatly, leaving Michael dazed and excited.

"What?" he said after a long while. "Silvery silk threads? You saw the silvery silk threads? Genius, extraordinary genius! Heaven has an eye on you, my goodness.

I can't believe I have this chance to encounter such a person in my lifetime."

Almost hysterical, Michael's eyes began to water.

Meanwhile, on the Blade Mountain of the Ilmen Sect, some masters with a strong aura were discussing something in an adytum.

"Alan, Michael is quite a hard nut to crack. He's reached the Wonder Realm…there's no going back from there."

An old man, clad in black, seated high in the adytum, sighed heavily.

"Grand Uncle, you've promised me to seize the power of the Ilmen Sect. You're not backing out, are you? It was my father who gave up the opportunity to enter the Hold Land for you."

"Eh?"

The words caught the man's attention, displeasing him instantly, "Don't talk about such old issues all the time. Do you think I'm the kind of man to break my word? Hmph."

"Well, my words were rather rash. Please forgive me, Grand Uncle. So, in your opinion, when should we get the ball rolling?"

Alan's terror didn't prevent him from chuckling to himself. After so many years of seemingly pointless effort, he would be taking power over the Ilmen Sect.

"Do as planned. When the Five Schools Competition begins, everyone will be there. No one can escape."

The old man then closed his eyes and calmed his spirit. "I've sent people to go back to the Blade Holy Land and call in my friend for help. I can get rid of Michael if I work with my friend. Get everything prepared, we only have five days," he added.

With that, Alan bowed and took his leave, a sinister smile creeping onto his lips.

'Thomas, Devin…I will kill both of you and all your disciples on that day. I will avenge my son's death!' he said firmly to himself.