Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 895

The two old blue-skinned men were interrogating Chaz.

"When I saw him, he was already dead," Chaz tried to explain.

"Humph, I haven't seen you for a few days. You tried to run away when you saw us just now. You must have a guilty conscience. Did you kill him?"

The two old men pretended to care about the Misty Emperor even though secretly, they didn't care whether he was alive or not.

However, they intended to kill Chaz. Since the Misty Emperor was dead, there was no need for his men to survive.

"I..." Chaz felt the tension in the air. It seemed there was nothing he could say to get him out of this situation.

"Kill him!" one of the old blue-skinned men shouted. He thrust his palm towards Chaz's forehead.

Frightened, Chaz attempted to block the blow. He became nervous. He was not strong enough to take on both men at once. They also knew how to suppress him. After all, they were the ones who resurrected him.

Whoosh!

A shadow appeared and the head of one of the men fell to the ground.

The other blue-skinned man stared in shock and began walking backwards.

The shadow struck again. This time, his hand grabbed the old man's throat. The shadow held him up by the neck.

"Who are you?" the old man sputtered.

"Hey. Darren!" Chaz called out with excitement.

Darren stood there, glowing with the formidable aura of a holy emperor.

"You... You are a half-step emperor at the top level?" The old man was terrified. He never thought that this human boy would have that kind of frightening strength.

"What do you want?"

"Cut the crap! Take us out of here or you will die!" Darren shouted coldly.

"You two?" The old blue-skinned man glanced at Chaz.

"Yes. I got rid of the Misty Emperor's control with Darren's help." Chaz laughed and punched the old man in the stomach.

The old man winced in pain and his vision swam. His anger began to build.

"I killed the Misty Emperor! If you had any brains at all, you would open the passage right now!" Chaz roared.

"Humph! You can kill me if you want, but you can't get out of here." The old blue-skinned man stuck out his chin in defiance.

"Fine. I'll kill you!" Darren's eyes burned brightly.

The old man paused and studied Darren. He did not seem to be bluffing.

"Don't! Don't kill me. I will let you go," he cried out.

"Don't pretend to be tough!" Chaz threw a few more punches at him.

"Stop! I can't keep the strength of a half-step emperor for long. If the other blue-skinned men came to his aid, we will be in trouble!" Darren sent a telepathic message to Chaz.

Darren had just absorbed a drop of bright red liquid, so his strength would only last for a few minutes. He could feel it disappearing so it was incredibly important that they be able to leave already.

"Okay, let's go."

Soon, they came to the passage. They encountered some low-level blue-skinned men on the way. All of them were killed by Chaz.

"Open it now!" Chaz urged.

"I am hurt. I can't open it," the old man said, trying to stall them.

"You old bastard! Don't even try to fool us! You are just physically injured. Your soul is fine. I'll kill you if you delay us any longer!" Chaz fumed. He was so angry he ripped off one of the old man's arms.

"Argh!" The old man writhed in pain. He glanced up at Darren and Chaz.

"Play tricks and you will only suffer more!" Darren shouted coldly.

"I won't do that again."

"Please don't hurt him. This is Chaz, a human tribulation holy warrior who was revived by the people of the Space-time Palace. We are friends now," Darren explained.

"Nice to meet you." Chaz saluted.

"I see. Since you are Darren's friend, you are welcome here. This way, please." Chandler did not care about why Darren made friends with this tribulation holy warrior. He was just happy that such a powerful person decided to join them.

Darren and others took their seats in the great hall.

"How did you manage to escape, Darren?" Chandler asked.

"It's a long story. Here, I will transfer it to you." Darren condensed what he had been through into a spiritual sense and impressed it upon their minds.

After watching Darren's memories, both men widened their eyes.

"You actually have the strength of a half-step emperor?" Chandler suddenly stood up, giddy with excitement.

"Ahem." Darren coughed, a little embarrassed. "Not really. I managed to do it by some special means. But now, I almost have used up my chances to get that power."

"That's very impressive. You are truly the greatest!" Chandler said, grinning from ear to ear.

Darren smiled back. "By the way, where is Lord Donald? Where has he been?"

"Oh." Chandler scratched his head and said, "We were worried about you so we finally decided to summon the four greatest holy warriors to save you. Now, Lord Donald is using the lord token in the secret room. We should probably stop him."

The four greatest holy warriors were the greatest trump cards of the Sacred Palace. They were never to fight unless all other methods had been exhausted.

Darren learned this after listening to Chandler.

Darren was very moved when he learned that people of the Sacred Palace would use their trump cards to save him and his companions. Obviously, the people of the Sacred Palace valued them a lot.

Later, Chandler sent a message to Lord Donald, telling him that Darren had already come back. When Lord Donald heard the news, he stopped summoning the four greatest holy warriors.

"By the way, where are the others?" Chandler asked Darren.

Darren used his spiritual sense to open his Space Ring and suddenly, Scott and all the others fell to the ground as if they were dead.