Talented Martial Hero
Chapter 362 Like A God (Part Two)

After saying these words, Darren made sure that his uncle was concealed in a safe place, then herushed straight into the massive gates of the Chu Clan, ignoring Reed's protest.

Finally, giving up on changing Darren's mind, Reed just kept his silence as he watched his nephewfly towards the gates. After Darren left, he fell on the ground as if the last of his body's strength hadleft him. He started wailing, thinking that the only descendant of his clan who could have livedwould also be dead shortly.

"Who's that? How dare you get in here!

Leave now, or you will be dead!"

As soon as Darren got in, an angry martial artist clad in armor walked straight towards him. The manbellowed a warning at him with a spectral voice.

Seeing him approach and the rest of the soldiers behind him starting to move forward as well,Darren just ignored them all. He kept walking further inside as if he hadn't heard anything of theman's warnings. His spiritual sense guided him, and his weapons were ready at bay.

Being ignored as if they were invisible, the soldiers just got even angrier. They charged towardsDarren with spears in their hands.

Clash! Clash! Clash!

The spears all burst into dust three inches away from Darren's face. Yet, after a few blinks, thesoldiers all fell back, scampered on the ground with blood oozing from their mouths. Without thesoldiers’ knowledge, Darren let out a powerful spell. However, Darren didn't even release his aurayet, and if he had released his aura, the soldiers would have all burst out dead in the blink of an eye."What!

We are all at the sixth stage of the Spirit Realm, and we can't even get near him?" exclaimed abloody soldier.

The severely injured soldiers were all shocked at what happened. They had never encounteredsomething like this before. The young man might be stronger than the warriors in the MysteriousRealm.

"Is he at the top level of the Mysterious Realm?" seeing the commotion from afar, a small leaderasked, hiding from Darren's view.

"Go get Mr. Elias Chen of the local government!" Giving the instructions to the soldier beside him,the leader tossed a token, and the soldier quickly left.

"Mr. Chen is the best invited guardian of Valmar. Not only that, but he is also at the ninth stage ofthe Mysterious Realm. You will be dead, young man!" With that, the leader ordered the rest of thesoldiers to keep their eyes on Darren. He warned them to maintain a safe distance away from him atthe same time.

Annoyed this time, Darren had no plans of wasting his time killing these small soldiers that blockedhis way. He wanted to know who was responsible for all the torment to his clan, right then andthere!

The moment he got in the main yard, what was laid before his very eyes surprised him. All thebuildings that were once there were now destroyed, including the small hut he had lived in before.This place was now turned into a workstation, a large area for forging weapons. Countless men andwomen, girls and boys, dressed in ragged clothes, were busy working with shackles around theirankles. All of them were forging weapons of all kinds, spears, swords, knives, and other variety ofblades.

Slap!

"Work hard! You stupid slaves!" a soldier shouted at a young man and threatened him with his whip.Some of the soldiers were watching the slaves working, whipping them from time to time. Most ofthe slaves had severe wounds on their bodies—angry red and swollen, and some were even rotten.Clearly, the injuries were not treated.

"Mom, why are we, slaves? Why are we born to suffer?” A girl around the age of four asked hermother with tears in her eyes. She was also working, moving weapons around despite her youngage.

Hearing her child's question, there formed a big lump in the mother's throat. She couldn't answerthe question because she didn't know why in the first place they were treated that way. The motherjust kept crying silently.

"Damn it! Don't be lazy, young miss! Or I will hurt you badly!" a drunk-looking soldier shouted in anangry voice, walking towards that young girl. He was raising his whip and was about to give theinnocent child a blow.

"Stop!"

The loud, chilling sound made the soldier stop in his tracks. The warning grabbed everyone'sattention, and all eyes were on the handsome young man, which was Darren.

"Huh?" Before the soldier could walk any further, the arm that was holding the whip fell to theground with an eerie thud.

"Ahhhh! My arm! My arm!" he shouted in a tender voice, even making the ones who had beenworking turn to look at him.

"That... That's..."

Two older men nearby who were forging weapons were too stunned to finish what they were aboutto say.

With their attention to the soldier and Darren, many middle-aged men whose eyes reddened inawe, were terrified when they saw what had happened.

"Go! Go away! Get the hell out of here!" A gaunt and shabby older man with grey hair shouted toDarren with tears streaming down his hollow cheeks.

"Chief Elder..." With a surprised tone, Darren mumbled. He could barely recognize the onceenergetic and robust elder.

"Darren, you fool! Why did you come back? You have to go now!" All the middle-aged men thatknew him also got worried. They all gave him a warning.

"What? He's that Darren? Ha! You finally came back for your death after all these years!

Come on, guys! Get him! Whoever catches him gets the reward!"

At the mention of Darren's name, the soldiers charged towards him with the reward on their minds.But to everyone's surprise, they were only able to run a few steps before their bodies burst into abloody mist. They died even before they had a chance to get their weapons to attack Darren."What the hell?"

All eyes were on Darren this time. Mesmerized and awestruck, they looked at him as if he was a godwho could make everyone feel feared and hopeful at the same time.