Talented Martial Hero
Chapter 372 Find The Clue (Part One)

With the sun peeking at the horizons, and its light cast a silhouette at the mountains afar, a new andrefreshed hope stirred inside Darren. Overseeing the scenic view painted by the sunlight, he took adeep breath and prepared himself to set out. Today, he would head to the capital of Doriath to pickup the guard of the Martial Skill Library.

When all was set and ready, Darren hovered over the clouds with his destination in mind. However,as he was afloat midair, a strange feeling swept over him. He was so troubled by that outlandishsense that he released his spiritual sense to check on the vicinity for something suspicious. To hisdismay, he found nothing.

"Hmm, that's so peculiar. I am certain I sensed a strong aura flashing across just now. Was that justmy illusion?” with all his senses heightened, Darren mumbled while shaking his head.

Then he went on flying ahead, dismissing the thought on his mind. Though the aura haddisappeared as he moved further away, he still felt vaguely uneasy.

While flying, he examined his force of control. Gauging his potentials, he estimated that two tothree days from now, he could open the Ancient Void Battlefield. By that time, he would be able toenter the battlefield and visit the Water Kylin and Finley. Even though the idea thrilled him, Darrenbecame vigilant because of the illusion earlier. After the previous bitter lesson that he hadexperienced, he reminded himself always to make sure that he could open the Ancient VoidBattlefield as an escape route, only with that assurance that he could set his mind at rest.

After a few moments, Darren arrived at the capital of Doriath. He was not mesmerized to havearrived at the place for just a short flight because his mind was quite full at the moment. Getting hiseyes accustomed to the familiar place, he let out his spiritual sense to search the area.

"Humph. Damn it!" Darren growled as he traced a familiar aura from the dungeon of the imperialpalace. Without any delay, he ran down and entered the cell, his weapons ready for an attack.Before long, Darren broke into the imperial palace and roared, "I will collect your head in three days.Make the final arrangements in advance!"

Inside the imperial palace, the tranquility and serenity of the place were disturbed by Darren'sraging threat. Servants, soldiers and officers all were frightened out of their wits.

A middle-aged man wearing a dragon robe went pale. Sensing the overpowering aura, he almostfell from his throne and collapsed on the ground.

Such strong power from such a valiant warrior as Darren had taken him back just now. As a warriorat the top level of the ninth stage of the Mysterious Realm, he had no defense against Darren.Besides, his elder left with a few strong warriors and hadn't returned yet. Left in charge while theelder was away, the emperor had predicted the dreadful consequence that his elder might havealready died and would not come back.

"Come in!" the middle-aged man shouted. Then several guards at the Mysterious Realm flew over tostand beside him. The warriors were so vigilant in case Darren would let out any unexpected andunsolicited attack. He was at the rage and was on the verge of vexing out his frustration at themoment.

Bang!

The middle-aged man beat them and roared, "Where were you just now? What should I do? Whatshould I do?"

"As the emperor of Doriath, how could you be so panic-stricken?" asked a figure that had justarrived at the palace.

Strange scurried voices came as few figures walked into the hall at the moment.

The middle-aged man was shocked, for he sensed that the momentum of the men approachingwasn't weaker than that of Darren.

"Here is the Holy Lord. Go down on your knees!" an old man shouted as he announced the entranceof the Holy Lord.