Talented Martial Hero
Chapter 780 Invincible Finley

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

"Which relic did you enter and replace 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 metake 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 quibblewith 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 demandan apology from the eight commanders of the Cross Expeditionary Force.” Darren didn'tcompromise.

"Ha-ha." The middle-aged man glanced at Darren with a befuddled expression. The tone thatDarren had used when speaking with him amused the middle-aged man. Then he replied, "Didn'tyou 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 silkthreads broke. Then the dense mist turned into small storms that shook the North Sea PrisonBoom.

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 theeight commanders on that day. As per the rules, you must return to prison,” the middle-aged mansaid.

"Old man, I don't care about your rules. My friend has come to escort those people away. How dareyou 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 andthe 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 manTraces 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 theground, 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. Nonehad 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 ExpeditionaryForce. You are inviting trouble.” The middle-aged man was not as indifferent as before. He wasseething with fury now.

"Stop pretending to be a senior. Let's see who is stronger! Fight me in the void!" Finley challengedthe 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 ofhim.

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

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

The palm headed for Finley at a tremendous speed.

When the palm reached Finley, there was no power explosion nor space collapse as expected. Itwent through Finley's body and touched nothing.

Bang!

The air vibrated, and the power dispersed behind the middle-aged man.

"Ouch! That hurts."

After the blow, Finley whined as he withdrew his hand.

But, the middle-aged man was thrown thirty feet away.

Everyone was astounded.

The young man in white had dared to attack their ancestor.

The eight commanders were aghast.

"Do you want me to kill you?" The middle-aged man stabilized his body. He did not turn to glare atFinley. Instead, he released a strong killing intent.

"Great! Come on!" Finley waved his hand and said, "You might be strong enough to kill me, but youare not quick enough. Let's see who is faster. Perhaps I will kill all the members of your CrossExpeditionary Force before you can touch me.”

"Really?"

The space around Finley began to collapse, and numerous palm shadows surrounded him. Therewas nowhere left for Finley to escape.

"You're too young!" Finley grabbed something from the space cracks and wrapped himself. Then,his figure disappeared again.

When he reappeared, he was outside the area that the palm shadows had besieged.

Bang!

With a wave of his hand, Finley forced the eight commanders to step back. When everyone lookedaround, they noticed that another commander had been injured.

"Next time, I will not only instill fear. I will just kill you,” Finley said coldly.

"You!"

The middle-aged man finally turned. He was shocked

This white-robed lad wasn't very powerful, but his application of the Spatial Rule was far beyondthat of the middle-aged man.

He couldn't stop Finley when he was attacking the eight commanders.

At this moment, Darren knew that Finley had reached a new level.

He might not be as powerful as the middle-aged man, but with his application of the Spatial Rule,Finley appeared invincible.

"Brat, when did the Sacred Palace get a genius like you?" the middle-aged man said with a relaxedsmile.

"You can take Lord Donald, but we need to continue that battle. What do you think?" suggested themiddle-aged man.

"I don't care about the fight. If you continue to argue, the eight commanders will surely die,” Finleyshouted.

"How dare you? Brat! If you dare to hurt the eight commanders, I will kill Darren. Anyway, he is not amember of the eight clans,” the middle-aged man said just as his palm appeared behind Darren.Finley panicked.

The middle-aged man could not hurt him, but he couldn't protect Darren from the middle-agedman,

"Darren, what do you think?" Finley asked.

"You mean the Sacred Palace has to fight the eight commanders one more time?" Darren askedcalmly.

"That's right,” the middle-aged man nodded.

"Good. I'll fight them. If I win, your eight commanders will be taken to the Sacred Palace forconviction. Is that acceptable?” Darren negotiated.

"Bullshit! You think we will lose?" one of the commanders roared. He seemed to be the mostaggressive.

"Make those people shut up, okay? A simple yes or no is enough,” Darren said to the middle-agedman, calmly.

The middle-aged man ignored Darren's arrogance. After a brief pause, he replied, "Of course, it isokay. But if you lose, you have to leave the people from the Sacred Palace in prison. Moreover, youwill be judged by my Cross Expeditionary Force. The eight commanders will decide yourpunishment. However, you can be assured that we won't kill you. In fact, I can guarantee it."

"In that case, let's fight!" Darren roared as he released an intense force.