Talented Martial Hero
Chapter 915 Young Master

When the crowd recognized Darren, their faces darkened.

"Darren Chu, you know we were looking for you. Why didn’t you tell us who you were? Did you havefun messing with us?"

Darren sneered and said, "You always call me trash, a loser. Why would I tell you who I am?"

"You just wanted to make fools out of us!" someone retorted angrily.

"I didn't. Now that you have completed your task, I'm leaving."

"Stop! Someone, hold him back. We have to teach him a lesson!" someone shouted.

Boom!

The withered forest shook and was covered with a strange aura.

Out of the shadows came a figure.

"It's the young master!"

The disciples of the Blue Cloud City, thinking they were saved, were overjoyed to see him.

"Young master, we are here. We need you!" they cried out.

"Hal It is time for you to die,” the leader of the disciples of the Blue Cloud City said, a smug grin onhis face.

He believed that the young master could defeat a four-tribulation junior holy warrior, consideringnow that that warrior was injured. As for Darren, the young master could defeat him with his eyesclosed.

"Kneel down and accept your demise!" the leader shouted, no longer afraid.

"Damn it! It's the young master of the Blue Cloud City, Myron Mu." The disciples of the Holy Cityglared, staring at the figure's approaching form.

Both Darren and Chaz stayed silent.

The young leader walked straight up to Darren. "You little bastard! You should have killed me whenyou had the chance but you were too stupid to do so! Now, you will die! Ha!"

Darren narrowed his eyes. "Do you think I will spare you just because your young master is here?"As he spoke, his body glowed crimson red. His sword and blade flew out.

"Ah!" Frightened, the young leader let out a cry and tried to run away. However, he couldn't escapefrom Darren's combined power of the sword intent and the Shura Force because he was merely athree-tribulation junior holy warrior.

At once, the man's skin melted away from his bones and his blood gushed out like a fountainDarren's sword had pierced through his heart and it shattered into pieces.

The disciples of the Holy City gasped.

The bloody aura they had just seen frightened them so much.

They did not know that Darren was capable of such power.

How terrifying it was to kill a three-tribulation junior holy warrior with one hit!

Whoosh!

A figure swooped down in front of Darren.

It was the young master. His cyan robe fluttered in the wind. His eyes, the same color as his robe,glimmered with a murderous intent.

"How dare you kill my people in front of me? Insolent fool.” The young master said this, but had asinister smile on his face.

"Young master, it's all a mistake.”

All of the disciples of the Holy City held their breath. Only Arvin was courageous enough to stepforward.

Myron Mu turned his head and glanced at Arvin. Arvin met his gaze and instantly lowered his eyes,shaking.

"Young master, that was just a mistake. We didn't kill your men.”

Thwack!

The young master slapped him in the face with the back of his hand. He had been hit so forcefullythat he crashed through a few trees.

"Do you take me for an idiot? He just killed one of my men right before my very eyes!"

"We didn't kill your men. He is not one of us. We just ran into him by chance.”

The disciples of the Holy City panicked.

"Oh, that's my bad! Silly me,” Myron Mu said, feigning remorse. The young master gave them asmall smile. "It seems to me I must apologize. Oh, well, to show my apology... I shall send you to thenetherworld!"

The disciples of the Holy City shook with terror. Myron Mu was indeed as unforgiving as the legendssaid.

"Myron Mu! We haven't offended you. If you harm us, our elders would surely avenge us!" a voicespoke out.

In the blink of an eye, a head rolled on the ground. It was the head of the disciple who had spokenout.

"What?" Everyone was petrified. No wonder he had tried to go through the fifth tribulation. Hisstrength was terrifying.

Although he might not be the strongest, he certainly was one of the most popular men in theeighteen cities.

It was rumored that he had triggered the fifth holy tribulation thirteen years ago, but hadn't beenable to get through it because of a small mistake. However, even though he had failed, he did notdie. On the contrary, he seemed to have gotten more powerful.

His current strength was nearly as strong as that of a five-tribulation junior holy warrior. He seemedindestructible.

That was why the disciples of the Holy City were so afraid when they met him.

Darren stood there for a long time, trying to study his new opponent. He found that Myron wasstronger than Chaz.

Strictly speaking, Darren could at most match Chaz even if he used all his strength. However, if hewent up against Myron, he would surely be beaten.

But no matter how strong Myron was, it wouldn't be that easy for him to kill both Darren and Chaz!"Well, do we fight?"

Darren spoke first.

"Hal You're a very interesting creature!” Myron laughed and continued, "I see you're not as weak as Ithought. Here's a proposition: serve me and I will spare your life."

"Do you think you can turn me into a servant?” Darren snapped.

"Bastard!" Myron's face darkened. "Your arrogance will be the death of you. One more instance ofyour rudeness and your head will roll.”

Darren began to feel pressured.

"You'll have to survive my attacks first."

Darren gave a roar of rage and launched into battle. He was done arguing.

Countless sword intents condensed into swords and surrounded Myron.

Myron was an expert swordsman. He wielded his sword, sending a bolt of lightning to the swordintents.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Their forces clashed and threw the disciples of the Holy City into the air.

“Fuck!”

Myron suddenly cursed

"You little bastard, you actually have a sword intent that transcends the limit!"

Myron's own sword intent was the dark lighting sword intent, which was second only to the killingsword intent.

He was taken by surprise at how powerful Darren's sword intent was.

He became green with envy, and this fueled his rage towards Darren.