Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 303

As Darren's face dropped with extreme disappointment, Water Kylin looked up with a beaming smile on his face and said, "Ha-ha. Master, here is the bloodline."

While the beast's mouth was held open, a drop of fluid came out from it—a glittery green colored liquid.

"I think someone needs a good kick up the backside. How dare you lie to me!" Darren scolded as he realized that the beast was playing games with him. Darren felt so humiliated, and it angered him so much that he raised his hand and wanted desperately to slap it in the beast's face. But, before he could even touch Water Kylin, the latter suddenly slumped onto the ground, looking deathly pale.

Thanks to his quick reflexes, Darren immediately caught the green fluid from the Water Kylin's mouth. Seeing his miserable face laid on the ground, Darren changed his mind and didn't want to hit him anymore.

Boom! Boom!

The firm ground where they were standing started to shake violently. In the blink of an eye, Darren disappeared without a trace.

"I can't believe that you actually got the bloodline!" Fris reckoned in amazement. As soon as Darren came out of the grave, the village head appeared in front of him. He stared at Darren with a look of surprise and homage on his face.

However, when his eyes rested on the Water Kylin on Darren's shoulder, he had a complete understanding of what had actually happened. He nodded at Darren with utmost reverie and felt happy for him.

"You do have a lot of secret skills. You even have that legendary beast from the Ancient Age." Fris praised Darren and even acknowledged the Water Kylin.

"Yes, that is true. But I depend on the help of others to get the bloodline. I didn't do it alone. I guess knowing that might make you look down on me," Darren said with a disappointed look on his face, a little embarrassed of himself.

"Ha-ha. Fellow, don't worry about that. Even though you have other people to help you, you still have done a significant role in retrieving the bloodline. Am I right? If you have the bloodline now, it means that you have succeeded. How come I will look down on you?" lifting Darren's spirits, Fris said with a smile on his face.

"Ha-ha. You are right, sir." Feeling relieved, Darren wore a faint smile on his face.

"Actually, there are still a lot of treasures in the grave. You can choose to keep on fighting and collect those treasures if you want. But now that you already have the bloodline and two excellent battle skills, I thought that you are satisfied with the result and would settle with that. So I've transferred you out of the grave without asking your opinion. Are you angry with that?" Fris asked.

"No, sir. As you said, I have enough treasures. I am satisfied with what I had." During his ordeal on the graveyard, not only Darren got the bloodline and battle skills, but he was also able to cultivate one more conflicting martial arts skills—the flame intent and ice intent.