Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 406

When they sensed the dangerous aura, Darren, Timothy, and Abelard released their spiritual sense to check the situation.

"Did I imagine it?" Timothy mumbled with his brows furrowed.

"No. You didn't. I also felt something powerful closing in on us," Abelard muttered as he glanced at the surrounding area.

As Darren's Spirit Power was more powerful than the others', the dangerous aura touched him more deeply. After searching for a while, he said, "A demonic monster must be around. We just cannot sense it because of its superb hiding skill."

Timothy and Abelard nodded as Darren's explanation seemed logical. Subconsciously, they tightened their grip on their weapons.

All three men kept strict vigilance for a while. However, the dangerous aura didn't reappear. The woods with towering old trees remained silent.

Rustle.

"Eh? Someone is hiding in the trees!"

Darren said as a slight noise caught his attention. Though the aura couldn't be perceived, the three men didn't let down their guard.

"You beast, come out!" Timothy yelled.

"Ha-ha. You bastards. Your spiritual sense is very sensitive. To tell you the truth, I didn't expect you to sense me."

After Timothy's yell, a figure descended from a tall tree and landed before the three men.

"Oscar? Why are you following us? And why did you hide your aura?" Timothy asked with a serious expression.

As Darren wasn't convinced that the aura belonged to Oscar, he stood silently and continued to probe the surrounding area for signs of the dangerous aura they had sensed earlier. His instincts told him that there was a powerful demonic monster in the region.

Although Darren was preoccupied with searching for the powerful demonic monster, he kept a watch on Oscar. After all, he knew that Oscar was only trying to make trouble for them.

"What did you think? Did you assume that I would forgive you so easily after you offended me in front of everyone? How naive you are!" Oscar sneered. His handsome features morphed into more hideous ones as he flashed Darren and his companions a sinister smile.

"Timothy, you come from the Western Desert Island. Your status is so high that even the sect will show respect to you. You are incredible. However, it is a pity that no one will search for your body in this wild land."

He then glared at Abelard. "You, the woodcutter, I know that the old fisherman protects you. The question remains whether or not the news of your death will pain him."

Finally, his eyes fell on Darren. "And You, the lad with the blade and sword intent, I won't kill you immediately. No, I will torture you and render such pain that you will wish you were dead. Ha-ha."

Oscar said to each of the three men who had humiliated him. As he spoke, Oscar released his domain and directed it to envelop them.

"Ha-ha. Are you kidding? You are just a low level grand warrior. Do you think you can kill the three of us? I will let you know who is the naive one!" Timothy sneered. Then a purple light sword shot toward the sky.

After a moment, the purple light sword separated into four light swords. In a flash, the swords flew toward Oscar.

"What an insignificant skill!" Oscar snorted when he saw what Timothy had done. With a casual wave of his hand, Oscar released a palm attack at the four purple light swords.

"The Ancestor Sword Soul!" Timothy muttered. Instantly, heaven and earth shook. Streaks of purple light flowed from the four light swords, forming an old man with purple hair.

"Hiss,"

Darren gasped in terror at the sight, for he felt that the old man with purple hair was emitting an aura of sword intent that was mighty beyond description.