Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 491

As the burning rage inflamed in his eyes, the transparent man charged at Darren, aiming straight at his head. The assault was made with the man's ultimate goal of taking Darren's soul out and assimilating it on his own—selfish and ruthless at the same time.

There, lying helpless on the ground, Darren didn't have the ability nor the frailest strength to resist his opponent's attack at all. He was so weak and stiffened that all he could do was give up and let the transparent man get in his head.

Vroom!

In excess of the excruciating pain, Darren's head started to spin. The world seemed to be shaking as he lay there flat on his back. More diabolical than that, a compelling aura of soul seemed to be squeezing and pressing on his brain.

"Ahhhh!"

A cry of pain echoed in Darren's brain and was voiced out in his parched mouth. In the next second, a twisted and transparent figure emerged from Darren's brain. The figure was hunched in an arch-like shape as if he was severely hurt.

"How powerful!"

While he was throwing out the words, the transparent man calmed a little and returned to his normal state. He praised and commended Darren's soul in an awed tone saying, "Young man, you have a mighty soul. It's frightening to know such a man possessing such an overpowering soul. I am lucky to have met you today, haha! Yet, the bad news for you is, no matter how dominating your soul is, it belongs to me now! Pity, you can do nothing about it." While his mouth twitched in mocking Darren, the transparent man sounded full of mirth and excited for a good catch—Darren's powerful soul.

Wasting no time, with a snatch of his bare hand, he directly grabbed hold of Darren's soul. With all his might, he was trying desperately to get the young warrior's soul separated from his earthly body.

"Get out, you little thing! Don't make this hard for me!" the transparent man yakked while pulling the foreboding soul out. At the onset, Darren could feel that a very strong pull was tearing his soul away from his body. In his mind, he was battling and fighting as much as he could to restrain the soul from leaving his body, yet his strength would not allow him to do so.

Not only that, it hurt badly as if the pain was biting on to his bones, but the hurt of being helpless at the moment was what pained Darren most. Right in that very moment, Darren realized that he now had a more explicit definition of what was the most painful thing in the world.

In the intervening time, at the top floor of the Medicine Pavilion in the southern land of the Lothlann Continent, everything was still and quiet except for the dust that was dancing the moment the air disturbed their placidity.

The top floor was quite empty, dirty, and unkempt. Dust and cobwebs were everywhere, as if the place hadn't been used for a very long time.

Across the spacious room, at the center, there sat a stooping older man with legs crossed. He was in a deep meditation that dust was all over his body; his face was almost covered and could barely be seen.

In a quick instant, on that beautiful day on the peaceful top floor of the Medicine Pavilion, a frightening soul fluctuation emerged out of nowhere.

Stillness, quietness, and tranquility were all soon lost at the place the moment the soul fluctuation was felt. It was as if an intense earthquake hit the place.

The stooping older man opened his eyes as a reflex action, and his meditation was cut short the moment he felt the soul fluctuation. Alarmed and confused at the same time, the older man shook the dust off his body and prepared himself for battle.

"Bastard! If you dare to touch him, you are dead!"