Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 867

The Roc Demon Emperor glared at Luther. His hostility was palpable under that look.

"Well, Roc Demon Emperor, are you trying to humiliate yourself in front of all these people?"

Leighton smirked upon seeing the Roc Demon Emperor's expression.

The white-skinned old man shot the Roc Demon Emperor a look, letting his spiritual sense pass over his companion. "Forget about fighting him. It'll be useless."

"I have suffered tremendous loss over that young swordsman. I can't just let him go," Roc Demon Emperor snapped back at the white-skinned old man.

"I understand why you want to exact your revenge, but we can't be too hasty. We can take care of him after we figure out where the aura of the holy emperor's power is coming from," the white-skinned elder suggested.

"Fine. I'll do as you say, but next time, I won't let him go that easily."

With that, the Roc Demon Emperor reigned in his anger.

"Let's go now." The Roc Demon Emperor stepped into the void with the two elderly men in tow.

As soon as they vanished, Chandler motioned for the rest of the group to move forward.

After a whole night of flying, the black mist gradually dissipated, but the powerful aura was still pushing down on them.

Finally, they were beginning to see the stars like sparkling river in the sky. It dotted the white region ahead of them.

"Be careful not to get too close to that or you might suddenly find yourself trapped inside the Space-time Palace," Chandler cautioned them.

Darren looked ahead with curious eyes. He was drawn to the mystery shrouding the river of stars ahead of them.

"Is there anything mysterious behind the Space-time Palace's location?" he asked.

"For thousands of years, the Space-time Palace has stood there, strategically placed and defensed by rule arrays so that time flows turbulently around it. Once you get stuck in it, there's no way you can ever get out," Chandler answered.

"Indeed, it is said that even the holy emperor wouldn't be able to escape its rule arrays. It is that powerful," someone from the crowd chimed in.

They all stopped for a moment to gaze at the starry white region. Silence descended upon them as they were all lost in their thoughts for a moment.

"We have to be really careful, then."

Three days later, nothing out of the ordinary had happened yet.

"The pressure is starting to fade away. Does that mean the Space-time Palace has failed to resurrect the holy emperor's corpse?" Chandler couldn't help but wonder.

And true enough, he could sense how the pressure was gradually dissipating like a puff of smoke.

"They'll find it difficult to resurrect the holy emperor's corpse as long as I have the crystals they need," Darren said.

"That's true. They would need to create a soul if they want to resurrect a holy emperor. Only the dark-spirit crystal can make one, so without it, they can't resurrect him. Otherwise, they wouldn't have waited for so many years to prepare everything," Mathew explained further.

Suddenly, a shrill cry pierced through the silence.

Its echoes filled the night sky.

Darren and the others were immediately on their guards.

"What was that?"

A series of explosion rippled through the air.

Like a comet, a body robed in flames charged towards them at a speed no ordinary human being could match.

"Kill him!"

The senior holy warriors changed their stance to prepare for an attack. Dread poured over them like a bucket of cold water.

"Wait!" Chandler cried out hastily. His eyebrows were furrowed as if he was trying to piece out a puzzle.

"Don't you know who this is? Can't you feel his aura?"

The rest cast out their spiritual sense to probe the man.

"He is the Roc Demon Emperor!"

Darren was surprised by this realization. "What happened to him? Why is he flying so awkwardly like that?"