Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 883

Bang!

As he had anticipated, a blow thudded against his halberd and it clattered to the ground. The Misty Emperor was standing a few feet away and was lowering his hands. He had knocked down the weapon, thinking that the black-armored man would hinder his deed by hurting Darren. "You're getting more and more presumptuous every day. How dare you make a move without my order!" he roared.

"Yes, master. I promise I won't do that again!" The man in black armor cowered on the ground, begging on his knees.

At this moment, Darren silently appreciated the actions of the black-armored man. He was trying to distract the Misty Emperor so that he didn't have time to question Darren's purpose. So as a result, the Misty Emperor's mind turned to who those map carriers might be.

"Who are the ten people?" he asked impatiently.

Fortunately, he had fallen for Darren's simple lies.

With faked effort, Darren stood up, leaned against the wall, and murmured the names one by one.

"You idiot! How am I supposed to know who they are by just names?" the Misty Emperor shouted, collecting Darren's collar in his fists. "Condense the pictures of their faces so I can see them!"

When the Misty Emperor stared at him with a flustered look in his eyes, Darren felt a wave of relief wash over him.

"I'm sorry. My head aches, and I can't gather enough energy to condense their appearances." Clutching the wall, Darren forced small tears out of his eyes.

Witnessing his helplessness, the Misty Emperor felt the urge to sweep Darren's head off in an attempt to release his overwhelming fury. However, doing so would destroy his whole purpose. So, after cooling off a little, he began releasing some more repair force to amend Darren's soul.

Just like the time before, as soon as the repair force rushed into Darren's mind, the strange stone inside him activated and absorbed the force. It was as if he was being fed a well-earned meal. He found the process fulfilling and comfortable.

After some time, he felt so much better that he figured he should stop being spoiled. Stopping his wailing, he looked around with a newfound vigor.

Once he figured he had given Darren enough time to heal, the Misty Emperor once again urged him to show their faces. Albeit reluctantly, Darren condensed out the faces of Scott, Hanson, Mathew, and others and presented them to the Misty Emperor.

"This is only five of them. Where are the others?"

In a wrath, the Misty Emperor flung Darren into the air.

As he collided with the ground, Darren felt a sharp pain shoot through his chest. Hatred surged through his mind as he looked up at the Misty Emperor.

"Bring them to me," the Misty Emperor howled.

"Yes, sir!"

The black-armored man flew off at once, and before the Misty Emperor could even huff out a sigh, he had returned with Darren's chained and weary companions.