Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 888

The fierce roar sent a bone-chilling sensation that dug deep into the core of the man in black armor. The shock he felt was comparable to the feeling of being shattered into pieces. Even Darren's insides churned as the holy emperor's power inside his body had already faded.

Flustered, Darren fumbled and hastily swallowed another drop of the red liquid.

"Chaz, take the Misty Emperor away and hide at the edge of the forbidden domain," he barked at his companion.

Chaz blinked, bewildered by the order. "What? But what about you?"

"Don't you feel my aura?" Darren calmly asked.

Only then did Chaz realize. So, he nodded slowly. "I understand. You have the holy emperor's power..."

After that, Chaz immediately took the Misty Emperor and flew towards the edge of the forbidden domain.

A pair of bright eyes suddenly appeared in front of Darren.

"Who are you?" Darren demanded. The aura emanating from the dark was no weaker than that of his.

He still found it hard to believe that there was really a top half-step emperor dwelling in this forbidden domain.

After the bright eyes had stared at Darren for a while, the ferocity in the eyes had somehow diminished.

A translucent and unkempt figure walked out of the darkness.

"You have my aura." His voice was cold and dry, tinged with a bit of ruthlessness.

"What do you mean by that? I have never met you before. If I have offended you, please forgive me. If there's nothing else, I'll be taking my leave," Darren replied politely.

After all, the quantity of the liquid he had was limited and the aura of the figure in front of him was very strong. Darren was afraid that the liquid would be consumed and he would not be able to win if he were to fight against him. If that would be the case, Darren would be in danger.

Swoosh.

There was a strong gust of wind and all of a sudden, the man's translucent figure was standing right in front of Darren.

"What? Do I have to fight against you?" Darren shot a cold glance at the figure.

The man did not say a word but instead struck his palm directly at Darren.

The space between his palms collapsed and the rule silk threads that connected the space appeared to be tearing apart.

It was the first time that Darren had seen such a powerful palm.

'Seems like this man's power is close to Primitive Emperor's!' Darren compared in his mind.

However, he had no choice but to take up the gauntlet. The blood light on his body soared and he balled his hands into fists and punched back.

The rule silk threads that were destroyed transformed into a power that was tens of thousands of times more violent than the turbulent power in the space cracks. A storm swept out, completely tearing the earth apart. Scarlet magma rose, sending thick billowing smoke straight towards the sky.

Darren felt the bones in his arms shatter and he retreated several thousand feet back.

Darren was shaking in astonishment. He had already used the power of the holy emperor and the Bloody Shura Force, but even with those two powers combined, he was still no match against the translucent figure. He did not anticipate how powerful the enemy was.

At that moment, the translucent figure also stood dumbfounded.

He never thought that one day he would be fighting against someone of his own capacity because he had been dead for millions of years.

"What the hell do you want? Do you want to kill me?" Darren exclaimed and then prepared to absorb another drop of the light red liquid.

"Tell me, how did you get my power?" The translucent figure's hoarse voice made Darren shudder.

"What? You mean the power contained in the blood river is yours?" Darren was completely stunned.

"Other than me, who else could have such a strong bloodline? Even after millions of years, my power will never die," the figure answered hoarsely.

"I see. The blood flowing in that river is your blood!

I did not mean to offend you, sir. Please forgive me." Darren could tell by the man's aura that he was telling the truth.

Somewhere outside the dark domain, a palace was floating above a colorful ground.