Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 889

In the darkness, Darren stood face to face with the holy emperor's soul.

Darren could feel the holy emperor's power slowly slipping from his grasp. As a result, he felt the holy emperor's soul begin to overpower him.

"If you're trying to kill me, it won't work. I still have enough strength to flee, you know,"

Darren said.

Darren still had eight drops of the light red liquid that could help him reach the peak state of a half-step emperor at any time. Even if the fighting power of the emperor's soul was higher than his, it was impossible for him to kill Darren in an instant. Darren definitely had the opportunity to rush out.

"I am aware. I won't kill you," the holy emperor's soul replied coldly.

"Why have you come to me, then?" Darren asked.

"I need your help."

Darren was stunned. "What do you want from me?" he slowly began. "And why should I help you?"

The holy emperor's soul let out a low chuckle. "Don't you think you owe me a favor after I let you inherit my power?" Darren narrowed his eyes.

"You may be right, but I discovered how to get this power for myself this time. You had no part in it."

As Darren spoke, the holy emperor's soul burned brightly. Tension filled the air.

"But, if you are in need of assistance... Tell me and I'll see what I can do." Darren finished.

This seemed to calm the holy emperor's soul down.

"I need to break free from this place," he said.

Darren furrowed his brow. The soul had been trapped here for thousands of years. Surely, he should have been able to escape with his own might alone. If the holy emperor's soul, with all his power, couldn't break free, what could Darren do?

"What you ask for is not much. However, I don't know if I have the ability to help you," Darren said frankly.

"I know you are. All you have to do is to bring in my real body. If you do that, the power that is keeping me here will lose its strength and I will be free!" the soul said.

"Your real body?" At that time, Darren was not aware that the soul's real body was the holy emperor's corpse that was being held by the Space-time Palace.

"Yes... Those lowly, filthy creatures stole my body and kept me trapped here..." the holy emperor's soul growled.

"But, if you bring me my body, I will regain my power. If you succeed, I will reward you richly."

Suddenly, the space in front of Darren rippled, revealing an image of the ancestor of the Space-time Palace. Soon, Darren realized that the holy emperor's corpse kept in the Space-time Palace was this soul's real body.

Darren drew a deep breath. So many questions rushed through his mind. Would he really be able to successfully retrieve the holy emperor's body? And if he did, would the return of such a powerful holy emperor bring prosperity to the world or would it signal its doom?

Things might turn out for the worse especially now that there were no genuine emperors in power. If this holy emperor's soul returned, he might turn into the most powerful being of all. Who would be able to stop him should he turn out to be evil?

A warrior of such a high level would only upset the balance of the Lothlann Continent, causing unpredictable and terrifying consequences.

"What? Don't tell me you're going to say no."

The soul became flustered at Darren's lack of a response. "If you bring me back my body and I go free, I will grant you three wishes," he added quickly.

Darren bit his lip. The offer was, indeed, very tempting.

But he was not a fool. How could he trust this ghost?

"I won't do it,"

Darren said firmly.

Darren mulled the decision over in his head. However, common sense got the better of him. He didn't know who this guy was and what he was capable of. It was better to be safe than sorry.

"Argh!"

The holy emperor's soul let out a thunderous roar. He burned brightly once more, only this time, with more ferocity. His anger filled the air.

The roar shook Darren to the core and he fumbled to absorb a drop of the light red liquid.

Arrest!

The holy emperor's soul rushed quickly towards Darren and attempted to strangle him.

"Ha! I was right not to trust you!" Darren spat out.

Relying on the strength that he had, Darren dodged the soul's attacks and tried to get out of there as fast as he could.

"Go to hell!"