Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 893

Darren continued to ask about another holy emperor's corpse and finally became certain that the corpse was a member of the Bloody Shura race.

"Where is the holy emperor's corpse?" Darren asked.

"He's right down the hall. I'll take you to him," the Misty Emperor said, lowering his eyes.

Darren hung back for a moment. The Space-time Palace was notorious for having many traps around the area. If this guy were to play tricks with him, they would be in serious trouble.

Darren began to think of a way to control him.

"I suddenly remembered something, Darren," Chaz said.

"What is it?"

"This bastard has the ability to separate his soul from his body. Why don't we ask him to do that? His soul can lead you to the corpse since he will be in a much weaker state then. I can stay behind and watch his body. I'll destroy it if he tries anything funny!" Chaz said.

The Misty Emperor glowered at Chaz. If he could only kill him, he would.

"Good idea." Darren nodded. "Let's do it."

"Darren, my soul is badly injured. I can't use the arcane skill." The Misty Emperor looked at Darren dejectedly.

"Well, that's too bad. You're only of use to me if you can do that. Tell me why I should keep you alive then if you can't help me out!" Darren snarled.

The Misty Emperor began to plead for mercy when Darren thrust the tip of his blade at the Misty Emperor's throat. A rivulet of bright, red blood trickled down his neck.

"Don't! Don't kill me! I... I will try!" the Misty Emperor cried.

"Humph!" Darren drew back his sword.

The Misty Emperor began to perform his arcane skill. He felt pain shoot up throughout his body, but he gritted his teeth and pressed on. It was better to do this than to lose his life.

A few moments had passed before he was able to successfully separate his soul from his body. His soul glowed weakly. He looked at Darren with sad eyes.

"Be careful, Darren. He is very cunning,"

Chaz warned.

"Don't worry about me. If he plays tricks, I will destroy his soul immediately. Even if I don't obtain the corpse, I will kill him," Darren said, making his voice louder so that the Misty Emperor could hear.

The Misty Emperor shivered with fear and led Darren to the hall immediately.

After a series of complicated arrays and space-time whirlpools, Darren was finally at the hall.

A wide space greeted him and he proceeded to walk on.

With the soul's guidance, Darren was able to avoid numerous traps that were laid out around the space. Soon, he arrived at a mountain.

"The corpse is inside," the soul said. The Misty Emperor was still shaking in fear.

"How do I get in?" Darren asked.

"You need my lord token. Here, take it," the Misty Emperor said, feeling around his pockets. His face paled. "Oh, no. I must have left it on my physical body!"

"Are you kidding me?" Darren frowned. "Do you want to die?"

"No! But I am only a soul! I wouldn't be able to keep the lord token with me even if I wanted to because I am incorporeal!" the Misty Emperor said, frustrated.

Darren narrowed his eyes. In a flash, he drew out his sword and swung it at the soul.

"Ouch!"

The Misty Emperor writhed on the ground. His soul ached with Darren's blow.

"If you dare to play tricks on me again, I will destroy you," Darren said sternly.

"Please don't! I have... I have other ways," the Misty Emperor sobbed. Pain coursed throughout his entire body.

"Humph! I told you not to play tricks! I will show you no mercy!"

"I know. I won't do that again," the Misty Emperor replied hurriedly. He shrank himself into a ball.