Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 971

Darren turned around and was surprised to see an old man standing behind him.

"It's you! How did you get in?" Startled, he realized that it was the same old man who had caught him.

Since he was the master of the Ancient Void Battlefield, nobody should have been able to enter it without his permission. The mere presence of the old man here stunned him.

"Young man, how come you have a holy emperor's small world?

Oh, wait. It didn't belong to you. You've inherited it from someone," the old man mused, ignoring Darren's incredulity.

"Tell me, how did you get in here?" Darren asked again.

"I just walked in. As you can see, I can enter any world as I wish. I can even get in the one you created and the one you inherited."

This old man had locked up Darren and his two companions for some time now. A moment ago, he had wanted to make them do some heavy work for him. But when he came to the place where the three were locked, Darren had been gone. All that was left was a mysterious world that was as small as a grain of sand. Without second thoughts, he decided to enter it.

Darren could only imagine how powerful the old man was to be able to follow him here.

"Please have a seat, sir."

Trying to calm himself down, he conjured a stone table and chair for the old man to sit down on.

"If I may ask, what is your name? You see, we made a mistake in killing the spiritual beast of heaven and earth because we thought it was a wild thing. Please be magnanimous and spare us. It was all a misunderstanding," Darren said, apologetically.

"Humph! My name is none of your business. But the beast, on the other... I can feel my blood boil just by the mere thought of its death. That beast is my favorite. How dare you send your companions to kill it! You shall be responsible for this crime." The old man sat down, but his face was impassive and cold as ice.

Darren was speechless, not daring to speak up to the old man out of fear.

"Young man, why do you have such a corpse? With your strength, you would have been crushed by his power from kilometers away. I find it odd that you're able to move this body without breaking." The old man pointed at the floating Shura corpse over their heads.

"To be honest, the corpse has always been in this world ever since I inherited it," Darren lied.

The old man frowned at that and said, "This ice bed is made out of the magic ice from heaven. It can protect a body for millions of years and the body won't even decay; it can even help keep the spiritual soul of the body. It seems like the original owner of this small world is very unusual. Do you know where he is?"

Darren shook his head wordlessly and then replied, "I was only lucky to get this world, but I never met the owner."

"Of course. How can you possibly know anything about the holy emperor when you're just a nobody? Well then, I shall take the corpse with me." The old man's tone held no doubt and hesitation.

"No way, sir!" Panic climbed up to Darren's throat like bitter bile. That corpse was priceless. He wouldn't let anybody take it away like that.

"What? Will you not give it to me?" The old man gazed blankly at Darren. His face was void of any emotion. "If you hand the corpse over to me, I'll spare you mercy for killing my dearest spiritual beat. My offer to you will be giving you an advantage here."

Darren couldn't come up of anything to say.

Nevertheless, he knew that the old man's condition was indeed in his favor. Otherwise, he would be beaten up to death, and the corpse would still be taken from him anyway.

"If you say no, I would kill you on the spot, and you won't be able to do anything about it. So choose wisely and don't push your luck," the old man warned as he waited for Darren's decision.

"Oh, I wouldn't say no to that. You're too kind to spare me. I shall give this corpse to you as compensation. Thank you so much, sir." Reluctantly, Darren gave in and uttered those good words.

"That's more like it." Excitement gleamed in the old man's eyes as he looked at the corpse.

He waved his hand in the air until ancient runes popped out, one after another. The Shura's corpse was soon covered by them and it shrank into the old man's sleeve.

A look of satisfaction crossed his face after acquiring the corpse.

"Come with me."

"Okay."