Talented Martial Hero
Chapter 406 The Revenge

When they sensed the dangerous aura, Darren, Timothy, and Abelard released their spiritual sense to check the situation.

"Did I imagine it?" Timothy mumbled with his brows furrowed.

"No. You didn't. I also felt something powerful closing in on us,” Abelard muttered as he glanced at the surrounding area.

As Darren's Spirit Power was more powerful than the others’, the dangerous aura touched him more deeply. After searching for a while, he said, "A demonic monster must be around. We just cannot sense it because of its superb hiding skill."

Timothy and Abelard nodded as Darren's explanation seemed logical. Subconsciously, they tightened their grip on their weapons.

All three men kept strict vigilance for a while. However, the dangerous aura didn't reappear. The woods with towering old trees remained silent.

Rustle.

"Eh? Someone is hiding in the trees!"

Darren said as a slight noise caught his attention. Though the aura couldn't be perceived, the three men didn’t let down their guard.

"You beast, come out!" Timothy yelled.

"Ha-ha. You bastards. Your spiritual sense is very sensitive. To tell you the truth, I didn't expect you to sense me."

After Timothy's yell, a figure descended from a tall tree and landed before the three men.

"Oscar? Why are you following us? And why did you hide your aura?" Timothy asked with a serious expression.

As Darren wasn't convinced that the aura belonged to Oscar, he stood silently and continued to probe the surrounding area for signs of the dangerous aura they had sensed earlier. His instincts told him that there was a powerful demonic monster in the region.

Although Darren was preoccupied with searching for the powerful demonic monster, he kept a watch on Oscar. After all, he knew that Oscar was only trying to make trouble for them.

"What did you think? Did you assume that I would forgive you so easily after you offended me in front of everyone? How naive you are!” Oscar sneered. His handsome features morphed into more hideous ones as he flashed Darren and his companions a sinister smile.

"Timothy, you come from the Western Desert Island. Your status is so high that even the sect will show respect to you. You are incredible. However, it is a pity that no one will search for your body in this wild land."

He then glared at Abelard. "You, the woodcutter, I know that the old fisherman protects you. The question remains whether or not the news of your death will pain him.”

Finally, his eyes fell on Darren. "And You, the lad with the blade and sword intent, I won't kill you immediately. No, I will torture you and render such pain that you will wish you were dead. Ha-ha." Oscar said to each of the three men who had humiliated him. As he spoke, Oscar released his domain and directed it to envelop them.

"Ha-ha. Are you kidding? You are just a low level grand warrior. Do you think you can kill the three of us? I will let you know who is the naive one!" Timothy sneered. Then a purple light sword shot toward the sky.

After a moment, the purple light sword separated into four light swords. In a flash, the swords flew toward Oscar.

"What an insignificant skill!" Oscar snorted when he saw what Timothy had done. With a casual wave of his hand, Oscar released a palm attack at the four purple light swords.

"The Ancestor Sword Soul!" Timothy muttered. Instantly, heaven and earth shook. Streaks of purple light flowed from the four light swords, forming an old man with purple hair.

"Hiss,"

Darren gasped in terror at the sight, for he felt that the old man with purple hair was emitting an aura of sword intent that was mighty beyond description.

"Is that the sword intent of a seven-star grand warrior?" Darren exclaimed.

"Humph. I am wasting my Ancestor Sword Soul on you, an insignificant grand warrior,” Timothy griped at the retort. He could only use the Ancestor Sword Soul three times in a year. As he didn't intend to mess around with Oscar, Timothy had summoned the precious skill. It was, indeed, a pity that he had used such a formidable skill, which could kill a two-star grand warrior in one blow, for Oscar.

"Really? Go to hell!" Oscar roared. Though he was astounded when he felt the sword intent released from the purple-haired old man, Oscar returned to normal after a short while. Moreover, it seemed that he had nothing to fear.

Hearing his gruesome roar, another figure appeared and launched a palm attack at the shadow of the old man with purple hair.

"Damn it! Step back!" Darren shouted. Having sensed the anomaly, he immediately dragged Timothy away from the scene.

The purple-haired old man's eyes glowed as he swung a purple light sword to confront the palm shadow rushing toward him.

Boom!

The earth shook as the overbearing force and the mighty sword intent collided. All the old trees within a hundred feet were reduced to wood chippings.

Timothy had earlier assured Darren that the space in the Heavenly Serene Graveyard was very stable. Even the trees could resist attacks from ordinary one-star grand warriors. Considering how severely the trees had been damaged, the forces that had collided must have been really powerful. Based on the strength displayed, the man fighting the purple-haired old man must be at the level of a two-star grand warrior!

After the collision, the shadow of the old man with purple hair diminished. Without further delay, the old man swung his sword again, and a little streak of powerful sword intent was released. "Humph. There is only a little Ancestor Sword Soul remaining. It cannot harm me!" the mysterious man said.

Darren, Timothy, and Abelard stood and watched. Timothy turned pale when he saw the battle. He knew that although the Ancestor Sword Soul carried the momentum of a seven-star grand warrior, the real sword intent attached to it could only kill an ordinary two-star grand warrior.

"Damn it. I can't deal with him. You should escape while the Ancestor Sword Soul can still resist him," Timothy sighed with defeat.

"I won't do that. I won't desert you, my friend. Leave him to me!" Abelard said bravely as he released his ax.

Darren, however, remained silent. His brows furrowed as he watched the mysterious man. He couldn't place it, but Darren felt as though the mysterious man's voice was somewhat familiar to him.

As the ax flew toward its target, a black light appeared. Astonishingly enough, the shadow of a black dragon rushed out of the light. Its momentum was stronger than that of the old man formed from the purple light swords.

Once the shadow of the black dragon merged with the purple-haired old man, they appeared to be well-matched in terms of strength with the mysterious man.

However, at this point, Oscar, who was watching the fight, burst into laughter. In a flash, he flew forward and landed before Darren, Timothy, and Abelard.

"Ha-ha. What other skills do you have? I guess you have nothing more! Well. Don't blame me for being rude!”

Oscar bellowed as he continued to laugh. The two men whom he had dreaded all this while had demonstrated their unique skills. Since he could overpower them, Oscar was convinced that they were not a threat to him anymore. After all, he was a warrior in the Grand Realm.

Hearing Oscar, Timothy and Abelard became flustered. It was true that they had used their unique skills against Oscar. It was also true that they couldn't rival Oscar, who was a grand warrior.

"Step back," Darren whispered to Timothy and Abelard before flying forward and glaring at Oscar coldly.

"Darren, be careful!” Timothy shouted. He and Abelard realized that only Darren had the skills to defeat Oscar. So, with a quick warning to Darren, the other two men retreated.

"You? There is a slim possibility that the skills shown by your two bastard friends might scare me. But, I am not afraid of your dark gold internal force. You are so ridiculous!" Oscar mocked. Since there were no restraints around Darren, Oscar was confident that once he displayed the domain skill, he could effortlessly kill Darren. With that, Darren had no opportunity to activate his powerful dark gold internal force.

"Go to hell!" Darren said coldly as the blade and sword intent burst out from his body like torrents rushing toward their target with terrifying force.