Talented Martial Hero
Chapter 889 Refuse To Help

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.

"Hal 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!"

The soul chased after Darren. The distance between them narrowed as he became faster and faster. Bang!

Seeing this, Darren initiated the power of the Bloody Shura, aiming it towards the translucent figure to slow him down.

In a flash, it was as if the world was bathed in blood. The sky was bright crimson and the smell of death hung heavily in the air. The scarlet magma was turned into a vast blood-red ocean.

Darren gave all he could but the power given to him by the bright red liquid was not enough. His strength began to falter and the holy emperor's soul caught up with him.

Darren had no choice but to immediately absorb another drop.

The more drops of the liquid he consumed, the more hollow his heart felt. Each time he absorbed meant more peril for his future.

"Explode!"

The soul went into a frenzy.

Suddenly, just ahead of Darren, a wheel popped out of the ground and cut through the void. The power coming from the object was incredibly strong.

"Fuck!"

Darren cursed. He drew out his sword in an attempt to deflect the attacks from the wheel.

Metal bit into metal in a violent crash. Cracks appeared on Darren's sword where it had clashed with the wheel.

"What? It must be an Emperor Weapon!" Darren exclaimed.

Darren's sword and blade were also Emperor Weapons but clearly, they were not as powerful as the wheel. Darren grimaced. After all, the wheel must be something belonged to the holy emperor's soul, which meant that it was literally a weapon of a genuine emperor.

The huge wheel began to lunge at Darren again. Behind him, the holy emperor's soul was preparing to launch another attack.

Either way he turned, he would be facing a huge adversary.

He was trapped. He surveyed the ground below and the air above. Both pathways seemed clear enough to make an escape.

Going with his instinct, Darren rushed down. He was well aware that if he entered the void, he would be exposed to the holy emperor's soul.

Boom!

The scarlet magma boiled ferociously as Darren crashed into it.

"Ha! The magma here is far hotter than other magma you have ever felt," the soul sneered.

Darren winced. The magma was, indeed, very hot and seared his skin. If it were not for the light red liquid, his body would have melted away.

"Explode! Explode!”

The holy emperor's soul was hesitant to follow Darren into the magma, fearful of exposing himself to the heat.

However, his desire to kill Darren overpowered his fear, so he sank down, chasing after him.

As the holy emperor's soul touched the magma, his translucent body seemed to disintegrate. His face was contorted with pain as he faced Darren. However, despite in such an anguish state, his speed was much faster. He rushed towards Darren with an alarming speed.

Darren sensed the danger and began to run as fast as he could. If the holy emperor's soul were to trap him here, he would surely die.

Smoke began to fill Darren's lungs and parts of his body were charred black. The deeper he went into the magma, the hotter it seemed to become.

"If I go on like this, I will be burned to death.”

He felt the effects of the liquid wearing off, so he poised himself to absorb another drop.

The holy emperor's soul looked to be in a worse shape but nevertheless, he persisted in his chase. Boom!

Suddenly, some of the magma bubbled up and condensed into a sharp arrow. The arrow shot straight towards Darren.

'Is this how I die?’

Darren sighed. It seemed that he had underestimated the power of the holy emperor's soul. His arrogance had finally gotten the better of him. He closed his eyes, accepting his fate.

Buzz.

Suddenly, the strange stone in Darren's mind began to spin quickly. He opened his eyes.

"What?"

Pleasantly surprised, Darren chuckled.