Chapter 372 Find The Clue (Part One)
With the sun peeking at the horizons, and its light cast a silhouette at the mountains afar, a new and
refreshed hope stirred inside Darren. Overseeing the scenic view painted by the sunlight, he took a
deep breath and prepared himself to set out. Today, he would head to the capital of Doriath to pick up
the guard of the Martial Skill Library.
When all was set and ready, Darren hovered over the clouds with his destination in mind. However, as
he was afloat midair, a strange feeling swept over him. He was so troubled by that oundish sense
that he released his spiritual sense to check on the vicinity for something suspicious. To his dismay, he
found nothing.
"Hmm, that''s so peculiar. I am certain I sensed a strong aura shing across just now. Was that just my
illusion?" with all his senses heightened, Darren mumbled while shaking his head.
Then he went on flying ahead, dismissing the thought on his mind. Though the aura had disappeared
as he moved further away, he still felt vaguely uneasy.
While flying, he examined his force of control. Gauging his potentials, he estimated that two to three
days from now, he could open the Ancient Void Battlefield. By that time, he would be able to enter the
battlefield and visit the Water Kylin and Finley. Even though the idea thrilled him, Darren became
vignt because of the illusion earlier. After the previous bitter lesson that he had experienced, he
reminded himself always to make sure that he could open the Ancient Void Battlefield as an escape
route, only with that assurance that he could set his mind at rest.
After a few moments, Darren arrived at the capital of Doriath. He was not mesmerized to have arrived
at the ce for just a short flight because his mind was quite full at the moment. Getting his eyes
ustomed to the familiar ce, he let out his spiritual sense to search the area.
"Humph. Damn it!" Darren growled as he traced a familiar aura from the dungeon of the imperial
pce. Without any dy, he ran down and entered the cell, his weapons ready for an attack.
Boom!
The imperial pce tempestuously shook when the dungeon was punched through with Darren''s
intent. He was determined to make a dramatic entrance and surprise whoever it was that was causing
trouble.
Crashing and rumbling the walls of the dungeon down, Darrennded with an overpowering aura.
Towers of dust soon rose, covered and dispersed throughout the ce. Scores of martial artists in the
Spirit Realm looked at him in terror, too frightened to move. Some of them attempted to run away and
escape but decided to stay and not move an inch, lest they faced Darren''s wrath as a punishment.
Not minding the group of martial artists surrounding him, Darren directly went inside and rushed to a
fetid pool filled with ck water. The guard of the Martial Skill Library was tied up there, and his feet
were dipped in the ck water.
Seeing the guard''s face all twisted and stretched in bearing the pain, Darren flew over and saved the
guard of the Martial Skill Library from the toxic water. The moment he untied and lifted him, he caught
sight of the rotten legs, skins, and some flesh were dangling down from the bones. Darren got enraged
with an impulse to destroy the imperial pce with just one blow.
"You merciless scums! Tell me! Who ordered you to torture him?" vexed and enraged, Darren bellowed
in a cold voice while eyeing the soldiers who had been paralyzed with fear.
"We don''t know," one of the soldiers shouted back in response with a quivering sound.
Whew! St!
A sword shed as a knee-jerk reaction, and soon the soldier''s head fell to the ground followed by his
body. Blood spurted out from his severed neck.
"Sir, please spare us! Sir, please spare us," the rest of the soldiers begged mercy from Darren after
witnessing such grotesque punishment.
"Tell me who is responsible for this?!" screamed Darren. This time he was demanding straight forward
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answers.
"The emperor ordered us to do that," one of the soldiers confessed under Darren''s deterrence. Deep
inside, he prayed that the warrior would be so patient and spare him his life by not doing anything out
of his impulse.
"Humph!" learning that it was the emperor who made the orders, Darren sneered. Then turning his
eyes away from the horror-struck soldiers, he carried with him the guard of the Martial Skill Library and
flew to the imperial pce.
Before long, Darren broke into the imperial pce and roared, "I will collect your head in three days.
Make the final arrangements in advance!"
Inside the imperial pce, the tranquility and serenity of the ce were disturbed by Darren''s raging
threat. Servants, soldiers and officers all were frightened out of their wits.
A middle-aged man wearing a dragon robe went pale. Sensing the overpowering aura, he almost fell
from his throne and copsed on the ground.
Such strong power from such a valiant warrior as Darren had taken him back just now. As a warrior at
the top level of the ninth stage of the Mysterious Realm, he had no defense against Darren.
Besides, his elder left with a few strong warriors and hadn''t returned yet. Left in charge while the elder
was away, the emperor had predicted the dreadful consequence that his elder might have already died
and would note back.
"Come in!" the middle-aged man shouted. Then several guards at the Mysterious Realm flew over to
stand beside him. The warriors were so vignt in case Darren would let out any unexpected and
unsolicited attack. He was at the rage and was on the verge of vexing out his frustration at the moment.
Bang!
The middle-aged man beat them and roared, "Where were you just now? What should I do? What
should I do?"
"As the emperor of Doriath, how could you be so panic-stricken?" asked a figure that had just arrived at
the pce.
Strange scurried voices came as few figures walked into the hall at the moment.
The middle-aged man was shocked, for he sensed that the momentum of the men approaching wasn''t
weaker than that of Darren.
"Here is the Holy Lord. Go down on your knees!" an old man shouted as he announced the entrance of
the Holy Lord.