Chapter 1385 Take Them Away


    "Brother, do you know where Mother is? I miss her so much," the little straw girl sniffed as she asked. It


    was evident that she was overwhelmed by sadness when she thought of their mother.


    "I don''t know."


    "Humph! You know, but you won''t tell me," the little straw girl grumbled. After a moment''s pause, she


    asked, "Do you think we cannot see her?"


    The straw man remained silent. His eyes were cold and emotionless as he gazed into the distance.


    "Bro, is there something that I can do for you?" Darren could tell that the straw man who had followed


    him knew something.


    "My name is Wind, and my younger sister''s name is Rain. Don''t call me bro. I don''t like it," Wind


    remarked tly.


    "Well. Wind, what happened to your mother?" Darren nodded and asked.


    "You can leave now. I don''t know my mother''s whereabouts. Besides, it''s none of your business," Wind


    replied in a dull and cold voice.


    "Uh... Okay." Since Wind didn''t feel like speaking, Darren dropped the idea of asking more questions.


    After all, he was just curious, and this matter didn''t concern him.


    "Then, I''ll see youter," he said.


    Darren collected the colorful g with one hand and lifted Sewell''s head in the other before setting out


    for the battlefield where Finley and the others were.


    The battle was still raging when he arrived.Content held by N?velDrama.Org.


    The two sides had suffered tremendous losses. When Darren nced around, he noticed that there


    were only six cultivators left in Sewell''s team. Over twenty cultivators had been killed on Eard''s side.


    "Kneel and surrender!"


    Darren stopped midair and roared.


    His voice echoed like thunder. It was so loud that everyone could hear him over the noise of the battle.


    Shocked, both sides stopped fighting and looked in his direction.


    "It''s Darren! He is back. Finally!"


    "What''s in his hand?"


    "Ah, it''s Sewell''s head!"


    The cultivators in Eard''s team were overjoyed to see Darren holding Sewell''s head. The warriors who


    followed Sewell gasped, and their faces turned pale.


    With mouths agape, they peered at the object in Darren''s hand. Sewell had lost? It was such a


    shocking incident that they could hardly believe it. How could a middle-level Celestial God Realm like


    Sewell lose?


    They couldn''t ept it, but when they saw the colorful g in Darren''s hand, despair coursed through


    them.


    "You! You killed Sewell!"


    "How could it be possible? How could he die?"


    "Don''t be frightened, everyone. This guy must have used some trick to kill Sewell. He doesn''t have the


    fighting power to defend against us all. Let''s kill him together!"


    The six men didn''t surrender as Darren had expected. On the contrary, they believed they could kill


    him, and thus, took the initiative to attack.


    "Humph, don''t overestimate yourselves,"


    Darren muttered as he remained motionless. Simultaneously, he released a violent sword intent.


    Shoop! Shoop! Shoop!


    The powerful sword intent terrified the six hostile cultivators.


    "Retreat!" someone shouted, but it was toote.


    The sword intent sliced through the cultivators, leaving gaping wounds on their bodies. For some, the


    injuries extended deep into their bones.


    With one move, he had hurt all six of them.


    Even Eard and hispanions were stunned. They hadn''t seen Darren for a while. Why did he look


    like a different person? And when did his sword intent be so strong?


    Meanwhile, Finley and Darren''s other friends couldn''t wait to fly over.


    "Wow, Darren!"


    "Boss, you are so fierce! Six in one move? Have you broken through to the middle-level of the Celestial


    God Realm? Incredible!"


    "Darren, you are so powerful. This is great!"


    They were overjoyed and couldn''t contain their enthusiasm.


    "We''ll talkter. Let''s deal with these despicable people first."


    The cultivators, who had been injured by the sword intent, trembled in midair. As soon as the toxin


    invaded their bones, the unbearable itching began.


    "Spare... Spare my life...Please!"


    "Darren, listen to me... I can exin..."


    The six cultivators rolled over and begged. No matter how hard they tried, the itching feeling wouldn''t


    subside. In a matter of seconds, they had scratched themselves till they were bleeding. And yet, the


    torment didn''t end.


    Eard and the others flew over and looked at them coldly.


    "You scumbags! You killed so many of our friends. How dare you beg for mercy? Fuck off!" Eard


    roared, distressed and disgusted.


    "Kill them! Avenge my junior sister apprentice!"


    "Cut them to pieces! They don''t deserve to live! Come on!"


    All the young talents who had survived were furious and sought revenge.


    "No, I won''t,"


    Darren replied calmly, before instructing the others to quiet down.


    "Why don''t you kill them, Darren? They will hunt us downter!"


    "That''s right, Darren. We should kill them. You can''t be too merciful!"


    Many cultivators were anxious, but Darren''s strength had soared, surpassing everyone else''s. They


    didn''t dare decide without his approval.


    "Ha-ha, you all misunderstood." Darren had never been forgiving toward his enemies as he knew the


    ramifications of letting them live!


    "How many of ourpanions have these scumbags killed? If we end them now, wouldn''t it be a good


    deal for them? They need to be tortured slowly. That''s the price they should pay!" Darren red at the


    six groveling cultivators as he spoke.


    "I see. Right, they deserve prolonged agony! That''s perfect, Darren!"


    "I agree. Good idea, Darren!"


    After having witnessed Darren''s power and strength, everyone automatically respected him.


    "Darren, I''m afraid that we won''t be able to punish them if their masterse. We need to hurry up!"


    Eard reminded. He believed that if the big shots suddenly appeared, they would protect these


    cultivators who followed Sewell.


    "Don''t worry. Even if the ancestor of the human race was here, I wouldn''t show any mercy, and I would


    kill them right in front of the ancestor. Humph!" Darren snorted coldly.


    "Great!"


    However, as soon as he finished speaking, the sky filled with clouds, and the space rippled.


    A shadow in a blue robe fluttered out of the space and gradually condensed.


    "It''s... it''s their master! He''s here!"


    someone remarked. It seemed as though several cultivators recognized him.


    Although this master was not as famous as Lord Starry Sword or Lord Feng, his strength was on par


    with theirs.


    "Master..." someone cried out, "Darren has killed my junior brother. Please get justice for him."


    The middle-aged man in the cyan robe ced his arms behind him and nced at the cultivator


    indifferently.


    "We already know about this. I am here to take away these bastards," exined the middle-aged man


    in the cyan robe.


    "What?"


    "Sir, why would you take them away?"


    "Yes, sir. We can''t spare them. They have gone too far!"


    The crowd appeared anxious as they voiced their questions. Desperation was evident in the expression


    on several of their faces.


    "Don''t speak anymore. These six cultivators were bewitched by the evil creature, Sewell, and made


    mistakes. It''s excusable. I''m going to take them back to punish them."


    The exnation rendered the cultivators speechless.


    Excusable? What did he mean?


    Why would he be so forgiving toward them? Why did these six cultivators deserve such a privilege?


    Dozens of human talents had died at their hands. How could he im that their offense was


    excusable? What kind of logic was this?


    "Sir, perhaps their misdeeds are excusable to you, but not us. They must die today,"


    Darren said calmly.


    He had no reason to bepassionate. After all, once Darren returned to the battlefield after his fight


    with Sewell at the straw men''s base camp, these six cultivators tried to overpower him. The only


    reason they failed was that his cultivation level had improved. Had that not been the case, they would


    have ughtered him. This he was certain about.


    What was more, these people had killed many of theirpanions and even threatened Finley and the


    others. How could they be spared now?


    Moreover, they had provoked and framed Darren repeatedly. If Darren didn''t get rid of such viins, it


    would be foolish on his behalf!


    How could the cyan-robed middle-aged man believe that Darren would ept his rationale and be


    lenient just because he thought so?


    "Young man, don''t overestimate yourself. Be careful, and don''t stir the pot. Give them to me," the man


    in cyan robe growled, and his face darkened.


    He was aware of his limitations. He could appear in front of Darren in the form of a shadow because of


    the joint efforts of the big shots. As he had no fighting power, he could not take these six disciples away


    forcefully. So when Darren refused toply, his only option was to intimidate him.


    "Sir, you don''t have to say anything else. I won''t let them go no matter what you say,"


    Darren refused firmly.


    "You! How dare you?" the middle-aged man in the cyan robe thundered.