Talented Martial Hero

Chapter 1407 Who Do You Think You Are

The bodies of the twelve fierce beasts and the crippled turtle had been shattered. But since the Evil

Deity was afraid of the powerful laws that remained in the hall, he didn't dare to really kill the beasts

guarding it.

After just a period of healing, the twelve fierce beasts and the crippled turtle all recovered.

"At least you still have a little conscience," the crippled turtle said slowly.

"You can speak?" Darren asked.

"Of course! My former master thought that I was too talkative, so he used the law to seal my ability to

speak. But now that I have a new master, I've got that ability back. Oh, it was killing me to be mute all

these years," the crippled turtle replied with a sigh.

"Ha-ha! That's good then," Darren said happily. He then added, "You are really powerful. If it weren't for

your help several times, we would have been dead already."

The crippled turtle raised his head and said proudly, "My strength now is nothing. As I have followed my

master, I have already seen all kinds of powerful figures. And I killed them all."

"You're bluffing, aren't you? If you really have that ability, how did the Evil Deity cripple you?" Weber

said as he looked at the turtle with disdain. 'It's true that you have some strength, and everyone can

see that. But that's all. At most, you can only be compared to the warriors at the middle-level of the

Superior God Realm,' he thought inwardly.

"Little fat boy, believe it. Our boss could kill a million warriors like the Evil Deity in one breath back then.

Even if he is not a remnant soul, our boss could still kill him with a wave of a hand," the black cat

jumped out and said proudly.

"Well, I can brag too. When I was in my mother's womb, I had the strength of a chief god. It only

degenerated now," Weber said smugly.

"Little fat boy, do you want to die? Believe me, I can strike you with my claw and send you to death,"

the black cat threatened fiercely.

"How dare you threaten me, little kitten! Don't forget that the one who controls the relic is my best

friend, Finley. You dare to hurt me? He can kill you in just a minute." Weber crossed his arms across

his chest and shook his legs. He looked quite arrogant.

"Who did you say is your best friend? Little black cat, bite him," Finley came out and said. He then

ordered the twelve beasts to rush over and press Weber on the ground. All kinds of invisible claws

hovered above Weber.

"Help! I was just kidding,"

Weber pleaded, but no one seemed to hear his shout.

"How's it going? Have they arrived?" Darren stepped forward and asked.

"They are already here, but they can't enter the hall. You and the golden dragon better take your men

to find the Evil Deity. The others will stay here. They are relatively safe here," Finley answered.

"Okay," the golden dragon agreed. He was so excited that after so many years, he could finally save

his master's wife.

"Let's go!"

Darren and the golden dragon disappeared from the hall and directly moved to the village.

"Wow, what a spectacular scene!"

As soon as Darren and the golden dragon reached the village, they saw a lot of creatures. Some were

long, and some were short; some were flying while the others were running. There were all kinds of

creatures that they could imagine. More or less, there were three hundred of them.

They were the Archean beasts that survived in the relic. Their real fighting power was quite strong.

"Rawr!"

All of a sudden, a loud roar shook heaven and earth.

Then a giant creature walked over from afar. Its vigorous steps made the earth tremble.

"It's the Archean Demonic Ape!" Darren exclaimed as his eyes lit up.

According to the Primitive Emperor, the Archean Demonic Apes were fierce beasts that only a few

people could afford to provoke in the Archean Age. An adult Archean Demonic Ape could easily kill a

deputy god with just a slap.

As they saw the Archean Demonic Ape approaching, the more than three hundred Archean beasts all

made way for it. Some of them even prostrated as if they were worshiping a king.

"This ape is not bad. It is even stronger than me," the golden dragon commented. He was also shocked

at the aura of the Archean Demonic Ape.

"No way. I think its strength is just the same as yours," Darren countered. He remembered that the

Primitive Emperor had said that this Archean Demonic Ape was still young. And its strength was just

comparable to that of a warrior at the middle-level of the Superior God Realm.

"But once this creature goes all out, its strength is comparable to a warrior at the upper-level of the

Superior God Realm. So it is definitely a little stronger than me," said the golden dragon.

"The stronger, the better then," Darren said with a smile.

When the Archean Demonic Ape was only a few feet away from Darren, it thumped its chest and knelt

down on one knee towards Darren.

"Rawr!" it roared again.

All the Archean beasts bowed and kowtowed to Darren.

"Good! All of you, get up now."

Darren felt so good being worshiped by such a large group of creatures.

"Oh, you've finally appeared. Don't you know that I've suffered a lot these days?"

a man who jumped down from the Archean Demonic Ape's body said. It was Akbar.

"Oh, it's Lord Akbar. Greetings, Lord Akbar!" Darren cupped his hands and bowed his head.

Akbar's face darkened. "What are you saying? We are sworn brothers. Why are you so polite to me?

Was it not real when you agreed to be my sworn brother? A brother for a day is a brother for life. It

hurts me to see you behave so formally in front of me."

"Ha-ha!" Darren couldn't help laughing. He was amused by the stern look on Akbar's face.

"Well, let's get down to business. What about the other warriors at the Superior God Realm? We have

something important to do," said Darren.

"Everyone, what are you waiting for? Come closer and see my sworn brother," Akbar shouted upwards.

Five powerful warriors at the Superior God Realm then all flew down.

"Young man, thank you very much. We are counting on you this time." A cultivator at the Superior God

Realm that Darren didn't know cupped his hands and showed his gratitude towards Darren.

"You are welcome." Darren nodded with a friendly smile.

"Darren, do you still remember me?" an old man in a purple robe then asked with a smile.

Darren turned to look at him and answered, "Of course, sir."

The old man in a purple robe was the master of the Ninth Precipitous Mountain. He had invited Darren

to have tea before.

"Darren, you are so young and promising. No wonder you are the one who has gotten the inheritance

this time. Thank you so much," said an old in a cyan robe. He was Trevor Fang, known as the bandit

chief

Darren just nodded at him and turned to look at the man in golden patterns. "Hello, Tussle Fighting

God."

The man was the God of War of the first generation of the Tussle Region. He was next to the head of

the region in terms of strength. He was known for being very arrogant.

"Why don't you greet my brother back?" Akbar snorted coldly as he squinted at the Tussle Fighting Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

God.

But the Tussle Fighting God only straightened his back and totally ignored Darren and Akbar.

"Boy, you seem to be very arrogant," the golden dragon murmured as he looked at the Tussle Fighting

God with a frown.

"Who are you? Have we ever met before? How dare you say that I am arrogant! You must be courting

trouble," shouted the Tussle Fighting God coldly.

"Did you see that, Darren? That guy is so arrogant. He even hit me when I was trapped. You have to

help me get even with him," Akbar complained to Darren.

He thought that Darren was the one who controlled the relic, so dealing with the Tussle Fighting God

would be a piece of cake to Darren.

"Let's settle that issue after Finley saves the other warriors. Our priority, for now, is to save the people."

Darren also didn't like the Tussle Fighting God, but he didn't have time to deal with him now. He

needed to settle everything first. After that, he could already pay attention to the Tussle Fighting God.

"Little guy, did you just say that you would settle me?" The Tussle Fighting God narrowed his eyes and

glanced at Darren coldly. "How arrogant you are! You really want to help Akbar get even with me, huh?"

Darren's face turned cold too. "I didn't know that aside from being arrogant, you are also stubborn. Yes,

I said that I would settle the issue with you later. But don't worry. I didn't intend to hurt you. I might even

hold a banquet to let everyone forget each other's past grievances. Don't think evil of me."

"You'd better forget it. Who do you think you are to hold a banquet? And what makes you think that you

have the right to do it?" The Tussle Fighting God raised his eyebrows. His face was filled with disdain.