CHAPTER 362 LIKE A GOD (PART TWO)

After saying these words, Darren made sure that his uncle was concealed in a safe place, then he

rushed straight into the massive gates of the Chu Clan, ignoring Reed's protest.

Finally, giving up on changing Darren's mind, Reed just kept his silence as he watched his nephew fly

towards the gates. After Darren left, he fell on the ground as if the last of his body's strength had left

him. He started wailing, thinking that the only descendant of his clan who could have lived would also

be dead shortly.

"Who's that? How dare you get in here!

Leave now, or you will be dead!"

As soon as Darren got in, an angry martial artist clad in armor walked straight towards him. The man

bellowed a warning at him with a spectral voice.

Seeing him approach and the rest of the soldiers behind him starting to move forward as well, Darren

just ignored them all. He kept walking further inside as if he hadn't heard anything of the man's

warnings. His spiritual sense guided him, and his weapons were ready at bay.

Being ignored as if they were invisible, the soldiers just got even angrier. They charged towards Darren

with spears in their hands.

Clash! Clash! Clash!

The spears all burst into dust three inches away from Darren's face. Yet, after a few blinks, the soldiers

all fell back, scampered on the ground with blood oozing from their mouths. Without the soldiers'

knowledge, Darren let out a powerful spell. However, Darren didn't even release his aura yet, and if he

had released his aura, the soldiers would have all burst out dead in the blink of an eye. This belongs to - ©.

"What!

We are all at the sixth stage of the Spirit Realm, and we can't even get near him?" exclaimed a bloody

soldier.

The severely injured soldiers were all shocked at what happened. They had never encountered

something like this before. The young man might be stronger than the warriors in the Mysterious

Realm.

"Is he at the top level of the Mysterious Realm?" seeing the commotion from afar, a small leader asked,

hiding from Darren's view.

"Go get Mr. Elias Chen of the local government!" Giving the instructions to the soldier beside him, the

leader tossed a token, and the soldier quickly left.

"Mr. Chen is the best invited guardian of Valmar. Not only that, but he is also at the ninth stage of the

Mysterious Realm. You will be dead, young man!" With that, the leader ordered the rest of the soldiers

to keep their eyes on Darren. He warned them to maintain a safe distance away from him at the same

time.

Annoyed this time, Darren had no plans of wasting his time killing these small soldiers that blocked his

way. He wanted to know who was responsible for all the torment to his clan, right then and there!

The moment he got in the main yard, what was laid before his very eyes surprised him. All the buildings

that were once there were now destroyed, including the small hut he had lived in before. This place

was now turned into a workstation, a large area for forging weapons. Countless men and women, girls

and boys, dressed in ragged clothes, were busy working with shackles around their ankles. All of them

were forging weapons of all kinds, spears, swords, knives, and other variety of blades.

Slap!

"Work hard! You stupid slaves!" a soldier shouted at a young man and threatened him with his whip.

Some of the soldiers were watching the slaves working, whipping them from time to time. Most of the

slaves had severe wounds on their bodies—angry red and swollen, and some were even rotten.

Clearly, the injuries were not treated.

"Mom, why are we, slaves? Why are we born to suffer?" A girl around the age of four asked her mother

with tears in her eyes. She was also working, moving weapons around despite her young age.

Hearing her child's question, there formed a big lump in the mother's throat. She couldn't answer the

question because she didn't know why in the first place they were treated that way. The mother just

kept crying silently.

"Damn it! Don't be lazy, young miss! Or I will hurt you badly!" a drunk-looking soldier shouted in an

angry voice, walking towards that young girl. He was raising his whip and was about to give the

innocent child a blow.

"Stop!"

The loud, chilling sound made the soldier stop in his tracks. The warning grabbed everyone's attention,

and all eyes were on the handsome young man, which was Darren.

"Huh?" Before the soldier could walk any further, the arm that was holding the whip fell to the ground

with an eerie thud.

"Ahhhh! My arm! My arm!" he shouted in a tender voice, even making the ones who had been working

turn to look at him.

"That... That's..."

Two older men nearby who were forging weapons were too stunned to finish what they were about to

say.

With their attention to the soldier and Darren, many middle-aged men whose eyes reddened in awe,

were terrified when they saw what had happened.

"Go! Go away! Get the hell out of here!" A gaunt and shabby older man with grey hair shouted to

Darren with tears streaming down his hollow cheeks.

"Chief Elder..." With a surprised tone, Darren mumbled. He could barely recognize the once energetic

and robust elder.

"Darren, you fool! Why did you come back? You have to go now!" All the middle-aged men that knew

him also got worried. They all gave him a warning.

"What? He's that Darren? Ha! You finally came back for your death after all these years!

Come on, guys! Get him! Whoever catches him gets the reward!"

At the mention of Darren's name, the soldiers charged towards him with the reward on their minds.

But to everyone's surprise, they were only able to run a few steps before their bodies burst into a

bloody mist. They died even before they had a chance to get their weapons to attack Darren.

"What the hell?"

All eyes were on Darren this time. Mesmerized and awestruck, they looked at him as if he was a god

who could make everyone feel feared and hopeful at the same time.