CHAPTER 610 ANOTHER SHAMELESS COWARD

Darren and Isaac flew side-by-side till they reached a city.

"Is this Tiger City?"

"Yes, this city has existed before my closed-door cultivation," Isaac said before he turned to look at the

buildings below him

"Zang Clan members, come out!" Isaac roared. His voice was so powerful that the whole city trembled

with fear. Many people shivered as they looked up at the sky.

Several middle-aged men rushed out of Tiger City's Governor's Office.

"Who the hell are you? How dare you act like this in Tiger City?"

These people seemed to be subordinates of the dead Governor, Johnson.

Isaac and Darren probed the people and found that they were at the level of six-star grand warriors.

"I killed Johnson. Now, I want to speak with his son. Bring him here, or you'll die," shouted Darren.

The rumbling sound shocked the people who were flying toward them. Astounded, they did not dare to

go forward.

"Wow, his energy is so strong! Go and inform the uncles." With anxious expressions, they instructed

another member to apprise the other members of the Thousand Souls Tribe.

"Isaac, should we stop them?" Darren asked when he sensed that someone had flown out of the city.

"No need. I'm not here to make trouble for Tiger City. I'm here for the Thousand Souls Tribe. So, for

now, we will let them inform the tribe. Otherwise, I won't be able to intimidate the tribe."

After Darren heard what he said, he understood Isaac's strategy. Killing some members from Tiger

City's Governor's Office would be counterproductive.

If Isaac wanted to avoid trouble in the future, he needed to intimidate and deter the powerful members

of the Thousand Souls Tribe.

After an hour's wait, an old man finally flew toward them.

"Who are you? Why do you bear a grudge against the members of the Zang Clan?"

The old man in a black robe asked when he saw Darren and Isaac.

"Are you the one to speak for the Zang Clan?

You want me to answer your questions even though you know that Johnson Zang has killed thousands

of disciples of our tribes?"

Isaac asked coldly.

"Shut up! How dare you kill him? Johnson is the direct descendant of the Thousand Souls Tribe. If you

dare to act recklessly here, I will kill you on the spot," the old man shouted.

"Are you denying the crime he has committed?" Isaac's face turned cold.

"Who do you think you are? Even if he killed your people, what can you do? Think twice about your

abilities before you make trouble!"

"Well, you can go to hell now." Darren smiled as he prepared to fight.

"We're not in a hurry. Let's wait for the stronger members of the tribe." Isaac stopped Darren.

Then, he raised a finger and an outrageously powerful sword intent was directed at the old man. Before

he could react, the sword intent impaled his thigh.

"Oh my God!" Terror coursed through the old man.

He was a seven-star grand warrior. How could he be so easily wounded?

Moreover, the horrible sword intent terrified him. This man was too powerful.

Whoosh!

The old man flew away as fast as he could.

Darren and Isaac didn't stop him, as they were waiting for the stronger members of the Thousand

Souls Tribe to come.

"Isaac, let's go to the Governor's Office and capture the chief culprit first," Darren suggested when he

got bored of waiting.

"Okay, let's go down."

In a flash, Isaac and Darren arrived at the gate of the Governor's Office.

Immediately, some people rushed out to stop them.

"Leave, or you'll die,"

Darren shouted. Hearing his roar, the approaching people stopped in their tracks.

"Mother, what should I do? Someone wants to kill me. Please help me!"

A young man crouched in the corner of the house. He seemed to be begging a woman for advice.

"You, useless coward. You caused your father's death. How many more people do you want to harm?"

The woman cried out.

"Blame the lowly commoners! They didn't give me what I coveted. On the contrary, they hit me! They

deserved to die!"

"You!" The woman was so exasperated that she stamped her foot. She sighed before speaking, "You'd

better hide. You'll be safe when your great-grandpa arrives."

"Okay, Mother, please help me!" The young man huddled under the bed.

Bang!

The door of the house broke.

Two figures appeared.

"Show yourself, now!" Darren shouted.

The young man was so scared that he almost fainted. Seeing that he wasn't coming out, Darren

released a sword intent and directed it at the big bed. When the attack smashed the bed, the young

man rolled out.

"I'm sorry! Please don't kill me!" the young man whimpered.

"Don't kill my son!" Terrified as the woman was, she stepped in front of the young man to protect him

from being hurt.

"Please don't kill me! My mother asked me to attack. She took a fancy to the tribe's treasures and sent

me to collect them. This isn't my fault!" As soon as the young man finished speaking, the woman's face

turned pale.

"Mother, please tell them. This has nothing to do with me. You asked me to do so." The young man

kicked her from behind.

"Yes." The woman's eyes were filled with tears. She could not speak after hearing what her son had

said.

"Sir, she did this! She just admitted to her crime!"

The young man crawled to Darren and Isaac and kowtowed.

Seeing the young man's behavior, Darren felt a needle prick his heart. He didn't know how any person

could be as heartless as the animal in front of him.

He used his mother as a scapegoat!

"I only intended to punish you for your actions. But, I didn't expect you to be such an animal. I will kill

you in place of your mother." Darren's voice was cold.

"No, he is right. I did this. He has nothing to do with the attack. You can kill me if you want." The woman

sobbed as she fell to her knees.

To make his lies more believable, the young man jumped to his feet and slapped the woman across her

face.

"It's all your fault. You've always been evil. Now, you've killed my father. Do you want me to die, too?

You'd better confess to your crime and kill yourself in front of these heroes," the young man said

viciously.

"Fuck you!"

Darren couldn't stand it anymore. He released a sword intent that cut off the young man's legs.

Bang!

Then Darren kicked him with one-thousandth of his strength. He was not inclined to allow the young

man a quick and painless death.

"Ahhhhh!"

The young man fell in a pool of his blood, tumbled about, and shouted.

"Sir...sir, please believe me. This bitch coerced me to attack!"

Even after Darren punished him, the man continued to blame his mother.

Isaac, who was standing next to Darren, was fuming with rage. Blue veins stood out on his forehead. This material belongs to .

With a quick movement of his finger, a sword intent slit the young man's meridians. Isaac was so

furious that he wanted to torture him.

However, the pain Isaac inflicted on the young man was not enough for Darren.

He immediately launched a spiritual attack. In a flash, a spiritual arrow penetrated the young man's

brain.

The young man trembled with pain and had no strength to speak. The agony coursing through him

made him think that it would be better if they just killed him.

Seeing this, the woman fell to the ground and sobbed.

"It's your misfortune to have such a son. Don't feel sorry for him. He deserves it," Darren said before

taking to the sky with Isaac.

"Mother, help... help me."

The young man glared at the woman with bloodshot eyes. His meridians and soul ached all over.

"This is all my fault. I shouldn't have spoiled you. I deserve to die," the lady said weakly.

"Bitch...bitch, hurry up. Save me..."

Swoosh, swoosh.

Silence filled the room as the young man's head rolled on the ground. His mother had cut it off with a

sword.