CHAPTER 880 THE BLACK-ARMORED MAN'S PAST (PART ONE)

After Darren had separated the connection between the dark-spirit crystals and the corpses of the two

ancient warriors, the turbulence in the Space Ring steadily calmed down. However, he still released his

spiritual sense now and then to check on it. In time he found that the resentful aura in it was growing

rather than dwindling.

Confident that the ominous aura could do him no harm, Darren did not give it much heed. Instead, with

a mind at ease, he continued with his cultivation.

Seven days later, the man in black armor returned.

"When are we leaving?" he asked as soon as he set eyes on Darren. His gait and manner were

unsteady; he looked weary and tormented by thoughts. The plan of their escape had been growing in

his mind, and he could not banish his sheer excitement at the vision of freedom, nor his fear at the

consequences of betraying his master.

Darren, on the other hand, seemed relaxed and indifferent, sitting cross-legged on the ground. "What

are you in such a hurry for? You've already endured waiting for so many years. A little bit more won't do

us much harm."

A trace of resentment came over the man's face. He turned his gaze into the hollow distance and This material belongs to .

grunted, "I've been tolerating my master's oppression for so many years because I found no way of

escape. But now, finally, I have hope. A man will always find it hard to go on waiting when his dream

waves at him."

Darren smiled, but said nothing.

After a moment, the man came and sat down next to Darren. In a slow and heavy tone that did not

sound much like him, he began, "Darren, you must not lie to me. I had a very hard time in my past life

and ended up with a miserable death. I deem it a blessing that I have had the chance to live again,

although so far I have had nothing but servitude. I crave freedom. I want it so badly that I cannot

restrain myself from striving for it. I don't want to waste this life without relishing the taste of serenity,

without ever fulfilling my dream. So please, no matter what else happens, do not ever try to deceive

me."

Darren was stunned when he heard this.

This gruff, fearsome warrior had been so headstrong and unyielding when they had first met. Now, he

was showing a different side that Darren had not known even existed.

"What did you experience in your previous life?" he asked, still just a bit skeptical. After all, this man

was a four-tribulation junior holy warrior. He would have defeated most of his enemies, and few would

have dared to confront him. How could he possibly have been forced to suffer badly in his previous

life?

The man shook his head and sighed, recalling his past.

As unhappy memories came pouring back into his thoughts, he shuddered with agony and wrath. "I

was deceived by a woman," he said, thus beginning his tale.

He explained that in his previous life, he had grown up with a girl called Shirley.

Since both of them had been very highly talented in the martial arts, they had always practiced together

and joined the same sect when they grew up. Naturally, after so many years of being together, they had

established a very close and intimate relationship.

It had all seemed to the black-armored man that they were meant to be together forever, until a sudden

discovery shook his faith and threw him into bottomless despair. It was after he had survived the fourth

tribulation that he uncovered the treason of the girl he loved.

To his utter disappointment and fury, the girl had been keeping a discourteous relationship with another

man called Sun Hua, and this had gone on for hundreds of years without his knowing. That wasn't even

the worst of the story, though. The man called Sun Hua taught her an evil and forbidden technique

which could be used to steal the power of tribulation holy warriors. After the black-armored man had

become a four-tribulation junior holy warrior, Shirley began to use this technique on him.

In only a few months, she had already leeched away most of the tribulation power of the black-armored

man without him knowing it. And what was more pathetic, she continued to wear the guise of a sweet

and caring girlfriend. Such a vile and deceptive skill was not something the black-armored man had

ever expected to come across, least of all from someone he trusted.

"Darren," he asked, "do you know how painful it is to be cheated by the one you care the most?

And pain is one thing, but humiliation is another. I cannot forget the day that tore apart my soul, when

all of their plotting and conspiracy came out at last. She returned after vanishing for a few days, and

with her was that adulterer. They contrived things so that I would come across them as they were

making love!

Only then, when I was furious enough to kill that dreadful couple right then and there, I suddenly

became aware that my strength had dwindled and my skill had waned, like snow melting under the

shining sun. At that time, there was nothing that I could do except hope to escape such a loathsome

sight. Really, if ever there was a hole that I could fit into, I would have long bored into it, no matter what

beast may dwell there.

However, I'd only made it a few paces when the adulterer seized me. They held me prisoner. What was

worse, they shackled me before them and made me watch their happy performance against my own

will. At that moment, the pain of my soul was even deeper than that of the soul attack."

The man stopped and began to sob—not loudly, but nevertheless it interrupted his narrative for some

minutes.

At last, gnashing his teeth, he made himself go on. "For three whole years, they confined me like an

animal. Practically every day, they would torture me and make me watch when they made love. Gah,

so many sights and sounds—to this day, the things I remember feel worse than death.

But as time went by, the recurrent torment numbed my heart and my soul. I could no longer feel any

pain. I became like a statue without soul and without hope. When they found that they could no longer

afflict me with their dirty shows and get excitement out of my pain, they snatched what little was left of

my power and slew me. And that, sir, was the end of my miserable previous life."