CHAPTER 982 CHOOSE TO ESCAPE

Yahya was not the only one who was frightened. Yusuf and Darren were terrified as well.

A young man stood before them. His long hair flew with the gentle breeze. What astounded everyone

was the black symbol engraved on the left side of his face. The symbol was like a living creature. One

glance and people felt as though they were falling into an abyss.

His frosty aura almost forced Yahya to his knees.

"Who... Who are you?" Yahya's voice trembled as he asked.

Darren had sensed the young man's arrival long before his appearance before them. He also knew of

the young man's overwhelming power, which was why Darren used the young man to frighten Yahya.

Besides, Darren had already guessed the man's identity. He was most likely the ancestor of the Dark

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Perhaps he sensed the death of his tribe members, which was what forced him to appear. The timing of

his arrival brought mixed blessings for Darren—it was not good, nor was it a bad thing either.

If the Dark Tribe's ancestor hadn't come, Yahya would have killed Darren. However, now Yahya

wouldn't be able to execute him. Since he had also murdered people from the Dark Tribe, Yahya would

be too busy defending against the young man's wrath.

The man was as cold as an iceberg, which made everyone flinch.

"How dare you kill my people?" the young man asked. His voice was laced with killing intent.

Yahya trembled with fear. He had never before felt such tremendous power.

"Master, he is too powerful. What should I do?" Yahya asked.

"Run away," replied his master.

"What? Who is he? Why can't you deal with him?" Yahya was shocked.

"I can deal with him. He is simply not worth it. I will have to sacrifice a lot to kill him. After all, I'm just a

broken soul, but he's a holy emperor of the world."

The god's soul had the power to defeat or even kill this person, but the action would cause significant

damage to him. As the recovery time would be long, it would ruin his plans. And so, the fight was not

worth it.

"Holy emperor? If he is a holy emperor, how can I escape?" Yahya knew that a holy emperor's speed

was beyond anything he had ever seen. How could he possibly escape from this holy emperor?

He also understood that if he fled, he would have to abandon his plans to kill Darren.

"I will use my god's power to help you. Get ready to run."

"All right." Although he was unhappy with the thought that Darren's life would be spared, Yahya

reluctantly accepted his master's help as he valued his life more.

"Sir, this guy killed your people. This situation has nothing to do with me." Before he escaped, Yahya

framed Darren. It was best if the powerful man killed Darren.

The young man's eyes swept over Darren.

"Die," he uttered coldly.

"Sir, don't listen to him. I believe that you can sense my realm. You would know that he is lying because

I don't have the strength to kill your people!" Darren explained hurriedly.

"You can't, but he can," the young man said as he pointed at Yusuf, who stood beside Darren.

"Ha-ha!" Yusuf's face turned deathly pale. Then, he sneered. "Talon Heng, you bastard. I killed your

son. If you have the guts, try to get your revenge. Ha-ha."

After he finished, he turned to Yahya and said, "Yahya, thank you for your assistance earlier. If you

hadn't helped me with your power, I wouldn't have been able to kill Hayden. I have no regrets now.

Since you aided me earlier, I will help you to block him. You'd better run away as soon as possible."

Yahya's face darkened with anger.

"You're lying! You and that brat worked together to kill the members of the Dark Tribe. Why are you

setting me up? What a dirty trick!" he roared as anger coursed through him.

Simultaneously, Yahya used his spiritual sense to communicate with his master. "Master, I'm so scared.

Are you ready? Please take me away."

"Don't worry. I need a little more time as I have to activate my hidden god's power to help you escape."

Yahya almost fainted when he heard his master's reply. The holy emperor in front of him emanated

such intense aura that he found it unbearable. He didn't want to stay there for even a second longer,

especially since Yusuf was trying to frame him.

"Yahya, I didn't expect you to be such a despicable person. At this critical moment, you want to hold me

solely responsible for the murder? You are so cunning. I want to kill you with my bare hands!" Yusuf

shouted as he glared at Yahya.

At this point, Darren interjected, "Patriarch Yusuf, can't you see that he tricked you? Yahya used you to

gather the Dark Force of the dead members of the Dark Tribe. Didn't you notice that his little tripod

absorbed the Dark Force of the corpses?"

The more Darren explained what Yahya had done, the more Yahya wanted to cry. He was certain that

Talon Heng, the ancestor of the Dark Tribe, would vent his anger on him!

By this time, Talon Heng's aura had grown more threatening.

"Hand it over," he ordered.

"Sir, hand what over? I don't understand." Yahya pretended to be baffled.

Whoosh!

A strange force rippled through the air and then flew into Yahya's arms. In an instant, a small ancient

tripod flew out.

When the tripod fell into Talon Heng's hand, his eyes darkened. The fury reflected in his gaze was so

intense that everyone shuddered. Even the clouds in the sky began to surge as though a terrifying

storm was about to unleash its destructive force.

When he checked the tripod, he found a large amount of Dark Force in it, including his son's aura!

"Argh!"

Until now, the holy emperor only felt fury at the death of his tribe members. After sensing his son's aura

in the tripod, he was overwhelmed with grief as well.

"Die!"

Boom!

A horrible crack appeared in the air and headed for Yahya.

"Master, please help me..." he cried out.

"How dare you?"

Talon Heng paused when a cold, unfamiliar voice echoed over the storm. The space crack changed

direction unexpectedly, and it did not fall on Yahya.

Talon frowned at this astonishing result.

He sensed that the cold voice had the power of a super emperor. How powerful could that person be?

"You're from outer space! Show yourself!"

As he was a holy emperor, Talon was filled with pride. How could he be afraid of someone from outer

space?

The god's soul remained silent and did not form a phantom like the last time.

"Yahya, everything is ready. You should relax your soul," Yahya's master instructed.

"Yes, please hurry up, master." Yahya was so terrified that death would claim him, that he almost cried.

"Nobody, I'll kill you when I recover,"

the god's soul threatened Talon as Yahya's figure faded.

"Argh!"

Talon realized that Yahya was about to escape. He reached out with his hand, and it broke the space.

His arm traveled through the broken space. In an instant, it went through tens of thousands of

kilometers.

In the distance, Yahya's figure shrouded in golden light was moving at lightning speed.

Suddenly, Yahya was overcome with terror as he felt the palm coming toward him.

"Master, he is coming!"

"Huh! How dare you?" The god's soul let out a cold snort. Earlier, the god's soul had refrained from

attacking the holy emperor as he was afraid of hurting himself and delaying the recovery of his body.

But now, the holy emperor had dared to provoke him. The god's soul's anger flared, and he decided to

teach the holy emperor a lesson.

Whoosh!

A wisp of golden power, like a snake, struck the chasing palm.