The legendary warrior

Chapter 262 The Overbearing Eight Forces

"But before we head into the valley, we need to deal with something first,"

Zarlyk said as his voice became cold and his face grew dark. A killing intent was emerging from his eyes. Immediately, the chilling aura belonging to a warrior at the ninth grade of Bone Reinforcement filled their surroundings.

Then he glanced with intensity over the direction where the warriors were hiding. It should've been obvious that the man's impeccable strength granted him the ability to sense right from the start that that they were secretly watching him.

"I can see where you are hiding. Come out you weak and useless cowards!" Zarlyk shouted in a loud and chilling voice.

The warriors walked out of their hideouts one after the other. Almost all of them were wearing complex expressions: a mix of awkwardness and fear. They were unwilling to admit that they were cowards. Yet they chose to show up in response to Zarlyk because whether they were hiding or not did not make any difference. Zarlyk had already noticed them and was ready to engage when necessary.

"From now on, only warriors from the Eight Demi-immortal Forces are allowed to appear within one kilometer of this valley. I suggest you leave immediately. Otherwise, I would have to kill you!"

Arrogantly looking at the large group of people, the man claimed confidently with a disdainful look. For him, those warriors did not even deserve to breathe the same air he did. As a demi-immortal, he deeply disregarded the value of their lives.

"No! Why would we leave? That's totally insane! We're not going to leave on your command! This is not the territory of the Arhat Palace! You don't have any right to send us away!" The man's aggressive claim caused a stir among the crowd. They all shouted angrily, simultaneously objecting his unreasonable request. This valley was a public area and anyone had the right to stay here.

The young lady from the Dahlia Palace, on the other hand, remained silent. She looked at the emotional throng, a smile resting on her face. Needlessly to say, she agreed with Zarlyk. Also she did not mean to say or do anything to calm down the furious crowd or convince them to leave.

"What did you just say? Could you repeat them for me, please?"

Those objections did not help them earn their right to stay in the valley. Instead, they irritated the man. His eyes grew darker and his face became tenser. Finally, he discharged his power and targeted it forcefully towards the warriors who screamed to refuse his request to leave the area.

It was by no means a weak force. The warriors who were relatively closer to the man, or those who were weak, were pushed back quite a few steps and had to exert all their strength to steady themselves. Some of them suffered from a tight chest due to the shockwave and almost coughed blood! Without a question, the man's power was extremely overwhelming.

'So this is the strength at the ninth grade, the peak level of Bone Reinforcement? It deserves to be dimmed as the highest level a mortal could ever achieve! So strong and powerful!' Ricky sighed silently; he was also in shock. Obviously, he also felt how strong the man was. Even if he was not the target of the man's attack, he also had to channel his internal strength just to keep himself from being pushed back.

Thanks to Zarlyk's excellent performance in releasing his power to intimidate the protesters, everyone stopped complaining. The area was filled with silence in an instant. They did not realize how much stronger he was than them until now. The man did not launch any direct attack and merely released his aura, yet they were already unable to withstand it. Should they insist staying here, he could probably crush them into pieces when he launched a physical strike.

However, despite the understanding brought by his move, they still felt rather unhappy to leave, especially those relatively stronger warriors from the Middle Region. They came here with a purpose;

they wanted to gain their precious chance in breaking through. But now, the man stood in their way by asking them to leave! It was utterly unbearable!

"So, no one is willing to leave? Humph! You are all bold but quite reckless!" Annoyed by the silence, Zarlyk grew more arrogant. He sneered coldly, "I suggest you run away from here as fast as you can in the next thirty minutes. If by that time you are still within a kilometer from the valley, the eight forces will show you no mercy and would destroy all of you with their own hands. Don't try to challenge us. You know how capable we are. As long as you are still within range, we will find out. If I were you, I would start running now! Go, get the hell out of here!"

"Huh! So this decision was made by the eight forces? But the eight forces don't have the right to decide on this! This place is not your territory! Everyone should be free to come in and out here! Why should we obey your order?"

Zarlyk's dismissive attitude and words irritated some of the warriors. Three warriors at the seventh grade of Bone Reinforcement from the Middle Region roared in rejection of his request.

"Yes! They are right! This place is never the territory of the eight forces! Why would we have to leave?" Immediately, many warriors chimed in. The crowd began to stir again.

"It's like you are all asking for death!" Zarlyk squeezed his words out one by one through gritted teeth, as his voice grew scarier and the muscles on his face twitched. He was on the brink of an all-out rage.

"Ha-ha! These fragile toddlers, let me deal with them!" Right before Zarlyk unleashed his strength, a weird giggle came from afar. Everyone present turned their heads to the source of the voice.

A black shadow from the distance was flying towards them. He moved so quickly that no one could clearly see his face. When he passed in front of them, the only thing they felt was a whirlwind sweeping over. In a few moments, the man had already approached the three warriors at the seventh grade of Bone Reinforcement who just roared at Zarlyk.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The next second, three heavy sounds burst out at the same time. The three guys were knocked into the air and fell on the ground with a blast. They spat blood out onto the ground, mixing with the dust. They were dead before they could even utter a heartrending cry.

Everyone screamed at the sight. "Oh, gosh! What just happened? He killed all of them in with a single blow!" someone cried out, voice trembling with fear.

Shocked, everyone turned to find out who the murderer was. It was an old scrawny man in a black robe. Carrying a dark atmosphere, he looked rather gloomy. Once people looked into his eyes, they would begin to feel as if they were surrounded by endless darkness, isolated, and completely helpless.

A group of fighters also approached from the distance. Clearly, they were with the powerful old man.

'This old guy must be from one of the eight forces. He is trying to intimidate the others by killing the three poor guys who tried to fight back. It seems that it's impossible for us to enter the valley while the eight forces are here, ' Ricky thought in his mind, analyzing the situation carefully.

"Russell, they came from the Nether Palace," Bastian whispered to Ricky in a low voice while his eyes blinked alertly.

Ricky looked into his eyes and nodded to show his acknowledgment. 'The Nether Palace?' he murmured quietly, keeping Bastian's words in mind.

"You guys are right about one thing; this place is not the territory of the eight forces. But we can decide who can stay here while who can't! Our strength speaks for ourselves. And I'm quite certain none of you would stand any chance against us, am I right? If you are unhappy about our decision, come and fight me to prove us wrong! I don't mind killing more people to display my strength. Actually, I kind of

enjoy killing people and watching their blood gush out of their weak bodies!" The old man ran his eyes over his surroundings and stated with a relaxed voice, a smile appearing on his face.

Then he added, "Oh, you know what? Personally, I think you do not deserve to have thirty minutes to run for your lives. I am giving you fifteen minutes! So, if we find you still wandering within one thousand meter from the valley, I will come and take your life. Sending people to the nether world never fails to bring me joy." Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

"Ha-ha! I agree with you! I was being merciful to allow these bastards thirty minutes earlier. Now I've also changed my mind. Fifteen minutes it is!" Zarlyk burst into laughter and took a glance at everyone; his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Everyone was extremely angry at how the two were bullying them. However, they knew they were unable to fight back. No one would dare risk their lives in challenging them after what they had witnessed with the three warriors he killed miserably in the blink of an eye. Their bodies were still lying on the ground, serving as a reminder for them to not act recklessly.

Even if they were unwilling to leave and give up this chance to enter the valley, retreating seemed to be the wise option because they would be too weak to face the eight forces head on. If they retreated, they could at least survive. Otherwise, they could stay and face their miserable fate.

"What should we do?" Tyson asked in a low voice carefully. He did not want to leave. He had no intentions of giving up so easily.

"Let's leave. I don't think we have another option. We can't defeat them, even if we try. They are much too stronger. Any warrior from them could easily crush us on their own. And there are three. I'm sure the other five forces would soon head here too. Think about it, we weren't even able to hide without being noticed," Ricky said in disappointment. Then he and Bastian turned their backs and left.

Tyson cursed angrily before he joined Ricky to retreat.

"Humph! Those weak stupid blind rookies! They just wouldn't leave without being taught a lesson; they were threatened endlessly!" Watching their enemies leave one by one, Zarlyk snorted through his nose coldly again.

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Ricky, Tyson, and Bastian pulled out quickly. It wasn't long before they were a kilometer away from the valley.

"Damn it! So, are we going to give up that easily? The eight forces, those bastards! How could they just assume ownership of that valley! That place was made to be open to everyone! Now, fine! We are kicked out of there and they are going getting their hands on the great chance we wanted for ourselves!" Tyson cursed with a loud voice, not afraid of getting discovered anymore.

"Easy, Tyson! There's nothing we can do about it. In the Chaotic Region, the eight forces dominate the area. They are definitely unparalleled. They can claim whatever they want. No one would dare challenge them except themselves," Bastian comforted.

"Humph! Bastards! When I get to be a demi-immortal, I will definitely kill all of them once and for all!" Tyson blurt out with a merciless voice.

"I'm sure the eight forces must have known what was inside the valley. Otherwise, they would not have put much effort in keeping the other warriors away from it. If they had no clue at all, they would be more than glad to see other people go inside and search the valley, so that they could take advantage of other warriors as they fish for information without having to fight and risk their bodies," Ricky said before he thought for a while, with furrowed brows.

"Yes, you are right! That's exactly what they are doing; taking advantage of others to accomplish their own goals!" Bastian nodded.

"There must be some precious treasures in the valley! I know it! I am sure of it! Damn it! I would only wish that they go insane and crazy enough to start killing one another in order to obtain the treasures. Wish all of them die miserably and burn in hell! For eternity!" Tyson would not stop cursing resentfully. He had no plans of stopping anytime soon.

"Ha-ha!" Ricky and Bastian exchanged looks with each other and burst into laughter upon hearing Tyson's words.

The two guys were also extremely unhappy that they were forced to leave the valley.

"What's so funny, Russell? Are we really going to let the chance go so easily because of the so-called shit of eight forces? Probably a great opportunity - which could enable us to become innate spiritual kings - is waiting for us somewhere in the valley!" Tyson said, breathing deeply to ease his anger.

Both Ricky and Bastian stopped laughing and went silent.

"You are right, Tyson. What about this? You guys keep leaving this area, and I'm going back alone to discreetly watch their next moves. I'll make sure to find whatever secret is hiding in there. Sounds good?" Determined, Ricky announced before he thought carefully for a few moments. Tyson's words alarmed him. He did not want to miss the opportunity.