Chapter 1385 Take Them Away

"Brother, do you know where Mother is? I miss her so much," the little straw girl sniffed as she asked. It was evident that she was overwhelmed by sadness when she thought of their mother.

"I don't know."

"Humph! You know, but you won't tell me," the little straw girl grumbled. After a moment's pause, she asked, "Do you think we cannot see her?"

The straw man remained silent. His eyes were cold and emotionless as he gazed into the distance.

"Bro, is there something that I can do for you?" Darren could tell that the straw man who had followed him knew something.

"My name is Wind, and my younger sister's name is Rain. Don't call me bro. I don't like it," Wind remarked flatly.

"Well. Wind, what happened to your mother?" Darren nodded and asked.

"You can leave now. I don't know my mother's whereabouts. Besides, it's none of your business," Wind replied in a dull and cold voice.

"Uh... Okay." Since Wind didn't feel like speaking, Darren dropped the idea of asking more questions. After all, he was just curious, and this matter didn't concern him.

"Then, I'll see you later," he said.

Darren collected the colorful flag with one hand and lifted Sewell's head in the other before setting out for the battlefield where Finley and the others were.

The battle was still raging when he arrived.

The two sides had suffered tremendous losses. When Darren glanced around, he noticed that there were only six cultivators left in Sewell's team. Over twenty cultivators had been killed on Eallard's side.

"Kneel and surrender!"

Darren stopped midair and roared.

His voice echoed like thunder. It was so loud that everyone could hear him over the noise of the battle. Shocked, both sides stopped fighting and looked in his direction.

"It's Darren! He is back. Finally!"

"What's in his hand?"

"Ah, it's Sewell's head!"

The cultivators in Eallard's team were overjoyed to see Darren holding Sewell's head. The warriors who followed Sewell gasped, and their faces turned pale.

With mouths agape, they peered at the object in Darren's hand. Sewell had lost? It was such a shocking incident that they could hardly believe it. How could a middle-level Celestial God Realm like Sewell lose?

They couldn't accept it, but when they saw the colorful flag in Darren's hand, despair coursed through them.

"You! You killed Sewell!"

"How could it be possible? How could he die?"

"Don't be frightened, everyone. This guy must have used some trick to kill Sewell. He doesn't have the fighting power to defend against us all. Let's kill him together!"

The six men didn't surrender as Darren had expected. On the contrary, they believed they could kill him,

ators speechless.

Excusable? What did he mean?

Why would he be so forgiving toward them? Why did these six cultivators deserve such a privilege?

Dozens of human talents had died at their hands. How could he claim that their offense was excusable? What kind of logic was this?

"Sir, perhaps their misdeeds are excusable to you, but not us. They must die today,"

Darren said calmly.

He had no reason to be compassionate. After all, once Darren returned to the battlefield after his fight with Sewell at the straw men's base camp, these six cultivators tried to overpower him. The only reason they failed was that his cultivation level had improved. Had that not been the case, they would have slaughtered him. This he was certain about.

What was more, these people had killed many of their companions and even threatened Finley and the others. How could they be spared now?

Moreover, they had provoked and framed Darren repeatedly. If Darren didn't get rid of such villains, it would be foolish on his behalf!

How could the cyan-robed middle-aged man believe that Darren would accept his rationale and be lenient just because he thought so?

"Young man, don't overestimate yourself. Be careful, and don't stir the pot. Give them to me," the man in cyan robe growled, and his face darkened.

He was aware of his limitations. He could appear in front of Darren in the form of a shadow because of the joint efforts of the big shots. As he had no fighting power, he could not take these six disciples away forcefully. So when Darren refused to comply, his only option was to intimidate him.

"Sir, you don't have to say anything else. I won't let them go no matter what you say,"

Darren refused firmly.

"You! How dare you?" the middle-aged man in the cyan robe thundered.