Chapter Waiting For The Troops

Upon recovering, Darren immediately stood up and walked towards Finley.

"You did a good job this time. You didn't hold back," he said, smiling. He patted Finley on the shoulder.

The other man couldn't help but puff out his chest a bit, preening under the praise. "You were awesome, too. You deserve a bit of the credit."

"Damn! So he's bragging now, isn't he? I think you deserve to be beaten up."

Darren and Weber immediately rushed towards Finley and began hitting him.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I surrender," Finley pleaded. He held his arms over his head to protect himself from each blow.

"Humph! Stop!" Lindsay pulled Weber and Darren away from the poor man.

"You're lucky that this woman pities you. I'll spare you this time," Weber said. He felt quite satisfied after beating Finley up. It was nice not to be bullied this time.

Lindsay grimaced at Finley's swollen face. "You're ugly. I don't want you anymore," she said.

"Aw, come on, Lindsay. Don't do this to me. I finally proved my use. Why couldn't I be proud about it for once? Why do you guys have to bully me like this?" The crowd burst into laughter at his whines.

"Fine. We'll stop for now," Darren conceded. Then he sighed, "Remember how we used to do this to the Water Kylin? I wonder how he is now."

Finley's heart sank upon hearing Darren's words. He could recall clearly how the Water Kylin used to act cool and tough; he and Darren would always beat him up for it. Years had already passed since they last saw him. Just thinking about the old days made the two men feel sad.

"Finley, are you the controller now?"

someone suddenly asked, breaking the silence.

It snapped the two out of their own musings, reminding them that there were more important things to think about. They needed to think of a way to save those powerful warriors from danger.

"Sort of. I'm the sole controller left since I inherited half of the force of control. However, my ability is limited," Finley replied.

"Then, are you confident that you can deal with the Evil Deity now?" Darren asked.

Finley shook his head. "That guy is too powerful. I guess only masters like Lord Starry Sword can deal with him. I can't at the moment."

His answer disappointed Darren.

This time, he was careless. Finley could have dealt with the Evil Deity if only he was able to completely control the relic. But since

dragon ancestor.

"Don't be too surprised about it. That guy has the same appearance as Lord Feng. It could only mean that he has some powerful background as well," the golden dragon said as soon as he transformed into a figure of a well-built man.

"Indeed, he is Lord Feng's avatar," Darren nodded.

"No wonder. Well, it doesn't matter who he is. As long as he's the controller now, everything will be fine." The dragon ancestor nodded his head sagely.

"Let's go save my master's wife now, Darren!" Now that he was free once more, the golden dragon could feel the hatred burning brightly inside his heart.

"There's no rush, sir. With our strength alone, we can't defeat the Evil Deity," Darren persuaded.

"How can I not be anxious? We still have to fight him regardless of the outcome!"

Then, from out of nowhere, a fist flew towards his face.

The dragon ancestor had hit him! "You've been living for so long, and yet you're still this stupid. Are you that obsessed with death?"

"I'm sorry, Uncle." The golden dragon ducked his head down like a scolded child.

"Don't worry, sir. Your master's wife is also my family, so I'll definitely do everything I can to save her. Please calm down. We just have to wait for Finley's troops for now," Darren said comfortingly.

Upon hearing this, the golden dragon's eyes lit up as if he finally understood something.

"Well, turtle, thanks to you, we are still alive. You deserve some credit, so thank you."

"Thank you, turtle."

"Thank you, sir."

Darren then bowed down to the turtle, while the others followed suit.