Talented Martial Hero

Chapter 91 Rebellion Began (Part One)

Alan walked to Michael's side, and patted his face in a condescending manner.

"Old man, do you feel afraid now? You should be. But you know that, don't you? It doesn't look like

you're an idiot. From this moment on, I am the new head of the Ilmen Sect. All the cultivation resources

of your sect belong to me now. I no longer need your permission," he said, cruelly laughing out loud.

He turned around to face the rest of the people and announced loudly, "Listen up, all of you. Today is a

big day. I'm the new Sect Leader. You have two choices: either you surrender now, or you die.

First of all, I'd like to announce some big news.

The people of the School of Sword Skill will be sentenced to death, so will everyone from the School of

Arrow Skill. The disciples from the rest schools will be slaves to my people from the School of Blade

Skill. Am I making myself clear to you?"

After Alan's declaration, the place became filled with pleas and cries in an instant.

"Oh my gosh. What should I do? I cannot die or be a slave! I still have to take care of my parents," one

said in a panic before breaking out sobbing.

"Elder Alan, please let me go home. I don't plan on joining any of you."

The training ground was thrown into a turmoil.

"Long live our great leader!"

The disciples of the School of Blade Skill exclaimed cheerfully. Now that Alan was taking charge of the

Ilmen Sect, they could do anything they wanted.

In order to show their new power, some of them walked to the crying disciples and beheaded them with

their sabers just because they wanted to.

"You son of a bitch. Our master has just become the new Sect Leader, and you have the audacity to

say that you want to go home? How dare you disrespect him like this? Go to hell!"

In only a few minutes, most, if not all, of the crying disciples had been slaughtered helplessly.

Appalled and terrified at the scene, the other disciples shut up. They thought, 'This is what hell must be

like," and instantly regretted ever coming to the Ilmen Sect.

Michael and the other elders, while indignant and sad, did not even dare to stop them because there

were two Wonder Realm masters there who were on Alan's side. Taking action now would mean

suicide for them. They knew they were more help to the sect when they were alive, and so, they kept

silent against their own will.

Instead of punishing his unruly and violent disciples, Alan praised them for their cruel acts against the

innocent people of the sect. With a wave of his hand, he ordered his loyal followers, "Take Darren to

me. It is time for me to take his life."

Darren, Alan knew, was involved in his son's death, and so he had been waiting for a long time to kill

Darren. Now that he was the Sect Leader, killing Darren was one of his first orders of business.

Upon hearing this, a group of people cleared the path immediately. The next second, Darren and Elsa

came into Alan's view.

Everyone else focused their eyes on Darren, including the young man who stood between two

cultivators of the Wonder Realm. With his eyes lighting up, the youth said, "Wait, before you do

anything, get someone to battle that brat. He is going to die anyway. But before that, I want to see him

struggle."

"May... May I know the reason, young master?" asked one Wonder Realm expert.

"No reason. I just want to do it. Isn't that enough reason for you?" the young man replied arrogantly.

"Who wants to fight that brat? Anyone who kills him will have the honor of being my servant," The

young master said superciliously, as he turned to look at the members of the Ilmen Sect.

Darren, on the other hand, immediately flew into a rage.

"My young master, Darren might have killed my son, so I'd like to end his life on my own so that I can

avenge my son. I hope you would stay out of this and leave him to me," Alan said humbly as he moved

closer to the young man.

The moment he finished his sentence, he got slapped across the face.

A loud voice cut through the air.

"Who the hell are you? I couldn't care less about your stupid vengeance. He is my prey. How dare you

get in my way? You're nothing but a pathetic loser to me," the young master berated, embarrassing

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Alan didn't expect the young master to be someone who would slap him like that with so many people

around. He looked at the elder in black silently, wishing that the elder could defend him and his honor.

"Humph! How rude you are. You dare to defy young master? Apologize to him right now!" the old man

in black berated.

Alan was stunned at Moore' response. He had thought that his grand uncle would stand up for him, but

it turned out that he was on young master's side.

"What are you waiting for? Get on your knees and apologize, you loser," Moore Mo demanded brashly.

The next second, an enormous internal force Moore had unleashed came at Alan and forced him to get

down on his knees. Alan knew that if he did not make an apology, he was the one who was going to be

killed. He was shocked. It was until now that he realized how weak he was compared to the Wonder

Realm cultivators and the young master.

Terrified as he was, he pulled himself together instantly. He quickly lowered his head, and said

sincerely, "I'm sorry, sir. Please forgive me for my rudeness."

The young master laughed out loud cruelly and responded, "Fine, I'll spare you this time. Just

remember one thing: you are nothing to me."

In spite of the situation they were in, the people present still felt glad to see the young man insult Alan

that way.

"Alan, do you believe in karma? Never in a million years did I expect that I would ever see you kneel

before someone like this. Ha-ha!" ridiculed a middle-aged man with a spear on his back.