‘This man is robust and he needs to be as robust because the Beast King. Too unhealthy that this quantity of energy is nothing in entrance of the present of me.’ Cale muttered in his coronary heart as he created a distance between him and Amro. 

He then carried out the Second Sword Motion of his Satan Arcanum Sword Motion, the Thousand Sword Slash underneath the surprised eyes of Amro.

One thousand clones with related look as Cale appeared out of skinny air.

Amro was shocked on the sudden flip of occasions. He wasn’t there through the battle towards the beast tide, so he did not know the bounds of Cale’s power. He thought that Cale might need gained attributable to a stroke of luck or it will need to have been a second of negligence on the Beast King’s aspect. He by no means would have thought that Cale had the power to overwhelm him.

With the materialization of Cale’s numerous clones, Amro did not know learn how to reply. He simply hovered in midair with a dumbstruck expression on his face.

“What the hell is this sort of ability?! Which one is actual?!” Amro shouted with a large number of feelings. He felt fearful, bewildered, and he additionally felt barely regretful. 

“If demise is the one highway for me, then I would as properly drag you to hell along with me! Kill!” Amro roared like a severely injured wolf on the finish of its rope! It was additionally at this second that the beasts would reveal their most vicious fangs!

Cale’s expression didn’t change after seeing Amro’s present raged state. A dying wolf was nonetheless a wolf on the finish of the day and it may by no means kill a dragon…

A thousand clones attacked on the similar time, making a shockwave that nearly cut up area. An earth-shaking sound reverberated inside Blue Cloud Metropolis and even the neighboring cities heard it from afar.

The military of the Celestial Sword Empire and the Blood Shadow Military coated their bleeding ears with contorted expressions on their faces. Simply the ensuing shockwave of Cale and Amro’s struggle induced the low-level consultants to be barely injured!

Amro tried his finest to deflect most of Cale’s strike, however he nonetheless acquired heavy accidents.

He clutched his sword tightly whereas gritting his enamel in ache. He was now in a sorry state with dozens of sword cuts throughout his physique. ‘F_u_c_k!’ He cursed in his coronary heart as he solid a cautious look at Cale.

Cale indifferently stared at Amro whereas slowly hovering in the direction of him. 

Amro was now shaking in ache, however he didn’t launch his grip on his sword. He pointed his sword’s tip in the direction of Cale whereas his actions with ragged respiratory.

Cale then disappeared from his spot and reappeared behind Amro like a ghost. The latter felt Cale’s presence behind him, so he slashed his sword in the direction of the route the place he felt Cale’s presence. 

“Whoosh!” His sword strike slashed an empty air, and there was no shadow of Cale in any respect. He then felt a robust hand greedy his proper shoulder tightly, making him freeze in shock. 

Amro felt that he couldn’t extricate himself from the grip and he may solely flip his head slowly at him. 

Amro noticed Cale’s indifferently calm expression because the latter grasped his shoulder firmly. His face was that of horror and he even briefly forgot the ache throughout his physique.

“Third Prince, you might have made the Celestial Sword Empire an excellent stronger power along with your skills and wits, however you made the worst choice in life.” Cale coldly acknowledged as he checked out Amro squarely. 

“Duke Cale, I’ve by no means regretted every thing I did! As I grew older, I noticed that my ambitions had been far higher than what I possessed at that second! And in an effort to obtain my ambitions, I’ve to sacrifice some issues! Every part ought to have occurred as I had deliberate, however you… You!” Amro couldn’t proceed his phrases as he spatted mouthfuls of blood. His silhouette swayed in midair as his elemental essence slowly decreased.

“So simply due to your ambitions, you are keen to sacrifice your second brother? You even poisoned your father and induced main losses to the Celestial Sword Empire by stealing numerous issues from the imperial treasury!” Cale spoke in a barely louder tone.

“In fact! Sacrifices are obligatory if you wish to obtain one thing higher in life! Should you do not even know learn how to make sacrifices, then you possibly can solely keep perpetually in mediocrity!” Amro shouted with a ruthless look on his face.

His phrases resonated deeply inside Cale’s coronary heart. He was proper. If one couldn’t even make sacrifices, then attaining what you d_e_s_i_r_e may solely stay as a dream.

He had additionally performed the identical in his previous life. He sacrificed the time meant for himself and used all of it to follow his expertise in an effort to kill extra of the Avran individuals. He not often socialized with the individuals from the Earth Alliance and as an alternative went to complete numerous missions in regards to the Avran Race.

“You are proper, third prince. However you are additionally flawed… You’ve got been blinded by your ambitions, making you sacrifice the flawed issues…” Cale shook his head coldly.

Amro’s eyes shook as he heard Cale’s phrases. He then turned his head to take a look at his father who now had graying hair and a drained look.

He was the strongest professional of the Celestial Sword Empire who had struck concern to numerous consultants of Shura, however he now appeared weary and exhausted regardless of his calm facade. For as soon as in Amro’s life, a seed of doubt was planted in his coronary heart. ‘Was I actually flawed?’

“You possibly can remorse every thing in your subsequent life, third prince. For now, it is best to relaxation for a very long time or maybe… it could be a perpetual relaxation…” Cale muttered silently as he pointed his sword in the direction of Amro’s coronary heart.

“Puchi!”

Cale’s Void Wolf Immortal Sword pierced Amro’s physique effortlessly. Thick quantities of blood gushed out of his physique as he glanced on the sword that pierced him with a shocked look. He then turned to take a look at Cale with nice issue and he flashed a weak smile earlier than his head hung low with no indicators of respiratory.

Amro Doomblade, the third prince of the Celestial Sword Empire died at Cale’s arms on the primary day of his revolution in the direction of the empire. 

Emperor Aventus who hovered on the distance tried to stay calm, however he nonetheless felt a slight pang in his coronary heart. Amro was, in spite of everything, the product of his blood.

“Relaxation now, Amro.” He muttered.