When Elver felt Shang's aura, all his doubts vanished.

He did it.

Shang had killed Jerald.

Elver wasn't a kid anymore, and he had lived for a very long time. He knew a lot about people, and just by looking at Shang, he could tell that Shang had killed Jerald.

He knew that because Shang's aura was way too sterile and apathetic.

It was almost like he was deathly afraid of ever feeling any kind of positive emotion for another human being.

Elver knew how something like that could happen.

Committing an act so painful that only the complete eradication of emotions could keep one alive.

People that didn't know the old Shang wouldn't be able to feel these kinds of things, but Elver had known him very well.

Shang had killed Jerald.

There was no doubt about it.

"Why?" Elver asked, looking at Shang. "Why would-"

"Traitor!" someone shouted from the edge of the arena.

Oliver shot towards Shang, his face contorted in hatred and rage.

"You killed him!" Oliver shouted as all his suppressed rage burst forth. "You killed him! You're why so many of my brothers died!"

Oliver summoned all of his weapons.

Shang waved his right arm.

BOOOOM!

All weapons, except for Oliver's spear, broke apart and turned into dust as Oliver was thrown against the wall of the arena.

The onlookers looked with shock at the exchange, but only the Ancestral Mages and Lord Starsky could feel the true secret of that strike.

Ancestral Beast!

the ability that Ancestral Beasts

Shang had unveiled his

Why?

it a secret anymore

entire world since it meant that the warrior

at the Peak Impose Stage, this wouldn't be very shocking anymore. After all, people at that level

be seen as a True Mage that would soon become a High Mage. Even more, many Peak True Mages knew

was

Realm, Shang would simply be someone that had managed to take that step without actually breaking

in the eyes of the public,

since it meant that Shang had found a way for warriors

throwing Oliver against the walls,

"MURDERER!"

WHOOOOM!

suppressed by an insanely powerful Spirit

arena felt like they couldn't

green and icy-blue hair

at the young

the man

George, Jerald's son, and he was an Initial Ancestral

this would

son, was already in

George was around 600

the Ancestral Mage Realm at that

him

a very good

several Spells

a terrifyingly fast spear made of

CRACK!

surrounding the arena itself and broke

not allowed to interfere!" the Ancestral Mage in the arena

rage. "He killed my father! He is a criminal that killed someone working for

head judge furrowed

criminal wanted by the Lightning

That would be problematic.

any proof?"

standing right there! We all know him! We all know what he

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