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!

ability that

Shang had unveiled his World

Why?

he didn't need to keep it a

to shocking the entire world since it meant that the warrior might have even comprehended this concept at the

shocking anymore. After all, people at that level were

knew the same thing would just be seen as a True Mage that would soon become a High Mage. Even more, many Peak True Mages knew a level one

was true

Shang would simply be someone that had managed

the eyes of the public,

Connection would still shock the world since it meant that Shang had found

the walls,

"MURDERER!"

WHOOOOM!

arena was suppressed

the warriors in the arena felt like they couldn't breathe anymore, and

man with green and icy-blue hair appeared

at

my father!" the man shouted as

was George, Jerald's son, and he was

this

Jerald's son, was already

George was

the Ancestral Mage Realm at that age could be considered

for him to be

had a very good

several Spells

terrifyingly

CRACK!

hit the Magic Circle surrounding the

the Ancestral Mage in the

"He killed my father! He is

head judge furrowed

by the Lightning

That would be problematic.

you have any proof?"

standing right there! We all know him! We

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