The Almighty Dragon General

Chapter 6563
"Dad, have you ever been a decent father? Since I was born, what have you done for me?
"Don't you think you owe me? Don't you think you should make it up to me?
"Have I hindered you by cultivating the Demonic Body? Have I ever truly harmed you? Have I threatened you?
"Dad, I'm helping you to seek revenge. I'll devour Xachary Thornton, Gladwin Warrick, and Yaquis Holiness. Then, I'll assist you in devouring the Tai Chi Messenger and fight alongside you to defeat Tai Chi.
"James Caden, speak up. Why don't you dare to face me directly?
"My mom is Yemima Dalibor, and my dad is James Caden. I remember it all the time."

James remained unmoved upon hearing the clones' roaring and hysteria. He knew very well that these were all grudges and resentment in the hearts of the martial world, even from these clones, he could not find one that was kind.
In the beginning, his indulgence led to such a situation, which also became his own tribulation. Now, this tribulation must also be eliminated by him, or else it would be endless trouble.
After careful consideration, James performed the Terrastride step, taking dozens of consecutive steps around Hetsema's main self. In an instant, the colors of the world changed, and the cave shook violently.
Under the supreme power of the Terrastride step, Hetsema and his dozen or so clones, who were imprisoned, were immediately entangled by a black force.
Amidst the screams and cries of pain, whether it was Hetsema’s main self or the clones, they all emitted densely packed energy balls from their bodies, each filled with endless evil.
"Meet your death, rebellious son!" James said.
His hands unfolded into the Judgment Scythe and the Nether Demonic Sword, swiftly shattering the countless energy balls shot out by Hetsema.
Amidst the rumbling explosions, with each energy ball shattered, it emitted a fundamentally inhuman sound, chilling to the bone, and extremely frightening.
At the same time, Hetsema underwent rapid changes in appearance, expressing all sorts of emotions and experiences, all vividly portrayed. Among them, James caught sight of a strange face. It was not Hetsema's, but a handsome yet extremely sinister face.
"It must be you, Demonic spirit!" James roared.
His hands simultaneously released waves of Sword Energy from both the Nether Demonic Sword and the Judgment Scythe, continuously shattering the energy balls from Hetsema.
James did not care about anything else. He had to kill Hetsema, although it was a bit troublesome to do so.