The Raksasa King turned around when he heard Amastan’s voice.

 

He let out a relieved and emotional smile when he saw his son. “Haha! God forbid!”

 

He glanced behind Amastan and asked, “Why are you by yourself? Where’s your brother?”

 

Although his second son, Amastan had great strength, he was too impulsive. Hence, he favored his eldest son, Alaric, and only he could take over his throne.

 

Amastan was unhappy that his father was asking about his brother the first thing upon meeting him. He felt annoyed.

 

He wondered which part of him was inferior to Alaric. Why did his father always think that Alaric would be the next Raksasa King?

 

He suppressed his anger within and tried to put on an upset look. “Father, Alaric… something happened.”

 

He wiped a tear pretentiously and continued, “The Nine Continent army raided us yesterday. Alaric went to the battlefield himself and suffered grave injuries from Darryl Darby of the Nine Continent. He succumbed to his fatal wounds…”

 

“What?”

 

the shock and his eyes

 

and martial arts, his eldest son was a one-of- a-kind prodigy in Raksasa Tribe and yet he

 

Spit!

 

spat out

 

“Father, what had happened has happened. Those from the Nine Continent are sly, despicable, and hateful. I swear to murder every single one of them to get revenge for

 

as

 

the Raksasa King had broken both his legs and

 

day after falling into the abyss. He had lost both his legs whereas Yang Jian’s heart

 

for Alaric.” Raksasa King’s gaze was hateful as he continued coldly, “Take me up there and destroy the platform. Yang Jian is hiding within the cave, his

 

“Hmm!”

 

eyes circled but he did not move. He released his hand from

 

since his legs were broken. There was no point in helping him to get back.

 

“Amastan, you…”

 

Raksasa King frowned and asked weakly,

 

Phew!

 

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