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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…”
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“What?”
Raksasa King jerked from the shock and his eyes reddened in agony.
Well versed with both knowledge and martial arts, his eldest son was a one-of- a-kind prodigy in Raksasa Tribe
and yet he had passed in his prime years.
Spit!
Upset, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Shocked, Amastan walked forward to support Raksasa King immediately. He tried comforting him. “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 Alaric.”
Amastan froze as he said.
He noticed the Raksasa King had broken both his legs and his blood was all coagulated.
Raksasa King and Yang Jian had continued their battle on the platform for one whole day after falling into the
abyss. He had lost both his legs whereas Yang Jian’s heart vein had been injured.
“You’re right, you have to get revenge 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 injuries are similar to mine.
He will be trapped here to his death without the platform to support him.”
“Hmm!”
Amastan hummed in acknowledgment, his eyes circled but he did not move. He released his hand from the
Raksasa King at the same time.
Raksasa King was not a threat to him anymore since his legs were broken. There was no point in helping him to
get back. He would not let a paralyzed person take away the throne at his arm’s length.
“Amastan, you…”
Looking at Amastan’s change of expression, Raksasa King frowned and asked weakly, “What are you doing?
Take me up there.”
Phew!
Amastan took a deep breath and shook his head. “Father, I’m not doing that, forgive me. I think that it’s
better that you stay here.”
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“What are you talking about?”
Raksasa King’s expression changed drastically and he glared at his son angrily. “You unfilial son! Are you
abandoning your father?”
He finally guessed what happened and questioned Amastan, “Answer me, did you kill Alaric?” Raksasa
King was a smart and quick-witted man. He could tell that something was fishy with Amastan based on
his reaction and there was something weird about his eldest son’s death.
“That’s correct!”
Amastan looked ferocious as he shouted, “He was seduced by two women from the Nine Continent and he
became dedicated to negotiating with the Nine Continent. He lost his Raksasa traits completely. Someone
like him is not fit to be Raksasa Tribe’s Honourable Son nor the next King.”
“You…”
Raksasa King quaked from anger and pointed at Amastan. “How dare you murder your own brother?
You are of the same blood! You traitorous son, b*stard! I’m going to kill you!”
He wanted to stand up but he could not move at all because he was paralyzed and severely injured.
Amastan simply laughed before replying in an icy tone, “Everything I did is for the Raksasa Tribe’s future.
What did I do wrong? Why would you kill me?”
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