The ultimate husband

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Amastan utilized his internal energy and floated mid-air as he utter word-by- word, “Do not blame me for

being ungrateful if you don’t even treat me like your son.”

He held up his bone machete and hurled it out forcefully.

Wham!

The knife slashed and split, almost destroying the whole platform. Huge chunks of debris fell into the lava

beneath, leaving only the small area where Raksasa King was.

Raksasa King kept spitting blood due to extreme fury.

“I’m not going to kill you, you’re still my father after all. Just try to survive on your own here,” said

Amastan nonchalantly before turning and moving up the walls swiftly with the bone machete in his hand.

To be honest, he had an impulse to kill the Raksasa King in that instant.

He changed his mind when he remembered that his men might come down to check. There would

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definitely be consequences if they found out that he had murdered his own father.

He knew that there was no way that Raksasa King could come up after the platform was destroyed. He would

be trapped and die underneath. His death would be unrelated to him, then.

“Traitor…You traitor…”

Raksasa King’s bellows echoed in the deepest part of the abyss that instant.

Amastan pretended to not hear anything and kept going upward. He reached the neck of the abyss after a few

minutes.

Whoosh!

The warriors of Wild Wolves Clan surrounded him as soon as he got up.

“Your Highness!” The chief called out with urgency and concern, “How is it down there? Are there the King’s

tracks?” The base part of the abyss was thousands of meters away from the top so they could not hear any of

the Raksasa King’s shouts.

Amastan glared at him and replied coldly, “What King? There’s nothing down there. What punishment do you

think you deserve for spreading false news?“

He could not let anyone find out that Raksasa King was down there.

Plop!

Sensing Amastan’s rage, the chief of Wild Wolves Clan jerked before going down on his knees. “Your Highness,

mercy! I saw debris from the King’s armor so I thought that he could be down there…”

The other warriors of the Wild Wolves Clan were panicking.

The Raksasa army had strict military rules and spreading false news could warrant a death punishment.

A hint of a sinister smile flashed past Amastan’s eyes as he looked at the terrified warriors. He raised an arm to

dismiss them. “Fine, it is wartime, I’m not going to dwell on this.”

Amastan looked around and continued, “Warriors of Wild Wolves Clan, listen! Return to your camp and wait for my

orders. I will assign another troop to look for the King.”

“Yes, Your Highness!”

The hundreds of Wild Wolves Clan’s warriors all rushed toward their camp under Amastan’s lead.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

They moved for a few kilometers when Amastan raised his arm to gesture to them to stop.

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He noticed two shadows mid-air, fighting with each other furiously some distance away. It seemed to be

an old monk and a young one. The young one was holding a huge axe shining with golden rays. It was a

grand scene.

It was Donoghue and Rama. ‘Sh*t! The Raksasa Tribe!’

Donoghue and Rama’s expressions changed the moment they noticed Amastan and Wild Wolves

Clan there.

Donoghue’s eyes swiveled and he shouted at Amastan, “My fellow Raksasa warriors, the one I’m competing

with is Rama, the High Priest of the Temple of Enchanted Retreat. He is the one who has been sending news

to the Nine Continent in secret, resulting in you being blocked by their army here. Please help me kill him!”

To be honest, Donoghue would not usually allow for others to help him due to his pride but he had no other

choice because Rama was too powerful.

He had succeeded in hurting Rama but he could not subdue him during their subsequent battle.

Now that there were so many people from the Raksasa Triber present, he knew that it would not end well

either, even if he killed Rama. He chose to ask for the Raksasa Tribe’s help instead so that he could

preserve his strength to flee after.

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