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Chapter 5410

The elites all had complicated expressions on their faces. None of them dared to look

Ambrose in the eyes. Particularly when Ambrose was right, they outnumbered Ambrose

and took advantage of it to trap him there.

However, while hovering in mid-air, Forsythe sneered with contempt. "The victor is

entitled to legitimacy. Who cares about the tactics used as long as we get rid of you? You

wouldn't fall into my trap if you weren't that confident. So just admit your defeat.”

After that, he activated his internal energy and dived down like a cannon straight at

Ambrose. He punched Ambrose in the chest before he was even a few meters away. His

right palm had turned bright red as if it had been soaked in blood for an extended period.

Meanwhile, the air around them was thick with the odor of blood. The Bloodied Palm was a

new skill that Forsythe had created.

Archfiend Antigonus assisted Forsythe in redeveloping his muscles and bloodline a few

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months ago. Forsythe changed entirely after that because his body contained blood from

the fiend race then. He was not entirely a fiend; instead, he was half-human and half-fiend.

He was a gifted individual. He created the Bloodied Palm in the last two weeks after

learning about the fiend bloodline. The Bloodied Palm was ferocious and held the power of

the fiend race. It was too much for any ordinary cultivator to bear.

Forsythe's eyes were filled with venom at the time. He exclaimed," Ambrose! It's all over

now! Die!" "No!" Heather shouted out sorrowly. Her voice was hoarse, and she was in

complete despair. She was remorseful. She should not have been upset with Ambrose.

Then she would not be kidnapped by Sea Dragon Palace, and Ambrose would not have to

come to her rescue.

Ambrose felt the power of Forsythe's attack. His pupils shrunk, and he ignored Heather

calling him. He stared at Forsythe's bloody right palm.

"There is no telling who will die today." Ambrose let out a yell. He held the

Tyrant Hammer with both hands. Suddenly, a ferocious strength gushed out of the Tyrant

Hammer and into Ambrose's body.

He had had the Tyrant Hammer since he was a teenager. After many years of study, he

was able to use the Tyrant Hammer's power in a variety of ways. However, he never used

it casually because the Tyrant Hammer's power was overwhelming. He could easily injure

himself if he were not careful.

Nonetheless, he could not care less at that moment because it was a matter of life and

death. He no longer appeared weak after absorbing the power of the Tyrant Hammer. A

terrifying and violent force erupted and circled him.

"What?" "He can absorb power from the Tyrant Hammer?"

Everyone, including Forsythe, was shocked to see it.

Ambrose's eyes sparkled at that moment, and he raised his palm to meet Forsythe's palm.

Both of them collided, and a loud and buzzing sound echoed throughout the entire area of

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The Wishing Star Tower. Ashes and smoke whirled up, and the terrifying breath spread

throughout the room.

"Argh!" Many elites failed to retreat and were blown away by the powerful breath. They

fell to the ground quite far away, unaware of what had happened.

"Pfft..." Meanwhile, Forsythe groaned and spat out a mouthful of blood. He took many

steps back and eventually came to a halt as he knocked on the wall of The Wishing Star

Tower.

At that precise moment, the entire area fell silent. Everyone was stunned and

dumbfounded, staring at Ambrose as if he were a monster.

How did someone with such severe injuries acquire such terrifying power? That kid's

power was outrageous, powerful, and extraordinary!

After a few seconds, he gave Ambrose a complicated look. "You surprised me, kid. I had no

idea you still had an ultimate technique. But I am guessing you have nothing in your hand

and have reached your breaking point."

He commanded the remaining elites, "He has no more strength to fight. Kill him now."

Dozens of elites charged at Ambrose with their long sabers.

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