Talented Martial Hero
Chapter 1413 Dejected

The ancestor's words wrung like a jolt of electricity through Morton's body, causing him to tense upon the spot. As a result, the violent Order Law on his body quickly dissipated, and his shouldersrelaxed.

He felt a strong sense of betrayal overcome his existence, but since the ancestor himself intervened,he dared not protest.

"I apologize for my actions. I was being impulsive.”

The shadow reigning over his stare was suddenly replaced with remorse as he cupped his hands andbowed towards the sky.

"You don't get to decide what's right and what's wrong. You should know your position here. I willpunish you for this defiance by condemning you to guard the cemetery for the next ten years. Doesthat convince you to behave?" The ancestor declared his conviction, almost effortlessly.

Hearing what he had to say, Morton's eyes gave way and exposed his inner emotions, twitchingwith the scars of being wronged. His body trembled in response to his growing aggravation, and heclenched his fists to remain composed.

"Ancestor, you should know better than anyone else about the harm Darren, the Defiant Master, willbring to our human race, if kept alive. Please, don't misjudge me. I'm not conceited as to act theway I did due to personal gains. With all due respect, I don't think I'm the one who's wrong here.”Everyone understood Morton's intentions. He wanted to convey that he chose to dispose of Darrento protect the human race from any future threats rather than act out for something as selfish asvengeance.

"It seems you haven't realized your mistake yet. Once you return, you shall be punished with apenalty of ten more years. There's no room for negotiation; this is my final decision.”

Once the ancestor imposed his sentence on Morton, the sky was coated with dark clouds and fiercewinds, validating the judgment passed onto him. Soon, the ancestor's aura disappeared like grainsin the sand.

"No! Stop this, please!”

Morton roared lightly, protesting against the unfair call. But despite how he felt, the sentence couldnot be reversed. He had no choice but to implement it after he went out.

"Morton, are you still unconvinced? It seems you still don't understand why the ancestor punishedyou. Since you have time, reflect on your actions at the time and space turbulent flow. Besides, theancestor only intended to protect you when he restricted you from acting out against Darren. If hedidn't do so, you'd have kicked the bucket at the hands of Lord Starry Sword.

The reason why the ancestor told you to guard the cemetery for twenty years was that he is lenientto you. If you continue on the path you're on and refuse to change, the human race will not spareyou a second chance. You will become the first deputy god to be beheaded by the Ancestral Land inthe past seven hundred thousand years. Conduct yourself well,"

a mysterious master cloaked in black robes said, his voice echoing from the depths of the sky,sounding solemn. He was the most fatal guard in the Ancestral Land. Only the ancestor was awareof the extents of his strength.

Once the echoes of the statement of the man clad in black robes drowned out, so did his aura. Heleft the Archean relic.

With the warning ringing through his head on a loop, Morton remained silent, processing histhoughts. Those words finally struck some sense into him. As he replayed what he had done at thetime and space turbulent flow in his head, he felt cold sweats trickle down his forehead, dousinghim with remorse from his actions. He finally realized why the ancestor decided to punish him.

"l will follow the order."

With his head lowered to showcase his shame, Morton bowed to the void and accepted thepunishment exacted upon him without hesitation

Guarding the cemetery was no trifling task. It was fraught with uncertain threats, where life couldblink out in an instant.

"You might have saved yourself for now." With his wrinkled and turbid eyes, Morton shot anemotionless glare at Darren. "But until the day you reach the Superior God Realm, you will remain atarget to me."

"If you have the ability, then I, Yolanda Leng, will gladly take you on in a battle to the death.”

To Morton's surprise, a bewitching woman appeared next to Darren, protecting him.

She made no attempt to conceal her surging bloodlust, aimed at Morton.

"Who the hell are you?" Taken aback from her confession, Morton prepared himself to give her anearful before it dawned over him who she was. "Yolanda Leng... That name, that physique... Wait,you're... You're the wife of Supreme God Alfredo!"

With the revelation suddenly hurled at him, Morton began to panic. It was hard to pinpoint heridentity from her name and appearance. But considering her eternal immortal body, the remarkablyspecial physique, he was certain of who she was. Who else could it be, if not the wife of AlfredoChu?

At this moment, the sky was boiling, stirring up with confusion.

The great masters broke character and indulged themselves in silent whispers, quelling theircuriosity.

After conducting a short exchange of theories among themselves, they were sure that this woman,was in fact, the wife of Alfredo.

Having considered her dead, they were shocked to see her alive in the flesh.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Coming to terms with the situation, dozens of powerful masters at the Superior God Realm,including a few deputy gods, descended one after another, surrounding her.

"Nice to meet you, Ms. Leng."

"Nice to meet you, Yolanda.”

"Nice to meet you, Immortal Lord Yolanda.”

Among these great masters, some were younger than her, and some were of the same generationas her. Therefore, they each had a unique way of referring to her. But they all greeted her with theutmost respect.

"Hello, everyone.” Cupping her hands, she bowed to return their politeness.

Following suit, Lord Starry Sword and Lord Feng also flew over to her and cupped their hands ingreeting. "Nice to meet you, madam.”

Acknowledging them, Yolanda broke her cold demeanor and smiled warmly at them. "I've heard anawful lot about you two, but I didn't have the chance to meet you face to face. After finally havingmet you two today, I realize that you're both indeed peerless geniuses, just like Alfredo was backthen.”

"Madam, you flatter me. I've done nothing to deserve such high praise from you," Lord Fengconfessed humbly.

"Supreme God Alfredo and I are two worlds apart. I'm not even half as good as him, let alonecompare myself to him," Lord Starry Sword, who was revered for his composure, said politely.Alfredo was a Defiant Master. In fact, his cultivation level hadn't reached the Supreme God Realmand he never claimed himself to be a supreme god. But his combat skills were second to none. Evenwhen pitted against other supreme gods, he could hold his own against them. Therefore, inacknowledgment, the powerful warriors of other generations bestowed upon him the title SupremeGod Alfredo.

"You two are being modest,” Yolanda said, stretching her plump lips, forming a heartwarming smile."My nephew, Darren, has gone through a lot of hardships. He wouldn't have made it this far if youtwo weren't there to help him. Thank you for all of your efforts.”

"You're welcome, madam.”

Overwhelmed with appreciation, Yolanda showered the two with gratitude for their efforts. Morton'sface darkened with contempt as he eavesdropped on their exchange.

“Damn it! Why does Darren suddenly have so many powerful people shielding him? It's not fair!""You old aberrant dog, if you want to kill my nephew so badly, why don't you try it?" Yolanda glaredat him, her eyes fraught with disdain.

Sensing her intense demeanor, Morton began to hyperventilate and nipped his growing anger inthe bud, feeling powerless. "You misunderstand me, madam. I have always been sincerely respectfulto Supreme God Alfredo. Since Darren is his nephew, I will drop my wish to avenge my disciples anddigest their passing.”

"Humph! You old bastard!" Yolanda shouted angrily, unable to contain herself. "Your disciples wereno saints! They had committed many evil deeds, unspeakable things. They deserved to bebeheaded. Are you seriously trying to advocate for someone so corrupted? Do you think you'redoing us a favor by deciding against killing Darren? You're such a vile man. Do you think someonelike you, who's driven by selfish desires, deserves to be the backbone of the human race and becalled a deputy god?”

Yolanda was already briefed about the situation relating to Morton and his disciples from Darren,but she had never pinned him to be shameless enough to attempt an assassination on him.

So even though Morton had reached a compromise on the issue, she wouldn't let his actions slide.However, considering her current position, she lacked the strength to go head to head with adeputy god. Even if the two were to trade blows, Yolanda would suffer a violent end

But if this were to happen two hundred thousand years ago in the past, she would have slapped himinto oblivion. Back then, before her strength faced a major downgrade, she boasted of skills on parwith that of the upper-level Deputy God Realm.

"You don't have to be so aggressive, Yolanda Leng. I'm willing to spare Darren's life only because ofthe respect I hold for the deceased Supreme God Alfredo. Otherwise, I wouldn't hesitate for asecond to fight you."

Unable to take the insults any longer, Morton's face shifted its color, consumed with rage.

"Calm yourself, Morton. How dare you speak disrespectfully to our senior? I'll cut you down to size ifyou don't stop.”

"It seems that it's time for we human race to make important decisions regarding who deservestheir position in the higher-ups and who doesn't. The ones who fall short of the criteria will be facedwith instant extermination.”

"Consider this a warning, Morton. Disrespect Yolanda again, and I will kill you."

As soon as Morton made a bold jab at Yolanda, the group of big shots stepped in to protect her,ganging up on him all at once.

At this moment, Morton felt cornered, surrounded by dozens of killing intents with him in theirscope. He felt powerless and gave up his will to protest altogether.

Even Lord Starry Sword, his junior of a later generation, could lay waste to him. If anyone else wereto take him on, he would lose all hopes of survival.

With the ancestor already gone, Morton was left vulnerable, at the mercy of these great masters. Ifthey wished to kill him, there would be no one to intervene, and he would surely taste permanentdismissal.