Chapter 1413 Dejected

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

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 and bowed towards the sky.

"You don't get to decide what's right and what's wrong. You should know your position here. I will punish you for this defiance by condemning you to guard the cemetery for the next ten years. Does that 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, twitching with the scars of being wronged. His body trembled in response to his growing aggravation, and he clenched his fists to remain composed.

"Ancestor, you should know better than anyone else about the harm Darren, the Defiant Master, will bring to our human race, if kept alive. Please, don't misjudge me. I'm not conceited as to act the way 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 Darren to protect the human race from any future threats rather than act out for something as selfish as vengeance.

"It seems you haven't realized your mistake yet. Once you return, you shall be punished with a penalty 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 fierce winds, validating the judgment passed onto him. Soon, the ancestor's aura disappeared like grains in the sand.

"No! Stop this, please!"

Morton roared lightly, protesting against the unfair call. But despite how he felt, the sentence could not 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 punished you. Since you have time, reflect on your actions at the time and space turbulent flow. Besides, the ancestor only intended to protect you when he restricted you from acting out against Darren. If he didn'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 lenient to you. If you continue on the path you're on and refuse to change, the human race will not spare you a second chance. You will become the first deputy god to be beheaded by the Ancestral Land in the 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 aware of the extents of his strength.

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

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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 a deputy 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 him into oblivion. Back then, before her strength faced a major downgrade, she boasted of skills on par with 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 of the respect I hold for the deceased Supreme God Alfredo. Otherwise, I wouldn't hesitate for a second 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 if you don't stop."

"It seems that it's time for we human race to make important decisions regarding who deserves their position in the higher-ups and who doesn't. The ones who fall short of the criteria will be faced with 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 their scope. 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 were to 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. If they wished to kill him, there would be no one to intervene, and he would surely taste permanent dismissal.