Chapter 1884

Ambrose was worthy of his title as Darryl’s son. Darryl had been wronged so many times in the past, but yet he had

never done anything inappropriate. Darryl had set up the Elysium Gate Sect at a young age and contributed to the

cultivator community.

He sang praises to the good and punished the evil. He had also led the Elysium Gate, Flower Mountain and Eternal

Life Palace Sect when they defended the World Universe against the New World’s invasion.

Ambrose was still very young, but he was not inferior to Darryl.

After all, it was like the saying—like father like son!

Megan and the elites from the various sects trembled. Megan bit her lips as she stared at Ambrose in astonishment.

She noticed the thousands of cuts on Ambrose’s body and his clothes completely stained in red with his blood. He

was pale and shaky, yet he emanated an admirable aura. His bright eyes seemed so pure—as if it could repel all

evils in the world.

Megan was stunned.

‘Ambrose actually kept his mind clear? Was that what he did the entire night? How could this have happened?’

Mega’s body trembled. Her pride and arrogance were utterly taken over by shock.

Aurora, on the other hand, was extremely glad after a moment of shock. She looked approvingly at Ambrose with

tears of excitement.

‘That’s great! Nothing happened between the two of them. What a relief!’

At that moment, Eira woke up due to the noises.

“Brother Ambrose?”

She trembled in shock the moment she opened her eyes and saw Ambrose.

A few seconds later, Eira finally reacted—she plunged into Ambrose’s arms. She cried her eyes out. “Brother

Ambrose, I’m sorry. It’s my fault, I’m sorry—”

Eira was smart. She figured what had happened after she realized that Ambrose was covered in wounds.

She remembered that she had her mind the previous night. She was not surprised if something had happened

between the two of them. However, Ambrose had resorted to hurting himself with a knife to keep himself awake

and protect her virtue.

His noble sacrifice moved Eira.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Ambrose cracked a faint smile; he raised his hand and patted Eira on her shoulder gently. “Sister,

help me up. Let’s go.”

“Alright!” Eira replied as she quickly helped Ambrose out of the stone cave. However, she was weak as she was still

recovering from the aftereffect of the love potion she took last night. It was a strenuous effort to bear Ambrose’s

weight on her own.

Aurora rushed to help them when she noticed their struggle.

There was only silence!

Everyone stayed quiet. They felt terrible when they saw the wounds on Ambrose’s body. They were speechless as

their eyes locked onto Ambrose; no one stopped Aurora when she went to help them.

“Megan, the next time I see you will be the day I destroy the Emei Sect.” Ambrose turned around to look at Megan

to threaten her before they descended the mountain. His pale complexion was icy cold without the slightest

emotion.

He had seen Megan as a friend, but she had plotted against him and almost got him to sully his sister.

He would fail as a man if he did not make her pay for her sin!

“Megan, the next time I see you will be the day I destroy the Emei Sect.” His voice was not loud, but to those who

heard it, it was enough to send shivers down their spine.

If it had been anyone else, it would be brushed off as empty talk.

However, Ambrose—the New World Prince—had said it, so Megan had better watch out.

The elites from the other sects looked at each other uneasily.