He had failed his clan and his young master. It was due to his carelessness he had let everything happen here. Setting up such a move, Amrit must have needed some time and planning in advance so if the elder had been cautious then these things would not have happened. When he had seen Amrit bursting the Ming clan cultivator previously, he should have taken action then.
But there was no medicine for regret. There was no do-over in this world. Even those who had touched the elusive time dao would have to pay a hefty price and endure the backlash from heavenly dao for changing the past and there was probably no one left in today’s cultivation world capable of doing that.
His eyes began to glow red and his qi was flaring like crazy. He was going berserk. His dao heart was shattering bit by bit and the mental demons were taking over his consciousness. All sorts of negative thoughts came to his mind and he let them be. His cultivation was deviating but he was rapidly gaining strength.
If only he had listened to his young master and killed Amrit right from the start things would have been different. He knew nothing would happen by feeling regret so first he would kill Amrit and send him to the underworld to accompany his young master. After that, he would apologize to the clan head and his clan. At the very least, he owed his young master that much.
He was about to reach the half-core stage but he fell short a little bit. At this moment the eyes of many elders and deacons were on this elder. Although the blood crystal was peculiar, there were few peculiar techniques practiced by the cultivators so it was not much of an eye-stopper. And the blood crystal only emitted a bloody aura, there was not a bit of evil aura mixed within. But now the elder was going berserk and his strength was increasing, many eyes were on them.
Most of the eyes had shocked expressions due to such a high-level battle being fought on the ground and someone had gone berserk in the middle of battle. When most of the cultivators go berserk, they gain a significant amount of strength but most of them also lose sanity forever. It was only by miracle some of them managed to recover but it still came at some cost.
When the cultivator becomes berserk, they fight until they fulfill their obsession and after they fulfill their obsession, they continue killing whoever they see. Even if there is a stronger cultivator present to immobilize them, nothing would change, they will remain insane. When their consciousness was corrupted by evil, there was hardly anything anyone could do.
The berserk cultivator would only see red and nothing else. He looked at Amrit with those red eerie eyes and roared ‘It’s all your fault. It’s all your fault.’ Repeating this constantly he began to run towards Amrit. Until now the cultivators were watching the elder going berserk. Only after the elder ran towards Amrit did they look at who was at the receiving end.
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Although Amrit had recovered his aura by half and major injuries were healed, he was empty on qi and low on soul power. The injuries blood crystal healed were only major ones and exterior at that. The internal injuries caused by the second move of the heavenly halberd technique would take some time to heal completely. He could now move normally with a little bit of strain but that was it. Every time he used his aura, his body would tear a new injury by itself.
At this moment, he could use the second move of the heavenly halberd to counterattack the elder but he also knew that it would be his last move and there was no telling if the elder could survive that and more importantly, could he survive the backlash or could half of his aura be enough for counterattacking full force attack made by the cultivator nearly reaching half core realm.
He had already accepted death so there was no hesitation on his face. The elders and deacons watching the fight recognized Amrit. Although they knew that Amrit was a genius of Lunaris city, it was only a small pond and he was only in the qi sensing realm. But looking at him now, they were in disbelief. How could a cultivator not even at sixteen years old be able to contend with the veterans of the foundation building realm?
And looking at the fight he was still alive, barely breathing but still alive. The destruction he had caused was unbelievable and to make an old cultivator go berserk there must have something major happened. The elders and deacons of the Rijal clan also didn’t know about the young master of the Thapa clan even if they knew, they wouldn’t recognize him. Looking at the Amrit, the first thought on the Rijal clan elder and deacon’s mind was how could he have gained such strength. Did the supreme elder and clan leader find something good and give it to Amrit secretly?
But looking closely they found the aura emitted from his qi was still in the qi sensing realm, only his physical body seemed to be stronger. There were indeed some heavenly materials that could enhance the body but they were very rare. Giving young person such a rare treasure was almost a waste but they also understood they would have given the treasure to their descendants if they got their hands on one.
They were overcome by jealousy at first but understanding gradually dawned upon them and they were glad the clan got another member capable of contending with a foundation building realm cultivator. It was a pity he was on his last legs and there was no one left on the clan strong enough to save him from his predicament. Even when they were in the midst of the battlefield, they felt it was a pity their young master was going to face an inevitable death.
They could only sigh and mourn for him silently. Some of the cultivators withdrew a few meters back to see that fight to the end. Even if the young clan master was to die they wanted to see it with their eyes how the cultivators of the Rijal clan would smile even while facing death. Even if the story of today’s battle would be buried in history they wanted to look at their young master one last time while he faced his death with a maniac smile on his face.
That face Radha used to make when she was ready to give them some beating. Looking at the fight till the end was the ultimate respect and honor they could give to their young clan master. After all, they have seen how valiant their young master had been. The old ancestor Hemanta would be proud.