They all call me Great Master-Chapter 759 - 756

Arthur, standing at the bow of the "Oriental," stared into the massive vortex with ever-deepening pity in his eyes.

"Disregard the dark world, overlook the earth, and heed the eternal cry——

Swift Bird Swordsmanship. Modified. Open Sea!"

In a soft chant, the bird cry resonated high.

With one call, the sword move took shape.

A White Bird materialized behind Arthur.

The White Bird was enormous, its wingspan almost covered the banks of the Inland River when extended.

The White Bird was sharp, and when it raised its head, endless Sword Qi filled the universe.

Hum!

Hum hum

Hum hum hum!

The sound of sword cries, not from Arthur's sword.

In fact, Arthur held no sword in his hands at all.

His sword had long been in his heart.

He stood there, the very king among swords.

And the rest of the swords naturally bowed in submission.

Those sword cries came from the swords of those around him.

Sheathed swords trembled incessantly.

Drawn swords hung down involuntarily.

It was a show of respect and submission to the king.

Of course, there were those who did not submit, or rather, those who harbored dissent.

For instance——

Lori!

This Marquis' Eldest Son, shielded by a Force Field Shield, had managed to stand up again after shaking off the fierce aura of the Devourer Imola, glaring ferociously and venomously at Arthur.

This Marquis' Eldest Son knew he had completely lost face.

His performance was even poorer than Windsor, the woman he had always treated as a plaything.

Could he be blamed for that?

No!

The fault wasn't his!

He had tried hard enough!

The fault lay with Arthur!

Yes!

The fault lay with that Southern Lost Spirit Medium!

If it weren't for him, he wouldn't have stood there like a clown, enduring the mockery and contempt of others—even though at that moment, no one was actually paying attention to this Marquis' Eldest Son, he still believed he was being mocked.

So, when his Longsword began to tremble, signaling surrender, this Marquis' Eldest Son grabbed its handle tightly.

He wouldn't allow his sword to submit!

Hum! Hum hum!

The trembling intensified, but this Marquis' Eldest Son held on even tighter.

Then——

Crack!

A crisp sound.

This Marquis' Eldest Son's Longsword shattered.

And this crisp sound finally drew the attention of the people around.

Instantly, this Marquis' Eldest Son's face twitched.

Because——

The mockery he hadn't seen before was now very real.

Looking at the smiles on the faces of the people around him, this Marquis' Eldest Son felt his eyes sting.

Subconsciously, this Marquis' Eldest Son lowered his head.

This wasn't avoidance!

This was temporary!

I must reclaim everything that belongs to me!

With this thought, this Marquis' Eldest Son pulled out a scroll.

This scroll blazed violently!

With the scroll as the center, everything within a radius of 30 meters was burning, even steel would melt, truly a rare High Order Scroll.

For such a scroll, Windsor recognized it at once.

"Lori, what are you doing?"

Windsor spoke up.

"What am I doing?

Of course, I'm doing you—you wretched whore!

And you, this bunch of lowly bastards!

Now, turn off the Force Field Shield!

Otherwise, let's burn to ashes together!"

Lori was completely engulfed in madness, bellowing furiously.

"Are you insane?

Do you know what you are doing?"

Windsor was stunned.

She knew Lori was incompetent—after several tests, this lady had confirmed that this Marquis' Eldest Son was not only vain but also genuinely mindless, utterly incapable of inheriting the Ainhars Territory.

Even, this lady suspected that Kalal was brought back precisely because of this.

Because——

Lori could never pose any threat to Burton.

Or rather, that Marquis had not yet given up on his eldest son.

He hoped that by bringing Kalal back, he could pressure his eldest son into true growth.

But the effect was not apparent.

Instead, it pushed the Marquis' Eldest Son deeper into the mire.

Nobles are not incapable of employing schemes and tricks.

In fact, nobles are fond of schemes and tricks.

Because they save time, effort, and yield great returns.

However, the prerequisite is that you must have the ability to bear the consequences if these schemes fail.

You have to swallow that bitter fruit!

What Lori was doing at the moment was placing himself against all the nobles in Ainhars Territory, something a sane person would never do.

"Brother..."

Bang!

Burton barely started to speak to dissuade him when Lori kicked him down.

"Shut up!

You, the bastard who stole everything from me!

If it weren't for you, everything in Ainhars Territory would be mine!"

Lori roared.

The face of the Marquis' Eldest Son became unbelievably distorted at that moment.

He thought about how, with the birth of Burton, his parents' attention utterly shifted away from him, and every time he tried to catch up to his brother, his parents would always say, 'Burton did it long ago, how come you're just achieving it now.'

Time and time again.

Each time, those words pierced him.

And when he once again worked hard to catch up to Burton in swordsmanship, he believed that this time he had done well enough.

That time, just as he had anticipated, he won.

For the first time in his life, he had beaten his younger brother.

But what did he get in return?

'Relying on your age advantage to bully your younger brother, how skillful are you supposed to be?'

'Burton, you should add ten more minutes to your daily sword practice!'

The words of his parents plunged Lori into complete despair.

His relentless training night and day had been deemed bullying.

And his brother only needed to train ten more minutes each day to match his ceaseless efforts?

Why was it so unfair?

From that moment, Lori gave up.

He chose another path.

If he couldn't surpass him, then he would eliminate him.

"You! Kalal!

All cursed bastards..."

Lori shouted.

But his voice was abruptly cut off.

Because a dagger was thrust into the back of the Marquis' Eldest Son.

It was Little Tami!

The Baron's only son snatched the scroll from Lori's hand and immediately stepped back two paces to prevent Lori's retaliation.

"Gentlemen, you didn't think that by removing the force field shield, Lori would let us go, did you?

Having gone this far, he would definitely kill to silence us!"

Little Tami's words won everyone's agreement.

Burton was sobbing softly.

The Marquis' second son bowed his head, raising his right forearm to shield his eyes as if to block the tears, but his lips were uncontrollably turning up.

Almost no one witnessed this scene.

Except for Lori, who lay on the ground.

'Indeed! It's just as I thought!'

When Lori saw this smile, an uproar erupted in his heart again.

In that instant, the Marquis' Eldest Son understood a lot.

But it didn't matter anymore—

"Haha, go to hell, all of you!"

Laughing maniacally, the Marquis' Eldest Son took out another fiercely blazing scroll and tore it up.

The crimson glow was painfully glaring in the eyes of those with "spirituality."

Without hesitation, everyone used their escape tricks.

To enter the belly of the 'Devourer' meant death.

To stay in place meant death too.

But the former would delay death a little longer than the latter.

The instinct to survive made them choose the former.

Blazes scorched, light flashed continuously, as Lori and the guards were consumed by the fire.

While the remaining noble offspring entered the belly of the 'Devourer' Imola.

Darkness.

The pressing sensation from the movements of the intestines.

The corrosion brought by swirling stomach acid.

Most importantly, the feeling of life slipping away.

It almost instantly shattered the nobles' spirits.

Facing true despair, they were hardly stronger than Lori.

But they were lucky.

Because—

Arthur struck with his sword.

Splitting the Inland River.

He also sliced open the body of 'Devourer' Imola, driving away the darkness and bringing them light.

They were all immensely grateful.

But someone suddenly cried out—

"Burton, Tami are dead!"