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