In front of outsiders, even his own wife and children, Xanthakos could maintain the facade of a virtuous and compassionate man. But in front of Quentyn, he could not pretend to be righteous. Quentyn had been with him since they embarked on their path of cultivation. They knew each other’s pasts and deepest secrets.

Quentyn sighed and said, “You’re no match for James. In terms of benevolence, righteousness, decisiveness, wisdom, and strength, you fall short in every aspect compared to him.

“Perhaps once, you brought hope to the beings of the Greater Realms. They revered and worshiped you, seeing you as someone who could become their lord. However, your desire and selfishness for power destroyed all of that.”

Quentyn's face twitched with extreme pain, and he instinctively reached for the wound on his lower back.

Seeing this, Xanthakos clenched his fists, his face twitching with barely contained rage.

Quentyn sighed and said sentimentally, “Our brotherhood has come to an end. I didn’