You've got some audacious ideas after seeing me create a hundred beautiful clones?

Enshrouded in a Ghost Energy, Callum closed in on Yao with lightning speed. His hands, dark as ink, unleashed a rapid succession of palm strikes. 

Driven by his fury, Callum engaged his supernatural abilities; his speed was so astonishingly fast that even Ares couldn't react in time. 

Seventeen palms struck squarely against Yao's chest, causing it to burst open. 

With eyes bulging, Yao had never anticipated meeting his end in such a way. In his final moments, his gaze fixated in the direction of Dark Hell City.

"Despicable!" Callum snarled, grabbing Yao's lifeless body and hurling it to the ground. He turned his icy gaze toward the remaining Ghost Imperial at Yao's side.

"I—I agree with you! Alexander is a good man, an incredibly good man! Yao must've been speaking nonsense out of jealousy!" The Ghost Imperial hurriedly tried to distance himself from Yao, visibly shaken by Callum's menacing look.