Crack.

With just a little squeeze, Zeb stopped screaming, his eyes wide open even as he died.

“No!!!” Cram screamed hysterically at the sight of his son’s death, his eyes blood red as he bellowed at him, “Frank Lawrence! You will die for this! Kill him!

Kill him!!!” All of Cram’s men whipped out their weapons, their blades flashing blindingly as they charged at Frank.

Hans was about to move, but Frank stopped him.

“Let me show you what it means to have power,” he growled as the air around him swirled violently, his clothes flapping loudly in turn.

He stepped one foot forward, and shot toward the crowd like a bullet.

With a punch, four men were sent flying–there was no way to withstand the weight of a truck crashing towards them.

Even before blades could reach him, Frank would shattered the edges with nothing more than a gentle flake, his pure vigor flowing around him.

Screams ensued wherever he passed, leaving Hans standing there in shock.

“Mr. Lawrence reached Birthright again?” Frank’s cultivation had been crippled before, but he was now Birthright again in just three years, perhaps even stronger than before.

Truly–once a genius, always a genius.

As Frank took down the fiftyish bodyguards of the Larkins in no time at all, there was not so much as a smear of blood on his hands.

It was as if nothing ever happened.

dumbfounded, no longer

apprentice of Mystic Sky Sect–mention my name when you see the reaper.” He

floor. “Mystic Sky Sect? Y– You’re Donn Lawrence?!” He never

killed three years ago,

think that the

at him./ Scarless Gorm recognized him, and that

He beckoned at Hans, who

with that, it was

hands clasped behind his back. “Keep it clean.” “Understood.” Hans nodded

were wiped out

Zeb arrested, only to be told that he and his entire family ran away in

she visited Frank’s hilltop mansion

looking for?” Winter asked, still in her pajamas and groggy

figure, accentuated by the black figure– hugging shirt she

to see a pretty face like Winter in Frank’s house, and

raised a brow. Why were

Crack.

screaming, his eyes wide open

hysterically at the sight of his son’s death, his eyes blood red as he bellowed at him, “Frank Lawrence! You

of Cram’s men whipped out their weapons, their blades flashing blindingly as

about to move, but Frank stopped

you what it means to have power,” he growled as the air around him swirled violently, his clothes flapping

and shot toward the crowd

four men were sent flying–there was no way to withstand

the edges with nothing

ensued wherever he passed, leaving Hans

he was now Birthright

genius, always

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