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.

you…?” Cram was completely dumbfounded, no longer feeling terror as

of Mystic Sky Sect–mention my name when

he lay on the floor. “Mystic Sky Sect? Y– You’re Donn Lawrence?!” He never could have dreamed of provoking

he not supposed to have been killed three years ago, at the battle

think that the

Gorm recognized him, and that meant

395 He beckoned at Hans, who nodded and

was another

leave, his hands clasped behind

Larkins were wiped out overnight, Helen was left

to be told that he and his

visited Frank’s hilltop mansion

in her pajamas and groggy from sleep as she

perfect figure, accentuated

Winter in Frank’s house, and she

Why were there always pretty ladies here every day, looking

Crack.

a little squeeze, Zeb stopped screaming, his eyes wide open even as he

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

him!!!” All of Cram’s men whipped out their weapons, their blades flashing blindingly

about to move, but Frank stopped

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

one foot forward, and shot toward the crowd like

no way to

could reach him, Frank would shattered the edges with nothing more than

passed, leaving

reached Birthright again?” Frank’s cultivation had been crippled before, but he was now Birthright

a genius, always

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