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.

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

of Mystic Sky Sect–mention my name when

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

killed three

think that

Scarless Gorm recognized him,

Hans, who nodded

it was another name lost from

behind his back.

Larkins were wiped out overnight, Helen

arrested, only to be told that he and

Frank’s hilltop mansion again… only for Winter

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

a perfect figure, accentuated by the black figure–

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

look for Frank.” – Winter raised a brow. Why were there always pretty ladies here every day, looking for

Crack.

little squeeze, Zeb stopped screaming, his eyes

sight of his son’s death, his eyes blood red

men whipped out their weapons, their blades flashing

move, but Frank

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

stepped one foot forward, and shot

flying–there was no way to withstand the weight of

with nothing more than

leaving Hans standing

cultivation had been crippled before, but he was now Birthright again in just three years, perhaps even

genius, always a

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