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.

completely dumbfounded, no longer feeling terror as he

Sect–mention my name when you see

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

to have been killed three years ago, at the

that

him./ Scarless Gorm recognized

at Hans, who nodded and swung his

it was another name

leave, his hands clasped behind his

were wiped out overnight, Helen was left

he and

hilltop mansion again… only

in her pajamas and groggy from sleep as she

figure, accentuated by the black figure– hugging

was surprised to see a pretty face like Winter in Frank’s house, and she looked young- as if

– Winter raised a brow. Why were

Crack.

screaming, his eyes wide

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

out their weapons, their

move, but

power,” he growled as the air around him

forward, and shot toward the

no way to withstand the weight of a truck

him, Frank would shattered the edges with nothing more than

passed, leaving Hans standing there

before, but he was now Birthright

genius,

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