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.

longer feeling terror as he only knew

my name when you see the reaper.”

Y– You’re Donn Lawrence?!” He never could have dreamed of

three

think that the freak

glanced at him./ Scarless Gorm recognized him,

beckoned at Hans, who

that, it was another

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

wiped out overnight, Helen was left

that he and his entire family ran away in fear of

she visited Frank’s hilltop mansion again… only

Winter asked, still in her pajamas and groggy from sleep

and had a perfect figure, accentuated by the black

pretty face like Winter in Frank’s house, and she looked young- as if she

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

Crack.

squeeze, Zeb stopped screaming, his eyes wide open even

death, his eyes blood red as he bellowed at him, “Frank

their weapons, their blades

about to move, but Frank stopped

me show you what it means to have power,” he growled as

shot toward

way to withstand the weight of a

before blades could reach him, Frank would shattered the edges with nothing

leaving Hans standing there in

cultivation had been crippled before, but he was

a genius, always a

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