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.

was completely dumbfounded, no longer feeling terror as he only knew confusion

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

Y– You’re Donn Lawrence?!”

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

think that the freak

Scarless Gorm recognized

He beckoned at Hans, who nodded and swung his

it was another name lost

clasped behind his

After the Larkins were wiped out

that he and his entire

visited Frank’s hilltop mansion again… only for Winter

still in her pajamas and groggy from sleep as she

a perfect figure, accentuated

like Winter in Frank’s house,

raised a brow. Why were there always pretty ladies here every day, looking for

Crack.

little squeeze, Zeb stopped screaming, his eyes wide open even

blood red as he bellowed at him, “Frank Lawrence!

weapons, their blades flashing blindingly as they charged at

was about to move,

have power,” he growled as the air around him swirled violently, his

forward, and shot toward the crowd like a

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

Frank would shattered the edges with nothing

he passed, leaving

crippled before, but he was now Birthright again in

genius, always

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