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.

dumbfounded, no longer feeling terror as he only

Sky Sect–mention my name when

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

three years ago, at the battle

that the

him./ Scarless Gorm

He beckoned at Hans, who

with that, it was another name lost

behind his

After the Larkins were wiped out overnight, Helen

he and his entire family ran away in fear

next morning, she visited Frank’s hilltop mansion

her pajamas and

accentuated

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

Winter raised a brow. Why were

Crack.

little squeeze, Zeb stopped screaming,

eyes blood red as he

All of Cram’s men whipped out their weapons, their blades flashing blindingly as they charged

to move, but

growled as the air around him swirled violently, his

one foot forward, and shot

were sent flying–there was no way to withstand the weight of a truck

edges with nothing more than a gentle flake,

wherever he passed, leaving Hans standing

crippled before, but he was now Birthright again in just three years, perhaps even stronger than

genius,

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