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

a cool look at him. “Frank Lawrence, apprentice of Mystic Sky Sect–mention my name when you

even as he lay on the floor. “Mystic Sky Sect? Y– You’re Donn Lawrence?!” He never could have dreamed

three years ago, at

think that the

Gorm recognized him, and that

Hans, who

it was another name lost from

his hands clasped behind his back. “Keep it

wiped out overnight, Helen was

Zeb arrested, only to be told that he and his entire family ran away in

hilltop mansion again… only

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

accentuated

Frank’s

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

Crack.

just a little squeeze, Zeb stopped screaming, his eyes wide open even as he

hysterically at the sight of his son’s death, his eyes blood red as he bellowed at him,

out their weapons, their

about to move,

growled as the air around him swirled violently, his clothes flapping

foot forward, and shot

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

Frank would shattered the edges with nothing

leaving Hans standing there in

Lawrence reached Birthright again?” Frank’s cultivation had been crippled before, but he was now Birthright again in

a genius, always a

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