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.

Cram was completely dumbfounded, no longer feeling terror as he

of Mystic Sky Sect–mention my name when you

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

three years ago,

think that

at him./ Scarless Gorm

395 He beckoned at Hans, who nodded

it was another name

to leave, his hands clasped behind his back.

the Larkins were wiped out overnight, Helen

to be told that he and his

she visited Frank’s hilltop mansion again… only for Winter

are you looking for?” Winter asked, still in her pajamas and groggy from sleep as she studied

accentuated by the black figure– hugging

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

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

Crack.

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

the sight of his son’s death, his eyes blood red as he bellowed at him, “Frank Lawrence! You

out their weapons, their blades

to move, but

show you what it means to have power,” he growled as the air around

stepped one foot forward, and shot toward the crowd

was no way to withstand the weight

blades could reach him, Frank would shattered the edges with nothing more than a

he passed, leaving Hans standing there in

reached Birthright again?” Frank’s cultivation had been crippled before, but he was now Birthright again in just three years, perhaps

genius,

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