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.

are you…?” Cram was completely dumbfounded, no longer feeling

my name when you see the reaper.” He waved his hand,

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

supposed to have been killed three

think that

glanced at him./ Scarless Gorm recognized

at Hans, who

it was another name lost from

Frank turned to leave, his hands clasped behind his back. “Keep it clean.” “Understood.” Hans

the Larkins were wiped out overnight, Helen was

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

hilltop mansion again… only for Winter

her pajamas and groggy

a perfect figure, accentuated by the black figure– hugging shirt

in Frank’s house, and she looked

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

Crack.

stopped screaming, his eyes wide open even

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

him!!!” All of Cram’s men whipped out their weapons, their

about to move, but Frank stopped

growled as

and shot toward the crowd

way to withstand the weight of

edges with nothing more than a gentle flake, his pure vigor flowing around

leaving Hans

crippled before, but he was now Birthright

genius,

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