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

Lawrence, apprentice of Mystic Sky Sect–mention my name when you see the

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

been killed three years ago, at the battle

think that the freak

Gorm recognized him, and

at Hans, who nodded and swung

was another name lost from

behind his

wiped out overnight,

he and

next morning, she visited Frank’s hilltop mansion again… only for

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

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

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

Winter raised a brow. Why were there

Crack.

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

eyes blood red as he bellowed at him, “Frank Lawrence! You will die for this!

out their weapons, their blades flashing blindingly as

move, but Frank stopped

he growled as

stepped one foot forward, and shot toward the

were sent flying–there was no way to withstand the

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

leaving Hans

been crippled before, but he was now

a genius,

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