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

of Mystic Sky Sect–mention my name when

Sky Sect? Y– You’re Donn Lawrence?!” He

three years ago, at the battle of the

that the

Scarless Gorm recognized him, and that meant

at Hans, who

it was another name

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

were wiped

that he and his entire

mansion again… only for Winter to receive

her

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

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

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

Crack.

little squeeze, Zeb stopped screaming,

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

of Cram’s men whipped out their weapons, their blades flashing

about to move, but Frank stopped

growled as the air around him

shot

was no way to withstand the

edges with

he passed, leaving Hans

Frank’s cultivation had been crippled before, but he was now

genius,

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