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 des shing 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 pping 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 des could reach him, Frank would shattered the edges with nothing more than a gentle


    ke, 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.


    “W–What are you…?” Cram waspletely dumbfounded, no longer feeling terror as he only knew


    confusion just then.


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


    when you see the reaper.”


    He waved his hand, and Cram was instantly decapitated.


    Scarless Gorm was trembling even as hey on the floor. “Mystic Sky Sect? Y–You’re Donn


    Lawrence?!”


    He never could have dreamed of provoking Donn Lawrence, the man who topped Skyrank!


    Was he not supposed to have been killed three years ago, at the battle of the South Sea?


    To think that the freak survived!


    Frank nced at him./


    Scarless Gorm recognized him, and that meant death.


    He beckoned at Hans, who nodded and swung his de.


    And with that, it was another name lost from Earthrank.


    With that, Frank turned to leave, his hands sped behind his back. “Keep it clean.”


    “Understood.” Hans nodded repeatedly.


    After the Larkins were wiped out overnight, Helen was left exasperated.


    She wanted Zeb arrested, only to be told that he and his entire family ran away in fear of punishment.


    The next morning, she visited Frank’s hilltop mansion again… only for Winter to receive him.


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


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    Helen.


    Helen was pretty and had a perfect figure, entuated by the ck figure–hugging shirt she


    wore.


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


    was still attending college.


    “I–I came to look for Frank.”


    –


    Winter raised a brow. Why were there always prettydies here every day, looking for Frank?