At this moment, Sigmund Wynter was clearly about to use force to make Pandora Wynter kneel and admit her mistakes.
Pandora Wynter, at the late stage of Nascent Soul, turned pale in the face of the overwhelming pressure from a peak Late-stage Hollow Void cultivator.
“Big brother, what are you doing?”
Jerome Wynter’s expression changed as he prepared to intervene and stop Sigmund Wynter.
However, just then, a fist imprint shot out.
This fist imprint carried an intimidating force, tearing through space and causing turbulent currents wherever it passed.
It was shrouded in black lightning and flames that danced around it.
Facing this fist imprint, Sigmund Wynter felt a jolt of fear. He halted his advance towards Pandora Wynter and quickly sidestepped half a meter.
At the same time, he unhesitatingly struck out with his palm to meet the fist imprint.
As his palm struck out, it transformed into a fiery bird, carrying intense flames as it collided with the fist imprint.
This move was one of the Ancient Wynter Family’s level-five ultimate techniques: Fire Phoenix Sweep!
However, in the next instant, as the fist imprint collided with the fiery bird, the bird was instantly reduced to ashes.
Thud!
Following that, the fist imprint mercilessly struck Sigmund Wynter’s left shoulder!
With a muffled sound, Sigmund Wynter’s entire left arm was shattered by the fist imprint.
Blood sprayed as he was sent flying backward.
The protective true energy of a peak Late-stage Hollow Void cultivator seemed fragile in the face of this punch.
Even after landing, Sigmund Wynter felt a strange and violent energy spreading from his severed arm throughout his body.
This energy caused his entire body to go numb and began to erode and burn his life force.
Its power and strangeness made Sigmund Wynter feel a hint of panic!
“So what if I defy you as the patriarch?
From now on, you are no longer the patriarch.”
At this moment, a tall figure stood in front of Pandora Wynter.
His cold eyes stared at Sigmund Wynter!
“Lachlan?”
Pandora Wynter looked at him and immediately cried out in joy, tears streaming down her face.
“Lachlan, you’re out? You really came out?”
Jerome Wynter also looked at Lachlan with surprise and delight.
The one who had shattered Sigmund Wynter’s arm with a single punch could only be Lachlan.
“Yes! Aunt Pandora, Grandpa, I’m sorry for worrying you.”
Lachlan nodded, his gaze falling on the two of them, especially Pandora Wynter. He couldn’t help but show a touch of emotion and warmth.
Given his current soul realm, he was fully aware of everything happening within his divine sense’s range.
Just after emerging from the Lost Land, he knew everything that had transpired here.
He had quickly rushed over from the Fire Spiritual Vein.
Creating his own Dao in the Lost Land had made Lachlan lose track of time.
He hadn’t expected that more than ten days had passed.
During these ten days, Pandora Wynter had been waiting outside for him all along.
Her care and concern moved Lachlan deeply, making him feel a long-lost motherly love from Aunt Pandora.
So when he learned that Sigmund Wynter not only cursed him to die in the Lost Land but also forced Aunt Pandora to kneel and admit her mistakes, Lachlan was filled with rage.
At the critical moment, he had thrown a punch intending to kill Sigmund Wynter!
However, Sigmund had reacted quickly enough to avoid a fatal blow, losing only an arm instead.
Otherwise, if the punch had hit his heart, even the patriarch of the Wynter family at the peak of Late-stage Hollow Void would have fallen on the spot!
“It’s good that you’re back! It’s good that you’re back!”
“I knew it, Lachlan. I knew you would come back safely! Indeed!”
“It must be your mother’s spirit in heaven protecting you!”
Pandora Wynter looked at Lachlan with tears of joy in her eyes as she spoke.
Jerome Wynter also looked relieved!
However, when he glanced at the crippled Sigmund Wynter, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.
He couldn’t help but feel that things might have become complicated now.
At this moment, compared to Pandora and Jerome Wynter’s excitement, Sigmund Wynter and several elders of the Wynter family showed expressions of disbelief and anger.
Sigmund quickly used his true energy to seal off the blood vessels in his left arm to stop further bleeding.
His eyes were filled with intense shock and anger as he glared at Lachlan.
“Lachlan, you… you dare cripple my arm?”
Sigmund gritted his teeth as he spoke.
Saying this, he took out a jade talisman from his body and crushed it.
This jade talisman was used by the patriarch to seek help from the two ancestors in critical moments.
Lachlan’s punch had left Sigmund deeply shaken; he still felt a chill down his spine.
He knew he wasn’t Lachlan’s match. Even with the help of the elders around him, they probably wouldn’t stand a chance.
So he didn’t hesitate to summon the two ancestors for help.
“Cripple your arm? If you hadn’t dodged quickly, I would have killed you with that punch!”
“Dare to insult my Aunt Pandora? What if I kill you?”
Lachlan snorted coldly, his face stern as he spoke.
His tone carried intense coldness and dominance.
Hearing this, Sigmund’s pupils contracted sharply in shock and anger: “Lachlan, do you want to go against the entire Ancient Wynter Family?”
Several other elders also pointed at Lachlan and questioned him repeatedly.
“You’re too arrogant!”
“How dare you harm our patriarch within our family’s territory? Do you think no one in the Wynter family can deal with you?”
“The two ancestors will be here soon. Just wait to face their wrath!”
As their words fell, Lachlan sneered: “Patriarch? Who is the patriarch?
I remember Ancestor Garraway and Ancestor Salazar saying before I entered the Lost Land that if I could eliminate the source of misfortune for the Wynter family and come out alive from the Lost Land, I would be the patriarch of the Ancient Wynter Family!”