“Lawson Langford, years ago, you participated in the hunt for my mother and persecuted my Aunt Mabel’s family.” Flynn’s voice was calm, yet it carried a chilling undertone.
“Today, you will pay with your life!”
As Flynn stared at Lawson Langford, his mind was flooded with images of his mother drenched in blood and the grotesque scars on Aunt Mabel’s wrist.
A thunderclap erupted in the skies above the Langford family estate, bringing with it a force of destruction that seemed as though the heavens were collapsing. Like a blazing meteor tearing through the dark night, it left those present feeling as if their very souls were being ripped apart.
“What?! You’re Adrianna’s son-the outcast of the Clark family?!” Lawson Langford’s fierce eyes flashed with shock and doubt.
The overwhelming aura emanating from Flynn made him shudder. How could this discarded son possess such power? Hadn’t Vicente Clark claimed that Flynn was nothing more than a failure?
“Even with Adrianna’s medical texts, he was supposed to be merely a Grandmaster, weaker than trash!” Lawson thought to himself, incredulous. “But a Grandmaster could never unleash this kind of power. This… this is the strength of a Semi Greater Sovereign!”
Lawson sneered, though his confidence faltered. “So what if you’re Adrianna’s son? Yes, I helped the Clark family hunt your mother back then. I even struck her once! But what can you do about it?”
With a wave of his hand, Lawson commanded, “Attack him! Bring him down!”
The Langford family’s forces leapt into action. Three Semi Greater Sovereigns, dozens of Great Grandmasters, and hundreds of Grandmasters charged toward Flynn like an unstoppable tidal wave. The storm of power they unleashed swept through the air, shaking the very earth beneath their feet.
The Langford estate trembled under the weight of the energy. Wind roared, and the sky seemed to collapse as if mountains were crumbling before their eyes.
Lawson Langford smirked, confident in his army’s ability to overwhelm Flynn. “Even gods would fear such a scene!”
However, in the next moment, the atmosphere shifted.
“Boom!”
Flynn took a single step forward. The ground beneath him quaked violently, and shockwaves rippled through the air with deafening sonic booms. The overwhelming pressure descended like a massive celestial hand, shaking the heavens and the earth.
Even from a hundred meters away, Lawson felt the suffocating weight of Flynn’s aura. His chest tightened, and his mind teetered on the brink of collapse. Cold fear seeped into his very bones as if he were standing in the depths of a hellish battlefield.
In an instant, silence fell over the battlefield.
The air froze.
Every one of the thousands of cultivators charging toward Flynn came to a halt, their bodies immobilized as if frozen in time. The three Semi Greater Sovereigns were suspended mid-air, their faces turning a ghastly shade of purple. Sweat poured down their faces in large beads, yet they couldn’t move a muscle, no matter how much strength they mustered.
Flynn moved.
His gaze locked onto Lawson Langford as he walked forward, step by measured step, through the sea of immobilized cultivators. Each step reverberated like a death knell, and those who could still see trembled in despair.
To them, Flynn was no longer a man-he was the master of the heavens and the earth, an unstoppable force of nature.
“Who else in the Langford family was involved in the events of that year?” Flynn’s voice was deep and resonant, like a divine judgment echoing from the void.
Lawson Langford, stripped of all arrogance, stammered, “It… it was me… and those three Semi Greater Sovereigns…”
Before the words had fully left his mouth, there was a deafening explosion.
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
Without Flynn so much as sparing them a glance, the three Semi Greater Sovereigns erupted into clouds of blood. The sheer force of the destruction left everyone in stunned silence.
The crowd was paralyzed with fear. Semi Greater Sovereigns-beings capable of shaping the tides of power-had been obliterated without Flynn even lifting a finger.
This was no ordinary man. This was a monster, an unparalleled genius, a living nightmare.
Lawson Langford’s mind raced. An epiphany struck him like lightning. “Flynn… Flynn is Lord Valerian Nox!”
The realization hit with earth-shattering clarity. Flynn, the man who had emerged as a legend in recent months, rumored to reside in Niarak’s Jade Dragon Mountain, was standing before him.
Flynn was Lord Valerian Nox-the youngest Earthly Sovereign!
Lawson’s body trembled uncontrollably. Blood oozed from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth as the sheer weight of this revelation crushed his spirit.
“Lord Valerian Nox, I was wrong! Please, spare me! I’ll be your most loyal servant! I’ll give up all the Langford family’s assets! I’ll kneel before the Duffy family if you wish!”
Tears streamed down Lawson’s face as he begged for his life, consumed by the terror of Flynn’s power.
But no amount of pleading could save him.
“Boom!”
A sickening crack echoed as Lawson Langford’s head exploded, cutting off his desperate cries. His lifeless body crumpled to the ground, a headless corpse.
The once-mighty underground king of Slatin, Lawson Langford, was dead.
Flynn turned to Chase Langford, who stood frozen in terror. Flynn grabbed him and slapped him across the face ten times, each strike reverberating like thunder. Chase’s face was left unrecognizable, blood and broken teeth spilling from his mouth.
“Today, you slapped Mia twice. I’ve returned the favor tenfold. Do you have any objections?” Flynn’s voice was icy.
Chase, dazed and trembling, stammered, “N-no… Thank you, Lord Valerian Nox, for your mercy…”
Flynn released him, his voice calm. “From now on, you are the head of the Langford family.”
Without another word, Flynn turned and walked away from the Langford estate. No one dared to stop him. No one dared to speak.
The message was clear. If Chase Langford failed to act wisely after this, he wouldn’t live to see another day.