“Boom-”
A terrifying burst of energy erupted, carrying immense, unstoppable force.
The aura emanating from Flynn was oppressive, like a mountain crashing down, forcing everyone present to their knees.
Cora Caldwell, Madeline, Wayne, and the others in the hallway-all of them dropped to the ground. They weren’t cultivators; they couldn’t withstand Flynn’s overwhelming pressure.
The energy wave Flynn released lashed out like a whip, striking Layla directly.
“Bang!”
A deafening explosion filled the air.
The energy sphere Layla had barely formed in her hands exploded prematurely, sending her flying through the air, her body arching like a shrimp before she was flung backward at incredible speed.
“Boom!”
She crashed onto the ground, over ten meters away, clutching her chest as a streak of blood trickled from her lips.
Everyone froze. The scene was utterly silent.
Layla, a Great Grandmaster, had been hurled over ten meters by Flynn?
Everyone was in disbelief.
Wasn’t Flynn merely a Grandmaster? How could he possess such overwhelming strength? How could this be the outcome?
“This can’t be real. I must be dreaming,” someone murmured.
Yet, as they stared at Layla’s pained expression, they had no choice but to accept the truth.
Flynn approached Layla step by step, his presence like that of an emotionless god or demon.
His eyes bore a terrifying killing intent Layla had never seen before, an overwhelming force that shook her to her core.
He grabbed Layla by the collar and lifted her effortlessly.
Her usually cold and proud face now showed a rare mix of panic and unease.
The crowd collectively gasped, their breath caught in their throats.
Madeline, in particular, was utterly stunned, as if her soul had left her body.
Layla-Slatin’s most revered young leader, her lifelong idol, a shining star wherever she went-was now being manhandled by Flynn as though she were nothing.
It seemed as if Flynn only needed to exert a bit more force, and this esteemed woman would perish right then and there.
Three months ago, Flynn had been nothing more than a nobody. Now, he could effortlessly defeat Layla.
The shock of it all was beyond comprehension.
“Do you know why I didn’t retaliate all those times you gave me that icy glare?” Flynn’s voice was calm yet chilling.
“It’s because I wanted you to witness the fall of the Clark family and the Woods family with your own eyes.”
“I want to see how that proud, icy face of yours will transform-how desperate, how pitiful you’ll become!”
With a flick of his wrist, Flynn tossed Layla aside like a ragdoll, sending her crashing to the ground once again.
Though Flynn could have crippled her outright, he held back. Mabel, trembling in fear, was watching nearby. Flynn couldn’t risk unleashing his full power-he didn’t want Mabel to get caught in the crossfire.
“You… you’re a Semi Lesser Sovereign?” Layla wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, disbelief etched across her face as she stared at Flynn.
Only someone of Semi Lesser Sovereign rank could have sent her flying and inflicted such damage.
Two whole ranks above her.
How was this possible?
Wasn’t Flynn, three months ago, someone she considered utterly useless, someone who couldn’t even defeat a street thug?
A man she had no qualms about breaking off an engagement with.
A man she once thought would be a disgrace to Niarak, a stain on her reputation.
And yet, in just three months, he had defeated her not only in the field of medicine but also in cultivation.
He had surpassed her in every way.
She had been humiliated twice.
Even if Flynn’s medical skills had come from studying books, his cultivation strength was undeniably his own.
Flynn had completely overshadowed her.
For the first time, Layla couldn’t look down on him anymore.
Setting aside her connections and influence, in terms of pure strength, Flynn now stood above her.
“We’re not even in the same world anymore,” she thought bitterly.
“If you ever find yourself struggling, you can call me,” Layla had once said, arrogantly offering him two chances to beg for her help.
But would Flynn ever need that?
He had the power to dominate Niarak now.
Oh, and Flynn had said something else earlier.
She had used his techniques against him?
Whether or not the Eighteen Forms of the Celestial Blade was his creation, the fact that Flynn knew it-and that he had saved Rose and Madeline at Northview-proved that the note she’d received had come from him.
She had used the Eighteen Forms of the Celestial Blade and the body-tempering formula Flynn had left behind to become a Great Grandmaster.
And then, she’d flaunted her strength in front of him, challenging him the day he defeated Takada Kazuo.
Layla’s eyes trembled with humiliation. She realized she had been nothing but a clown in Flynn’s story.
“A Semi Lesser Sovereign? This… this…”
Madeline was equally stunned.
Her eyes blinked repeatedly as if trying to process the madness of it all.
Flynn wasn’t just a Grandmaster-he was a Semi Lesser Sovereign, someone on par with the Great Grandmaster peak.
In Niarak, aside from Cruz Brooks, the legendary War God, was there anyone else like him?
Even Sullivan Cox, a mere quasi-Grandmaster, was respected by elites like Orion Kennedy.
And Flynn… Flynn was a Semi Lesser Sovereign.
“Useless? The Kaur family always called him useless, but compared to him, who’s the real useless one?”
“If I hadn’t divorced him, the Kaur family would probably be the most powerful in all of Niarak by now. A Semi Lesser Sovereign… even Zion Watson would want to form ties with him.”
Madeline’s face turned pale, her head throbbing as she muttered incoherently to herself.
Even if Flynn’s medical skills remained a mystery, his cultivation rank alone was enough to make the Kaur family untouchable.
Not just in Niarak-even in Pelens, Flynn would be treated as an honored guest.
“My ex-husband is a Semi Lesser Sovereign…”
To someone like Madeline, a Semi Lesser Sovereign might as well be a god.
And she had personally let him go.
Flynn’s gaze swept past Madeline and landed on Layla.
“Now,” he said coldly, “can you two shut up?”
A Great Grandmaster-what was there to boast about?
So what if her medical skills were impressive? In the end, she was nothing but the disciple of his disciple.
As for Madeline… Flynn didn’t even want to waste words on her. If he had to comment, it would be that she was utterly worthless.
“Mercy… please,” Brody Brightmoon stammered, panicking as even Layla couldn’t stop Flynn.
“I was wrong. I’ll apologize to Mabel. I swear, I was wrong…”
Brody tried to salvage the situation, bowing his head in supplication.
But before he could finish, Flynn stomped on his hand.
“Crack!”
The sound of bones shattering echoed through the hallway.
Brody’s left hand was reduced to a mangled mess, white bone fragments protruding gruesomely.
“Aaagh!” Brody screamed in agony, his body breaking out in cold sweat.
“Crack!”
Another stomp.
His right hand met the same fate, crushed into pulp.
The onlookers were horrified, their eyes wide with shock. Even Cora Caldwell, who had seen plenty of violence, felt a chill run down her spine.
Layla, the pride of Slatin’s younger generation, had been ruthlessly flung aside.
Flynn, it seemed, had no regard for her status or beauty.
As for Brody Brightmoon, Flynn showed no hesitation in crippling him.
One bone at a time, Flynn ensured Brody experienced the utmost torment.
“Enough, Flynn! Stop it! Please, stop!”
Mabel’s voice trembled as she broke into tears.
“You’ve caused enough trouble, Flynn. Run! Run now, and I’ll cover for you. Please, just go…”
But before her plea could settle, a thunderous voice shattered the tension.
“The entire Langford family apologizes to Lord Valerian Nox!”
The voice, carrying the power of an Adept Greater Sovereign, thundered through the Four Season Hotel, reverberating like divine judgment.