A terrifying burst of power erupted outward.At that instant, Adrian launched a powerful punch, meeting his opponent's fist head-on.The clash generated a shockwave, sending sparks flying in every direction.The Holy Son fixed a cold glare on Adrian and roared, "Brat, let's see how you die this time!"He relished the idea of watching Adrian fall, convinced the moment of his enemy's defeat had finally arrived.He intended to hurl Adrian off the staircase, forcing him into a state of utter despair—a fate worse than death.The pressure crushing down on Adrian far exceeded what the Holy Son himself could withstand.The destructive force around them felt capable of pulverizing a mountain into dust.Yet Adrian remained unfazed. A cold, indifferent smile played on his lips. "Is that so? Do you really think you'll win with such petty tricks?"To Adrian, the Holy Son was a mere nuisance. Without his powerful connections, he wouldn't even warrant a passing glance.Had the Holy Son know
The Holy Son had never endured such humiliation. In his world, he was always the oppressor—no one dared challenge him.His gaze fixed on Adrian, eyes dark and cold. If looks could kill, Adrian would have perished a thousand times.Before he could react, Adrian's fist crashed into his right shoulder with bone-shattering force.A sickening crack echoed through the air."Ahh!" A scream of agony tore from the Holy Son's throat.In moments, he was defeated.Below, Andy watched the scene unfold, stunned. He'd hoped Adrian would put the arrogant Holy Son in his place, but seeing it happen left him speechless."That's the Holy Son," he muttered in disbelief.Yet in Adrian's hands, he looked like worthless trash.Above, a faint smile tugged at Finnian's lips. "Haha! This kid is truly remarkable. He never stops surprising us."Suddenly, a figure shot down from the clouds—a middle-aged man from Sacred Lunaland. His face darkened as he took in the sight of the humiliated Holy Son sprawle
The Holy Son cast a cold glance at Andy.Adrian ignored them both, fixing his gaze on the staircase ahead.His focus remained unwavering. Now that one nuisance had been dealt with, he intended to press forward. If he'd been certain he could kill the Holy Son earlier, he wouldn't have hesitated.For Adrian, leaving loose ends was never an option. When he chose to kill, he made sure the deed was done.That was his nature—a man of decisive action. With calm resolve, he resumed his ascent, stepping deliberately and methodically up the heavenly stairs.From below, Andy watched and scoffed. "Haha, I knew Adrian wasn't ordinary. Seems like these so-called elites aren't that impressive after all."The Holy Son glared at Adrian, seething with killing intent.Adrian, however, remained unfazed, his attention fixed elsewhere.Suddenly, he sensed a mysterious force emanating from the clouds above the staircase. It seemed to be calling to him, though its nature was unclear.Meanwhile, Finni
Adrian's face darkened.Spatial fragments hurtling toward him radiated lethal force. On closer inspection, each shard bristled with deadly intent.Terrifying energies erupted, shaking the void as if it might collapse entirely.Below, the Holy Son observed with a cold smirk. "Hahaha! Let's see how you survive this. With the gravitational force on you now exceeding 80,000 units, you're nothing but an overconfident ant."Adrian shot him an icy glance. "Oh? Then you're not even on par with an ant."The Holy Son trembled with fury. He burned with the urge to strike Adrian down.Adrian had become both his greatest humiliation and the demon haunting his heart. Unless he destroyed Adrian, his future ambitions would remain stifled.In the distance, Kurt watched grimly. He hadn't expected Adrian to grow so formidable or to trigger such pivotal events.Adrian's suppression of the Holy Son only confirmed the man's long-held suspicion: Adrian was no ordinary immortal.Now that Adrian had p
The crimson divine lightning was an ancient, destructive force, capable of annihilating a person instantly, reducing both body and soul to nothingness.Despite this peril, Adrian stood unfazed, exuding an almost defiant calm that struck onlookers as recklessly suicidal.A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he dismissed Andy's warning.Once Adrian made a decision, others' opinions became meaningless. What mattered was whether his actions aligned with his expectations.Within him, energy began to circulate.The violent crackle of lightning roared through the sky, sending a bone-chilling resonance across the land.Many trembled at the ominous sound.Adrian's expression hardened as his body emitted faint crackling sounds.The crimson lightning's devastating power surged through him, making every cell in his body tremble under its crushing intensity.Yet, despite the searing pain, a glimmer of satisfaction lit his eyes. He knew exactly what needed to be done.Adrian l
Swallowston, the biggest city in Navia.Something astounding happened.A private cruise ship appeared on the horizon of the Swallowston Sea. Hundreds of fighter jets escorted the ship from the air while an aircraft carrier sailed behind it. Cars pulled over and onlookers were stopped behind a yellow line. All to open up a path for a legend.The person was rumored to be a bigshot, the protector of Swallowston, bearing the title of “War Legate.”“Welcome back, War Legate!” a roar came from the pier where ten thousand soldiers were lined up, looking in high spirits.A young man disembarked from the ship. He looked majestic with his head held high. He had an air of confidence that could change the mood of wherever he went and seemed unbeatable.The man was a legend in the military and a hero of the country. He was given the title of “War Legate” and was only second to one other person. He founded the Blood Corps which was sharp as a sword and was undefeatable. This man was a legend
“What? The war legate is coming?” Everyone’s eyes grew wide upon hearing the news.“Wilfred, who is this war legate? Was he the one…” Leonard was in awe.There was only one person who held that title in all of Navia—the leader of the Blood Corps. There was no other like him.The entire city of Swallowston had to accommodate the man’s every move today.“Who else? Of course, it’s the Bellum Legate who had a ten thousand soldier-strong blockade today.”“Heavens, he’s coming to our home?”“Grandfather is so famous that even the legate is coming to see him?”The legate was well-known among the citizens, but few had ever seen him.“The gods are smiling upon our family.” Harold raised his hands. “Ever since Henry’s death, our family has been blessed with wave after wave of prosperity. Even the legate is coming to celebrate my birthday!”Everyone present was excited. What had they done to deserve attention from the legate?The Xanders were overjoyed.***“Father, the legate is almos
After saying that, Adrian left Xander Manor with his mother and sister.There was no reason for him to stay any longer.***Once they left, Cecelia said, “He thinks he’s so important after having been in the army for only seven years? He thinks he can tear down our family? What a joke.”Everyone burst out laughing.“Wilfred, can you find out when the legate will be arriving?” Harold put the matter aside and asked his son.“Yes, Father.” Wilfred nodded, then quickly called the person who had contacted him earlier.The Xanders started getting ready. The women put on makeup so they could present their best selves to the legate.After some time, Wildred turned to his father awkwardly. “Father, they said that he was here and just left.”“What?” Harold was worried.He came and left? Why?He turned to look at them and anxiously asked, “Did you see anyone come in?”“No one else other than Adrian.” Everyone shrugged.Harold took a deep breath. Did he miss his chance for a big break?