Timothy stood frozen in shock. Felix had severed both of Dexter's legs with just a flick of his finger, leaving the notorious criminal barely clinging to life with just his upper body.

At that moment, Timothy understood something. Felix had to have achieved the Innate Realm. Nothing else explained such overwhelming power.

Good God, wasn't Felix just supposed to be a traditional medicine practitioner? Sure, the best practitioners train in both medicine and martial arts, but this is ridiculous!

"Perhaps this is your destiny." Felix gazed into Solomon's struggling eyes before striking with his palm. In that final moment, Solomon managed to smile. It was rigid and unnatural but filled with unmistakable relief.

"Mr. Hunter, would you call this self-defense?" Felix asked.

Timothy let out a bitter laugh, his demeanor now completely different from their first meeting. "Absolutely."

With one step, Felix sent Dexter's four zombie warriors flying, never to rise again. Timothy's men rus