Yed, who was thrown to the ground, could see ahead with his one good eye, which soon lit up with excitement and delight.
“Hahaha!” He laughed raspily and shrilly. “That’s what you deserve… Hahaha!!!”
It was not just him—everyone could see it too, the moment when Frank’s head would blow up like a watermelon.
Ned’s fingers clenched on the car door and closed his eyes in anguish!
“Hmm.”
On the other hand, Frank was simply watching as Ciril’s fist streaked toward him thunderously.
At this moment, he genuinely understood that the Jankos truly had the disposition to replace the Lawrences as one of the Four Families of Morhen.
Even in a stupor, Ciril could wreak such devastation upon all around him. In all certainty, he could prove to be a match for Fenton, Frank’s father’s valet!
However, there was no way Frank would fall here.
“Death Eater,” he murmured, and a burst of red pure vigor unfurled away from Frank like a raging storm.
As everyone was left stupefied, the death aura released caused the temperature around them to fall by over a dozen celsius!
“T-That’s the Death Eater.. The signature move of the Lord of the Southern Woods, which he used to carve a path of carnage into Talnam…”
Lothar immediately recognized the technique Frank used. Being an insider himself, he quickly realized who Frank really was.
After all, the Death Eater would only be taught to heirs of direct lineage, and no one else.
In other words, Frank was the son of the Lord of the Southern Woods!
“Could he be the only missing apprentice of the Mystic Sky Sect, Donn Lawrence?!”
Even as the thought struck Lothar, Frank moved.
“Terrapin… Breaker!!!”
Within a single split second, Frank replicated Ciril’s technique and launched it at Ciril.
Fist met fist, although Frank’s knuckle was shrouded with streaks of blood-red bolts that flared brighter than Ciril’s pure vigor.
Bang!!!
A horrific explosion erupted around Ciril right then, and a blinding flash soon ensued, stunning everyone around them for an instant.
Then, a surging heat wave unfurled, blowing apart what remains of the main Janko mansion.
The luxury cars that were parked outside were all sent flying, rolling as they crashed into the distance.
Hal, who had been hiding in a corner throughout, screamed as the heat wave sent him soaring into the air, before landing square on the rebar his father was holding on to for dear life.
Shunk!
Yed had never seen his own son’s chest being pierced by the rebar and was even pulling him down as hard as he could to block the debris flying towards him.
When the storm finally subsided, the Janko retainer closest to Ciril finally dared to open their tear-filled eyes.
And when he did, he was frozen stiff, shock showing his face when he saw what was before him.
“Bleurgh…”
Lothar had to cough out a mouthful of dust and wipe his face as hard as he could, before turning with considerable effort toward the epicenter.
Then, he too was left stunned.
He had imagined many outcomes… but not this!
When Ned regained his vision and scrambled to his feet to look as well, he was equally stunned.
Soon, everyone else saw it—Frank’s shirt was torn into pieces, but he stood his ground, his expression impassive while the death aura around him was gone.
On the other hand, Ciril—head of the Janko family and a man who had reached the peak of Ascendant rank—was topless.
And he was on his knees, staying motionless in front of Frank.
Clearly, Frank won the collision of fists between them.
