The heavy wooden doors of the Watson family's ancestral hall crashed open with a thunderous bang. Jack Sullivan strode in, dragging the bound Carl Bennett behind him like a piece of luggage. The young Watson heir stumbled and fell to his knees in the center of the hall, his expensive suit torn and dirty."Is the Watson family still alive?" Jack Sullivan's voice boomed through the ancient hall, carrying the weight of absolute authority. "Jack Sullivan is here to collect his debt!"The dozens of Watson family members and servants who had been going about their business froze in terror. No one had ever dared to speak in such a manner within these sacred walls—the very heart of Watson family power.Jack Sullivan stood tall in the center of the hall, his presence dominating the space. He wasn't hiding behind false names or pretending to be someone else. This was Jack Sullivan, leader of the River Region, and everyone would know exactly who was bringing judgment to their door."Help me!" Ca

Carl Williams writhed on the ground, clutching his chest where Jack Sullivan's counter-attack had landed. The deadly poison he had tried to use was now coursing through his own veins."This is impossible!" Carl Williams gasped, foam bubbling from his mouth. "How did you turn my own poison against me?"Jack Sullivan held up the small vial he had taken from Carl Williams during their exchange. "You Watson family members are so proud of your poison techniques. But you're sloppy with your tools.""Give me the antidote!" Carl Williams begged, his body convulsing as the toxin spread. "Please! I'll do anything!""The same mercy you showed my fifty-six men?" Jack asked coldly. "I don't think so."Carl Senior struggled to his feet, but Jack Sullivan had already moved. With lightning speed, he forced another dose of poison down the patriarch's throat."No!" Carl Senior choked, trying to spit out the liquid. "This isn't how it's supposed to end!""You're right," Jack replied. "It should have end

Jack Sullivan walked through the blood-soaked Watson mansion, stepping over the corpses of his enemies without emotion. In the family's private vault, he found what he was looking for—a small jade box containing a rare poisonous herb known as the "Soul Virus Root.""Perfect timing," he muttered, feeling the purple toxins from Carl Poison's attack still coursing through his veins. The rare herb would not only neutralize the poison but potentially trigger his breakthrough to the Pulse Realm.He sat cross-legged in the center of the devastated hall, surrounded by the bodies of fifty-six Watson family members, and began his cultivation process.Two thousand miles away, on a secluded island shrouded in morning mist, an elderly man sat peacefully by the water's edge with a simple fishing rod. Victor Hunter, the legendary leader of the Green Gang, had been in seclusion for three years, pursuing the ultimate martial breakthrough.The tranquil scene was shattered when his disciple Billy Carter

Hannah Shaw knelt beside Anna Young's unconscious form in the resort lobby, tears streaming down her face as panicked guests gathered around them."Someone help her!" Hannah cried desperately. "That old man did something to her!""We should call a doctor," one guest suggested."No!" Hannah shook her head frantically. "Only Jack Sullivan can help her now. But I don't know where he is!"She looked around helplessly, realizing that the one person who could save Anna Young was completely unreachable, deep in cultivation somewhere in the ruins of the Watson mansion.Victor Hunter arrived at Snow Forest, a pristine wilderness area famous for its untouched beauty and dangerous terrain. The ancient trees stretched toward the sky, their branches heavy with fresh snow."This will do perfectly," Victor Hunter said to Billy Carter as they surveyed the area.Victor Hunter raised his hands, and his internal energy began to flow outward. Slowly, dozens of energy constructs began to form—beautiful sw

In the snowy clearing, Victor Hunter remained perched atop his tree, his magical swallows circling lazily around him. The assembled crowd of wealthy spectators and their martial arts masters watched in tense silence.William Smith, a portly businessman from one of North Harbor's influential families, grew increasingly impatient as the minutes ticked by. Finally, he couldn't contain himself any longer."This is ridiculous!" William declared loudly. "How long are we supposed to wait here? It's been over an hour!"His voice carried across the clearing, drawing everyone's attention. Several other spectators nodded in agreement, though they were careful not to voice their complaints as boldly."Maybe this Jack Sullivan is too scared to show up," William continued mockingly. "All this buildup for nothing! What a coward!"The temperature in the clearing seemed to drop several degrees as Victor Hunter's cold gaze fixed on William Smith."What did you say?" Victor Hunter's voice was quiet, but