Clifford Foster recognized Adrian’s voice almost at once, and the moment he heard those words, rage consumed him."It’s you! How are you still alive? I sent more than a thousand elite guards after you, and they still couldn’t kill you?"Adrian gave a contemptuous laugh, offering not the slightest courtesy in return."A thousand elite guards? Unfortunately for you, they amount to nothing in my eyes."As Clifford Foster listened to Adrian mock his precious elite force, he grew both furious and frantic.Only after a long pause did he speak again."Good, very good. It seems fate itself has decreed that you die at the Foster estate. Then come, by all means!"The moment those words fell, a burst of static crackled through the radio, and then there was nothing.Adrian sighed. The old master of the Foster family certainly had a violent temper.They had been speaking perfectly well—why smash the radio?The guards had all been dealt with by Iris Lloyd and Emptiness, and the two of them walked o

Even so, he had expected nothing less. Adrian was only a hotheaded young man in his early twenties—if they truly meant to kill him, how difficult could that be?“Quick, bring them in!”Unable to wait another moment to hear the good news with his own ears, Clifford Foster hurried personally to the gates of the estate.The great gates of the Foster estate stood wide open as one business van after another pulled up and came to a stop.The first to step out were indeed the representatives of the four major business associations. Clifford Foster greeted them with a broad, eager smile.“At last, you’re here. Is Adrian dead?”Ethan Miller and the others looked at Clifford Foster as though he were a fool, not even bothering to answer him.The smile on Clifford Foster’s face immediately faltered. Never in his life had anyone so openly slighted him.Least of all a mere alliance of business associations. How dare they show him such disrespect?What Clifford Foster had not expected, however, was

The moment Clifford Foster realized Adrian had mocked him, he flew into a rage.“You reckless little fool!”As he spoke, Clifford Foster struck with a palm, nearly all the power in his body concentrated into that single hand.The full strength of a centenarian martial master was enough to shake any man to the core.Anyone except Adrian.Adrian answered with a punch, calm and unhurried. It looked utterly ordinary, a simple blow devoid of any visible force.Clifford Foster was overjoyed. With this palm alone, crushing Adrian to death should have been effortless.But before he could savor that thought, fist and palm collided—and Clifford Foster was sent flying backward.The bones in his injured hand had already pierced through flesh and skin, stark white against the blood, a ghastly sight to behold.Quentin Foster froze. He could hardly believe what he had just seen.“How could Dad possibly lose to that brat? He’s barely in his twenties, and our father is a centenarian martial master!”“

Clifford Foster spat out a mouthful of blood, his face drained of all color, disbelief written across every feature.“How is this possible? Divine Invocation should have raised our strength by leaps and bounds, and yet we still can’t defeat this brat. What in the world is going on?”The six martial retainers exchanged glances, retreat already stirring in their hearts.“Patriarch, perhaps we should—”“We cannot retreat! There is no road left for us now. Today, either he dies, or we do!”With that, Clifford Foster’s eyes hardened with resolve as he began chanting again.“The Foster family offers its reverence—invoke the divine once more!”Adrian watched the men before him with amused interest and gave a scornful laugh. “Even if you invoke them again, what of it? Your talent places a limit on your power. Summon whatever you like—you still won’t be my match.”The moment the words fell, Clifford Foster and the others coughed up blood in unison. Their faces grew paler by the second, yet the

The monsters rampaged wildly, and the unfortunate souls from the four merchant associations who had been dragged into the chaos were devoured one after another amid piercing screams. The stench of blood grew sharper with every passing second.Everything before them looked like some savage scene from a primordial slaughterhouse, limbs torn through the air in a spectacle so ghastly it chilled the soul.The four association presidents could not help but retreat, their faces drained of all color.In that instant, the danger reached its absolute peak.Iris Lloyd and Emptiness turned to Adrian, their expressions grave.With their strength, they could not hold out much longer. If Adrian failed to turn the tide, every one of them would die here today.Adrian’s eyes slowly reddened, and the aura around him began to rise without end.“Hahaha! Adrian, die! I’ll use your life to appease the restless dead of my Foster family! What?! How is that possible?!”Clifford Foster had believed with absolut