2026-08-04 13:53:53"Where did a piece of trash like you get the nerve to babble like that! You're courting death!" A roaring wrath exploded at that very moment. The icy insults from a youth who usually kneeled to beg for mercy completely shattered what was left of the guards' patience.
SWOOSH! SWOOSH!
Two gusts of wind were whipped up by the swing of heavy wooden clubs as thick as an adult's arm. Their targets were clear: Lucas's head and shoulder. In the minds of the two guards, the very next second would be decorated with the sound of splintering bones and hysterical weeping from the bastard child, just as it had always been.
However, reality hit them far harder than the wood they swung.
CLACK! CLACK!
A heavy impact echoed, but it was not followed by screams of agony. The two thick wooden clubs came to a dead stop in midair, caught perfectly in place!
The eyes of both guards widened as big as saucers. The light from the trembling lantern illuminated an impossible sight: Lucas stood unmoving, stopping both thick wooden clubs with nothing more than his bare hands!
The grip of his thin, bruised fingers tightly encircled the ends of the wooden weapons, locking them fast like an eternal iron vise. Not a single tremor shook Lucas's arms. His pale face remained completely flat, devoid of both fear and pain.
"W-what...?" The guard with the mole swallowed with great difficulty. He tried to yank his club back, but the wood felt as if it were embedded in a bed of solid granite. It would not budge an inch!
The bald guard glared, channeling the full strength of his bulky muscles to force the weapon down, yet Lucas's arms did not yield by even a single millimeter!
"Is this all the strength two lapdogs of the Wine Family can muster?" Lucas's voice sounded eerily calm, yet its resonance crept down the spine of both guards like the icy touch of death itself.
Even though the Qi in his body was pitifully thin and had only managed to mend a few cracked bones, neutralizing a crude attack built on mere human force was far too easy for a former God Emperor who had mastered skills beyond the comprehension of ordinary mortals—or even formidable Cultivators. He utilized joint fulcrums and microscopic energy distribution to perfectly neutralize the entirety of the kinetic impact.
A cruel sneer spread across Lucas's dried-blood-stained face. His gaze blazed through the dark night.
"Have you two had your fill of swinging these fragile sticks?" Lucas whispered in a deeply intimidating tone.
"Now... it's my turn."
In that instant, dark memories belonging to Lucas flashed like lightning through the mind of the former God Emperor.
The image of this bald guard kicking his chest until he coughed up blood... The image of the guard with the mole whipping his back with a wooden club until his skin peeled away... Their booming, ecstatic laughter at the sound of young, helpless Lucas begging for mercy. Every single drop of that suffering was recorded with absolute perfection.
As Long Bai, a ruler renowned across the Nine Realms as the most vindictive entity in existence, he knew no mercy, let alone forgiveness. Retribution had to be paid in full—a thousandfold—using the exact same methods!
CRACK! CRACK!
With a single slight squeeze infused with a trace of microscopic Qi, the two thick wooden clubs—each the size of an adult's arm—fractured and shattered into pieces inside Lucas's bare hands!
"H-how is this possible?! Since when could he fight back like an expert combatant?!" the bald guard shrieked hysterically, his eyes bulging as he watched the hard teak wood crumble like fragile crackers.
Before their shock could subside, Lucas moved his foot.
BOOM!
A lightning-fast kick slammed brutally into the pit of the mole-faced guard's stomach! An agonizing, crushing sensation tore through his internal organs—the exact replica of the kicks that guard used to deliver to Lucas's chest every morning.
"GUAAGHH!" The guard with the mole vomited a torrent of blood and stomach contents. His large body flew backward, crashing into the room's wooden wall until it collapsed, before he finally crumpled onto the floor with shattered ribs.
"Y-you... H-how did you become so strong?!" The bald guard trembled violently. All the influence of alcohol in his head evaporated instantly, replaced by sheer, unadulterated terror. He scrambled to turn around and flee outside.
Yet, Lucas was far faster.
GRAB!
Lucas's thin hand darted out like a striking cobra, clamping tightly onto the back of the bald guard's neck before slamming him downward without a shred of pity!
SMASH!
The bald guard's face was slammed violently against the dusty wooden floor. His nose shattered instantly, splattering the floor with a burst of fresh blood.
"In the past... you loved smashing my head into the floor while laughing, didn't you?" Lucas whispered from above his back. His voice was flat and emotionless, yet saturated with a terrifying madness.
"M-mercy... Young Master Lucas, mercy! W-why are you being so cruel?! Hwaaaghh!" the bald guard screamed in agony, attempting to plead with a raspy voice choked with blood.
"Mercy? Cruel?" Lucas chuckled coldly. "From this moment on, those words do not exist in Lucas's vocabulary!"
SMASH! SMASH! SMASH!
Relentlessly, Lucas slammed the guard's head into the floor over and over, replicating every single strike this body had ever endured in the past. The sounds of agonizing groans and bone impacting wood shattered the quiet night inside the dilapidated room.
"ARGGGH! Y-young Master Edward, p-please help me!"
After beating the bald guard into unconsciousness, leaving him soaked in blood with a face no longer recognizable, Lucas turned his gaze toward the guard with the mole, who was squirming in pain in the corner of the room.
"Why are you cowering like a goat about to be slaughtered? Come on, show me your arrogance and pride once again!"
Stepping forward slowly, Lucas picked up a sharp splinter from the broken wooden club off the floor. His gaze was as cold as eternal ice, sweeping over the figures of the two guards lying helpless before him.
"Remember, this is just the interest on the debt..." Lucas muttered, wiping a stray drop of the servant's blood from his cheek.
BAAAAM! CRACKLE! CRAAACK!
"AAARGGHHHH! YO-YOU ARE TRULY A DEVIL, LUCAS!"
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The moans of the bodyguards sprawling across the marble floor were dismissed as nothing more than a passing breeze by Lucas. Even so, the continuous interference from these mortals was beginning to stir a tinge of annoyance in his mind.Maintaining focus while controlling Qi Manifestation required absolute concentration, especially in this filthy mortal realm. The Earth's atmosphere was dreadfully scarce in pure spiritual energy, causing the energy reserves within Lucas's newly awakened dantian to deplete rather quickly. Every single drop of Qi he expended right now was exceedingly precious."Lose focus for even a second because of your barking, and this ice poison will counterattack and destroy his heart," Lucas whispered cold-heartedly.With a short exhale, Lucas extended two fingers on his left hand upward. Though his energy reserves were limited, he was forced to sacrifice a small amount of pure Qi to establish a territorial boundary so no more insects would disturb him.Whoosh!A
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Thud!The moment the first Qi needle drove straight into the Tanzhong point, the resulting reaction was utterly terrifying.The scorching heat of Lucas's pure energy collided wildly with the layer of ice poison that had crystallized along the meridians of Richard’s heart. The violent clash between these two opposing forces triggered a tremendous internal shockwave."AARRRRGGGHHHH!"A piercing, breath-severing scream burst freely from Richard's throat. The patriarch's eyes bulged almost out of their sockets, while the veins on his neck and forehead bulged with a bluish tint. He clutched his bare chest, which was now steaming with hot white vapor mixed with a frigid frost. His sturdy frame convulsed violently against the marble floor, shaking uncontrollably as if struck by tens of thousands of volts of electricity."Father!"Evelyn screamed hysterically. Her entire mental defense collapsed in an instant upon seeing her father groaning in agony and vomiting a thick clump of pitch-black,
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Evelyn clenched her teeth together so tightly they ground. A fierce conflict raged within her chest—torn between sheer terror for her father's safety and an unextinguished rage toward the mysterious youth before her. Yet, the resolute look in Richard’s eyes and his increasingly labored gasps forced Evelyn to yield.With slow, heavy movements, Evelyn gently supported Richard’s body to lean against a nearby marble pillar, roughly wiping away her tears. She took a few steps back, but her gaze never drifted from Lucas for even a fraction of a second. Her beautiful frame was tense, ready to burst into a volley of curses the moment the youth showed even the slightest suspicious gesture."If you touch the wrong point or make Father’s condition any worse," Evelyn whispered in a trembling, low threat, "I swear I will never let you go."Lucas didn't even turn his gaze to acknowledge her threat. To him, the bluster of a mortal girl was nothing more than a passing breeze. His eyes remained locked
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Upon hearing the condition spoken by Lucas so casually, the atmosphere in the magnificent hall of the Vance Family instantly froze.The name "Wine Family" was no ordinary name in Hakward City. They were one of the four top conglomerate giants, an economic pillar possessing political influence as well as a deeply entrenched, octopus-like network of mercenaries. Calling for the destruction of the Wine Family was tantamount to sparking an all-out war that could flatten the entire city!"Ugh-- W-WHAT?!"Richard's eyes bulged wide. The overwhelming shock hit his consciousness so hard that it triggered a violent surge in the cold poison within his heart's meridians. His blood flow was severely obstructed, burning his chest with unbearable pain."Cough! COUGH! COUGH-COUGH!"A violent coughing fit erupted from Richard's throat. The stoic frame of the conglomerate head bent double in agony, and this time, fresh, dark-red blood splattered across the polished marble floor.CRASH!"Father!" Evely
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Upon hearing the answer coming from Lucas' mouth, Richard's brow knitted even deeper. A cold dry chuckle seeped through the gaps of his lips, cutting through the tense silence hanging over the hall."Slightly proficient in the art of medicine? And fighting?" Richard repeated in a tone brimming with skepticism.He tilted his head slightly, staring at Lucas like a senior examiner listening to an absurd joke from a job applicant."Being young and confident is good. But arrogance without a foundation will only make you look stupid," Richard stated firmly, his pressuring aura thickening even further."This world operates by clear rules. A martial arts practitioner spends their entire life just to hone their reflexes and combat techniques. Meanwhile, a medical expert requires decades of study, research, and clinical experience to cure severe illnesses. You want to convince me that at your young age, you have mastered two such extreme fields simultaneously?"To Richard Vance—a man who had na
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Evelyn's face instantly flushed, consumed by a sudden burst of rage as she listened to the vulgar insults and baseless accusations from her father's chief bodyguard.Her beautiful eyes narrowed sharply, radiating a flash of emotion capable of freezing anyone before her. She stepped forward, standing directly in front of Marco with her chin raised in the full arrogance of the Vance Family's sole heiress."Shut your mouth, Marco!" Evelyn snapped in a piercing, icy tone, her voice echoing loudly across the estate courtyard."You are merely my father's head of personal security! Your duty is to secure the outer perimeter and execute the Master's orders—not to meddle in my personal affairs, let alone question my decisions!"Marco was somewhat taken aback by Evelyn's fierce reaction, but his ego and position as the estate's trusted veteran made him reluctant to back down."But Young Lady! The Master entrusted me with your safety! Bringing a youth in a tramp's uniform and with an obscure ide
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