THE SOVEREIGN GOD'S MORTAL VENGEANCE!

6.

His voice was not loud, yet it carried an icy pressure so dense that the air inside the dilapidated room suddenly plummeted into a freezing chill. The killing intent that had accumulated over thousands of years from a Supreme Emperor spilled out naturally, radiating sharp and menacing from his eyes.

'His gaze... why does it feel as though he isn't the Lucas I can easily beat up?' Edward thought, feeling an odd sensation creep over him.

However, Edward quickly snapped out of his trance.

"What?! You got a problem with that, you bastard?!" Edward barked, boldly stepping forward. Clenching his right fist, he channeled a surge of physical power and delivered a straight punch aimed square at the center of Lucas's face.

"I said your mother was a cheap whore, and you are nothing more than a useless piece of trash who..."

Yet, just as Edward's fist hovered mere inches from his target, a wave of eerie dread suddenly crept up his neck.

For Lucas had not blinked even once. There was no ripple of panic, no fear, not even the slightest attempt to dodge. That face was impossibly serene—an absolute calm typically possessed by an executioner watching a prey voluntarily yield its neck.

'Why... why are this kid's eyes so terrifying?!' Edward panicked internally, a sharp coldness abruptly stabbing through his heart.

Regrettably, it was already too late.

SWISH—GRAB!

Before Edward's fist could touch a single thread of Lucas's clothes, a thin palm darted forward like lightning. Moving like a ghostly shadow, it swept in and locked around Edward's wrist with a grip as firm as an iron vise!

"W-What?!" Edward's eyes widened in sheer disbelief. He tried to pull his arm back, but Lucas's grip did not budge an inch.

"Your tongue is far too insolent for a mere piece of lifeless meat," Lucas whispered coldly right in front of Edward's face.

CRACK!

"AARRRRGGGHHHH!"

A shrill, hysterical scream burst from Edward's mouth as Lucas nonchalantly twisted his wrist in the opposite direction! The bones of his wrist joint rotated unnaturally, igniting an excruciating pain that scorched every nerve in the young master of the Wine Family. The jewel-encrusted dagger slipped from his fingers and clattered onto the wooden floor.

"YO-YOU BASTARD! HOW DARE YOU BREAK MY ARM!"

Before Edward could even process the debilitating pain, Lucas tapped the floor lightly with his toe, channeling a small vortex of One-Star Mortal Qi into his knee.

BAM!

A direct, incredibly precise, and powerful straight kick struck Edward square in the solar plexus!

"HOOAGHH!"

Blood erupted from Edward's mouth. The impact of that spiritual force sent his lavishly dressed body flying backward like a cannonball!

CRASH—BANG!

Edward's airborne body slammed heavily into the two guards standing dumbfounded behind him. The balding guard covered in bandages and the guard with the mole—neither having time to react—were knocked off their feet as well. All three tumbled onto the ground outside the shattered doorway, piling onto one another in a pathetic heap.

"TH-THAT kick was terrifyingly strong?! Yo-Young master! Are you alright!"

Edward merely lay flat on his back, clutching his crushed chest while groaning in agony. His right arm dangled limply at a horrifying angle, while the two guards beside him trembled violently, staring at Lucas with sheer, unadulterated horror.

"Alright, my ass!! L-Look at my arm, the bones are completely numb!"

"Heyyy, Lucas! How could you be so cruel to your own brother?!"

Yet Lucas merely let out a sneer and began stepping closer.

Every single step he took forward felt like the tolling of a death knell to the three men sprawled on the ground. The balding guard and the guard with the mole instinctively scrambled backward, using their trembling elbows to drag themselves away from the monster in the form of a frail youth.

"You damned dog... you... do you really want to die?! Father always dotes on me; if you, a bastard, dare to hurt me again, he will surely kill you!" Edward groaned, clutching his broken arm as he writhed in a mixture of excruciating pain and overwhelming rage.

Lucas did not bother responding to such cheap provocation. His face remained calm, devoid of any emotional rippling. He slowly raised his right foot, concentrating a strand of Qi in his heel, intending to crush Edward's chest until the arrogant youth fainted or even slipped into a prolonged coma.

However, just before the sole of Lucas's foot could slam onto Edward's chest...

"ENOUGH! STOP THIS AT ONCE, LUCAS!"

An authoritative voice—deep, heavy, and laden with energy pressure—resounded from the far end of the hallway courtyard! The voice was so loud that it vibrated the air surrounding the warehouse, causing the two collapsed guards to instantly breathe a sigh of relief as though they had just escaped the gates of hell.

"F-Finally, the Lord Master heard the commotion?! Dammit, we're finally saved from the crazy demon in front of us!"

SWOOSH!

A neatly bearded, middle-aged man wearing a grand dark-red robe embroidered with silver thread strode closer. His presence radiated strong authority, and his sharp, flat gaze analyzed the chaos that had just unfolded.

He was Duke Richard Wine, Head of the Wine Family and father to both Edward and Lucas. Behind him followed several black-suited personal bodyguards, their faces tense.

"Father... *Cough!* Father, save me!" Edward shrieked hysterically upon seeing his father's arrival. With what little strength he had left, he pointed at Lucas using his intact left hand.

"This bastard has gone mad! He broke my arm and tried to kill me! Please kill him for me, Father!"

Richard glanced at Edward's wretched condition, then shifted his sharp gaze directly toward Lucas. His brows knitted tightly, radiating anger and a veiled sense of shock as he registered the newfound courage in the son he had always regarded as a useless piece of trash.

"One of you, take Young Master Edward to the Wine Family's personal physician immediately!"

"Yes, Patriarch!"

Watching Edward being carried away, Richard immediately glared, looking as if he wanted to swallow his second son whole.

"Lucas..." Richard called out in an icily piercing tone.

"What is the meaning of all this chaos? You dare to harm your own brother inside the Wine Family estate?! Now, follow me to the family meeting room!"

"Harm him? As a father, you stood by silently when he bullied me... And now that I pay him back for his abuse, you want to punish me instead?!"