Vengeance of The Reborn Heir

A Dangerous Disrespect

Benedric Sable himself almost thought he’d misheard.

No one, least of all Ronan, had ever dared speak to him in such a disrespectful tone.

Rage surged through him.

“How dare you!”

Without warning, a violent wave of spiritual pressure burst from Benedric’s body, rolling through the hall like a tidal wave, targeting at Ronan.

The marble floor cracked under the weight of his aura.

Decorative banners lining the walls trembled.

Several Sable disciples staggered, barely keeping their balance.

Anyone weaker, less trained, would have dropped to their knees.

But Ronan stood firm.

His black coat flared in the storm, hair shifting slightly from the chaotic wind.

But not a single tremor passed through his body.

He didn’t even blink.

Benedric’s eyes glowed with faint spiritual light as he glared down at him.

“Did your elders never teach you how to show respect to a Grandmaster?” he asked.

To Benedric, his current cultivation was enough to command respect across the capital.

Martial Saints were mere legends, spoken of but never seen.

In the real world, a peak-stage Rank 7 Grandmaster was already king.

And yet, this boy dared treat him like he was nothing.

It was intolerable!

Ronan’s expression, however, remained calm as ever.

A faint smile still on his face as he replied evenly.

“I do respect strength. But let’s not pretend that gives you the right to look down on me,” he said flatly.

“What, exactly, do you think grants you that authority? Your title as head of a first-tier noble house? Or your half-step toward Rank 8?”

The moment he finished, one of the Sable clan elders stepped forward in outrage.

“How dare you speak this way inside our estate!” the man barked. “Just because you're the Crowne heir doesn’t mean you can act without restraint in front of Lord Benedric!”

Another chimed in sharply, “With that attitude, it’s no wonder Lady Calista rejected you. Arrogance doesn’t make you worthy.”

“If you want Lady Calista to care about you, learn your place. Got it?” the third sneered mockingly.

Faced with the Sables’ haughty accusations, Ronan felt a flicker of irony.

He remembered when they hadn’t always been like this.

Once, the Sables had treated him with genuine respect.

After all, he was the heir of House Crowne, and for Calista’s sake, he had poured vast resources and support into their family, benefits they had accepted without hesitation.

However, over the years, as Ronan kept lowering himself, the Sables had developed a mistaken impression—

That the young Crowne heir wasn’t all that impressive after all.

And everything he gave was seen as something he owed them.

So even knowing Ronan had come to dissolve the engagement, they still maintained this inexplicable air of superiority.

Ronan watched coldly, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.

At last, seeing that Ronan remained silent, Lucien Cross stepped forward.

“You’ve shown disrespect not only to a Grandmaster,” Lucien said, “but to the father of the woman you once claimed to love.”

“With a personality like that, you’re unworthy of Calista, or any proper woman!”

Lucien Cross, who had clawed his way out of poverty and into Thalara Royal Martial Academy through sheer grit, had always loathed men like Ronan Crowne.

Men who were born with everything, wealth, status, power, talent, and squandered it like it meant nothing.

He believed Ronan was just another spoiled heir clinging to his family name, undeserving of the world handed to him on a silver platter.

Ronan finally turned his gaze toward Lucien.

“I see… So this is the new dog barking for House Sable.”

Gasps erupted.

Lucien froze, his body going rigid as his fists clenched tight.

“You have no right to talk to Lucien like that!” Before Lucien could act, Calista snapped, glaring at Ronan with open disgust.

“He’s ten times the man you’ll ever be, Ronan! You—”

“So what?” Ronan said flatly, not even bothering to look her way.

“Believe whatever you want. I couldn’t care less.”

Benedric was furious, but even he had begun to notice something was wrong.

Ronan wasn’t the same timid heir he had once belittled.

And this confrontation… might not end the way he expected.

However, Calista clearly lacked her father’s foresight.

“The Sable family agrees to the annulment,” she said coldly, forcing down her fury.

Then, without hesitation, she pulled a parchment from her robe, a ceremonial copy of their engagement contract, and tore it down the center with both hands.

“We’re done. Take your pathetic pride and get lost!”

But Ronan didn’t even look at her.

It was as if she didn’t exist.

Instead, he turned his eyes toward Benedric Sable.

“Do you agree with her decision, Patriarch Sable?” he asked, a calm smile on his face.

“Yes. That is our stance,” Benedric answered, his expression steady.

Though hesitant and uneasy inside, he was furious that Ronan had dared to defy him earlier.

He didn’t like it one bit.

Ronan’s smile widened slightly.

“Good. Then I assume House Sable is ready to return the engagement offerings,” he said.

“That includes—” his grin growing, before rattling off a list of priceless assets in one breath, “twenty pounds of Rank 8 Energy Essence, a dozens of A- and B-grade extraordinary weapons, two territories totaling four hundred square kilometers, shares in over half a dozen key trade industries, as well as various cultivation resources, with a total value exceeding the combined profits of a first-tier family over a decade.”

With each item Ronan named, the room grew tenser.

Benedric’s eye twitched.

Nearby elders exchanged uneasy glances.

Even hearing the first few items, they realized the total value far exceeded House Sable’s entire century-long wealth.

If they truly returned everything, House Sable’s powerwould be slashed by at least eighty percent!