They all call me Great Master

Although using the secret technique beyond his level, this member of the 'Theofact Psychic Cultivation Association' was exceedingly familiar with the 'Twisted Force Field'.

Almost at the instant the 'Twisted Force Field' appeared above his body.

This member of the 'Theofact Psychic Cultivation Association' recognized it.

At the same time, a realization emerged in his heart—

'Not only can one shuttle through space, but also use space transfer secret technique to attack?!

Merely by unlocking the sealing can one master such a level of skill...

What a terrifying talent!'

The heart of this member of the 'Theofact Psychic Cultivation Association' was filled with horror.

He had never seen such a terrifying talent.

And as this thought arose, the member was simultaneously about to stop the 'Twisted Force Field'.

But it was too late.

Bang!

The member of the 'Theofact Psychic Cultivation Association' was directly shattered.

Under his own 'Twisted Force Field', the opponent's bones were obliterated.

Flesh scattered in all directions.

The space rippled.

Pistri reappeared.

The Young Lion completely ignored all of this and directly rushed towards the distant woman—the woman's state was not good, with several deep wounds visible to the bone on her body, not to mention the face, where two claw marks extended from the forehead down to the chin, with the flesh on the cheeks and chin rolled to the sides.

Especially her eyes, the two eyeballs were completely gouged out.

All other injuries could be dealt with; Pistri was confident in finding someone to help heal the woman before him, but her eyes were blind, the eyeballs ruined, and even a lot missing, which left Pistri with no confidence.

The Young Lion lifted a hand, attempting to support the staggering woman.

Slap!

The woman slapped away the Young Lion's hand.

The woman used all her strength, causing her staggering body to completely lose balance, falling to the ground directly, with wounds gushing fresh blood due to the shock.

Pistri hurriedly went to support her again.

The woman lifted a hand to push away the hand reaching towards her.

"I don't need your pity.

Nor do I need your gratitude.

You owe me nothing.

I have nothing to do with you."

The woman's words still harbored hatred.

But more of it was unwillingness.

This unwillingness was like a rotting mandarin orange, the sweetness mixed with bitterness and astringency.

She couldn't take revenge.

Nor was she able to take revenge.

Because her 'two sons' didn't want her to do so.

This pain filled her heart with resentment.

She no longer wanted to see Pistri.

At this moment, the woman was incredibly thankful for her blindness.

"Ha, blind is better."

The woman let out a dry laugh.

She thought it was the comfort given to her by her 'two sons'.

She groped to stand up, turned, and walked towards the Docklands.

The deep night covered the blood and wounds on the woman's body.

Soon enough, the night swallowed up even the woman's figure.

Only a few black crow feathers rose with the night wind from the ground.

After a while.

When the crow feathers also merged into the night, there was nothing left.

Only the dumbstruck Pistri remained in place.

He thought he could help her.

He thought he and she could put past grievances aside.

But that was just what he thought.

The night wind gently blew.

The Young Lion's gaze swept around.

Fresh blood, corpses, and ruins.

Scarlet and decay.

The scene formed by these two deeply stimulated his [Spirituality].

Huff! Huff!

The leap of [Spirituality] was about to begin again.

But Pistri desperately stopped it.

As [Spirituality] became more active, he increasingly understood that if this continued, he would certainly be dragged into the abyss of 'spiritual distortion'.

He would become a madman.

Or turn into an idiot.

The most likely would be, first mad then idiotic.

And whether madman or idiot, neither was what Pistri wanted.

So, he stopped it all.

Inhale, exhale.

Inhale, exhale.

The Young Lion adjusted his state with the secret technique of the Golden Lion Family—in fact, there was more than one way of meditation within the Golden Lion Family that could quickly adjust his current state, but all of them required preparation of incense, candles, and remaining still.

This was something the current Pistri could not do at all.

The Young Lion adjusted his breathing while quickly running towards outside Kilg Harbor.

To him now, Kilg Harbor was extremely dangerous.

That danger came from—

Dieudonne Hamlet!

His elder brother.

Far more intimate than his eldest brother Gleisa, Dieudonne.

At the moment the sealing shattered, he confirmed that the person who performed this sealing was Dieudonne; that kind of guidance between [Spirituality] could not be wrong.

'Was this scene in front of me orchestrated by him?

Does he want to kill his brother and father?'

Pistri couldn't help but think to himself.

Even though he didn't believe Dieudonne could accomplish this at heart.

After all, Dieudonne would have to face their terrifying eldest brother and even more terrifying father.

The former made Pistri fearful.

The latter?

Was despair itself.

No one understood the Old Lion's strength better than Pistri.

Mere emotional excitement could instantly result in hundreds of elite soldiers losing their lives—the guards of the Lion Palace were all skilled hands from the barracks.

But what did it matter?

If their father was in a good mood, a group died.

If their father wasn't in a good mood, another group died.

That invisible blade, no guard could avoid it.

Except for Dilbark!

He was the only guard who completed his three-year term and also the only one who rose smoothly through the ranks.

Pistri knew very well that this was a role his father intentionally let out.

The purpose was to have more people follow in his footsteps.

'Our strength is not just individual strength, but also...

Power play!'

Pistri vividly remembered his father's words.

In fact, he might never forget them for a lifetime.

Because when the Old Lion said these words, he had just twisted off the head of the maid beside him—although she was someone else's spy, she was also a maid who had accompanied him for ten years.

He couldn't bear to do it.

His father did it himself.

He didn't want to look at that corpse.

So his father tied him to that corpse.

The body pressed tightly against him, fresh blood flowing all over him, the head hanging on his chest.

Three days.

Three nightmare-like days.

So, he began to evade it.

It was at that moment that he began to loath, fear his family intensely, hoping to find some warmer places.

It's just...

He failed.

The outside world was also terrifying.

There was light.

But much more darkness.

Complex emotions caused Pistri's breathing to become disrupted.

He had to stop and readjust.

At that moment, he noticed something different—

He saw a person.

A person fishing.

Near the Inland River, even leaving the Kilg Harbor city area, such fishermen were not uncommon.

There might even be more.

Because fishing here didn't require taxes.

But what truly attracted Pistri was the fishing tool this fisherman used.

The fishing rod was very ordinary.

The fishing line was also very ordinary.

But the hook was straight.

Moreover, the straight hook hung a foot above the river surface.

'How does one fish like this?'

The Young Lion was taken aback.

And the fisherman chuckled softly—

"The fish has taken the bait."