Gerolt Velmire broke into a low, rumbling laugh that echoed across the courtyard, full of condescension and malice.
"Apologize?" Gerolt's eyes narrowed into slits of crimson killing intent. "Richard, your worthless spawn thinks a little luck and martial talent makes him invincible. Taking you away? Severing ties? In the Velmire clan, only the strong dictate terms. An orphan who crawled back from the dirt has no right to speak of leaving!"
With a single step forward, Gerolt unleashed the full weight of a Peak Martial Saint.
BOOM!
The sky darkened instantly. The ground for miles around cracked open, thick fissures spreading like spiderwebs as his aura rolled out like a tidal wave. Beside him, his two brothers unleashed their own Saint-level prrssure. Three overlapping pressure formed an inescapable cage of oppressive domain aura, aimed squarely at Alex. The surrounding forest flattened, trees snapping like toothpicks under the atmospheric pressure.
