Jack Hernandez could no longer hold back, his voice trembling as he said: "You... what exactly do you want... I already knelt before you during the day! What more do you want from us!"
Roy Hernandez also couldn't bear the tense atmosphere and directly knelt down: "Brother David, Master David... I beg you, please spare me, what just happened with Sarah Moore was suggested by my father, it has nothing to do with me! Just spare me! I am willing to serve you faithfully!"
"You!" Jack Hernandez hadn't expected that at this moment, his wretched son would sell him out directly!
He knew it would be difficult to survive this time. He stood up, forced himself to calm down, and said loudly: "I don't care who you are, and I don't care where you're from, let me tell you, The Hernandez Family has a Martial Arts Grandmaster! If you dare to touch us, the wrath of a Grandmaster is not something you can withstand!"
"Grandmaster?" I laughed, "You must be talking about Patrick Hernandez, who left for the mountains to cultivate ten years ago."
Jack Hernandez breathed a long sigh of relief upon realizing the other knew him: "I know you are an ancient Martial Artist, and I know you ancient Martial Artists have your rules. If you make a move, you will face not only the wrath of a Grandmaster, but also be hunted by that organization! If something happens to us, do you think you can survive?"
"Oh? Is that so?" I looked up, a smile playing on my lips.
Suddenly, I moved! A white energy arrow condensed directly in my palm, carrying a gust of wind, and shot straight towards the fleeing Roy Hernandez!
"Pfft!"
An arrow through the throat! Roy Hernandez collapsed to the ground!
"Now, do you think I, David Johnson, dare?" My cold voice echoed throughout the villa!
Jack Hernandez' face turned ashen, he glanced at his son, who lay motionless, knowing that this time, his own death was imminent too.
He held onto the sofa and sat down, as if aged over a decade: "I know I'm going to die, but I hope you'll give me a reason why you want us dead! We bear no grudge or hatred..."
I laughed, and laughed loudly. I stood and walked step by step towards Jack Hernandez!
I looked down at Jack Hernandez from above!
Then, my voice seemed to come from the vast Nine Heavens above:
"No grudge or hatred, indeed!"
"Let me ask you, Jack Hernandez! Do you remember the banquet at Mistwood Manor five years ago?"
"Let me ask you again, Jack Hernandez, do you remember the couple that died five years ago?"
"Finally, let me ask you, Jack Hernandez, do you remember your vile tongue from back then?"
My voice exploded in Jack Hernandez' ears like rolling thunder!
Jack Hernandez was dumbfounded!
He certainly remembered it all!
The gathering at Mistwood Manor five years ago was a nightmare for countless families in Brooksdale!
They witnessed the destruction of a family there!
They were also always overshadowed by the shadow of that man!
With a flip of the hand, he destroyed everything! It was terrifying!
Suddenly, Jack Hernandez thought of something, looked up, his eyes widening, and pointed at me in shock: "You... you are that Johnson Family's rubbish, the David Johnson who fell into the river! How is that possible! Weren't you dead..."
No one knew what kind of storm surged in Jack Hernandez' heart at that moment!
That Johnson Family waste had actually come back to life!
And he had returned to Brooksdale with terrifying cultivation!
He! He had come for revenge!
He could even foresee the imminent upheaval here!
I leaned down, whispered into Jack Hernandez' ear: "Let me tell you a secret... actually, I am not the ancient Martial Artist you call me... I am a cultivator."
"In your eyes, perhaps ancient Martial Artists are powerful."
"But you do not know, in the eyes of a cultivator, Eldoria, and even the entire Terrus, are as insignificant as dust!
Even if you have great strength, even if you have a Martial Arts Grandmaster standing behind you! Even if a Sect stands behind you! I, David Johnson, would cut them down with a single sword!"
As the words fell, a powerful Evil Qi swirled around me!
The Evil Qi coiled around me, glimmering with blood red!
In an instant, my arm seemed to transform into a Blood Dragon, piercing right through Jack Hernandez' chest!
...
Meanwhile, atop Mount Grizzly.
An elderly man with an ethereal demeanor sat cross-legged in Taoist robes. Upon closer inspection, one would surely find the old man seemingly hovering, with waves of the Eight Trigrams Array radiating beneath him!
The Taoist-robed old man was none other than the elder Patrick Hernandez of The Hernandez Family!
Having sailed through a thousand sails, the elder had chosen to retreat from the martial world to focus on cultivation, cultivating for ten years straight.
At this moment, the spiritual energy of nature on Mount Grizzly continuously surged towards Patrick Hernandez' Dantian, and his cultivation level was rapidly advancing!
He was about to break through!
At this critical moment, suddenly, the wild wind arose! The old man opened his eyes, fell from his position, and coughed up a mouthful of blood!
The spiritual energy surrounding him dissipated entirely, and even the Eight Trigrams Array beneath him vanished!
Seconds later, an aged voice resonated throughout Mount Grizzly:
"Who is it? Who dares to kill my clansman! Ruin my decade-long foundation! I, Patrick Hernandez, swear to the Heavenly Dao that I shall find you personally! And then, slay you! Destroy your soul!"
...
The night passed in silence.
I woke up early from my cultivation. I originally planned to cultivate a bit more, but the spiritual energy in Eldoria was too scarce, starkly different from that place, making it impossible for my cultivation to progress further at present.
"Looks like I need to find a way to refine some Elixir."
I opened the canvas bag I always carried with me, containing only two items.
A crumpled photograph and a black stone.
The photograph was taken when I returned to the Johnson Family after being rescued, as for the black stone, it was a gift from my father for my eleventh birthday.
It was said to be a family heirloom left by the Johnson ancestors.
At that time, I scoffed, thinking how could a mere stone be a family heirloom. I casually threw the stone under the bed, and only remembered it when my father was in trouble, after which I kept it with me.
"In just a week, it will be the anniversary of Mom and Dad's death, I should visit Blackridge Mountain to see them then."
Just as I was about to put the stone back into the canvas bag, I suddenly noticed with my peripheral vision that there were actually some small characters on the stone.
They were so small I had almost ignored them all these years.
I brought the stone closer and saw a few lines of complex characters. Though obscure, I could roughly understand them.
It seemed to mention something about stone and blood.
"Could it be that it requires blood to recognize its owner?"
Without saying more, I forced a drop of my own blood onto the black stone, and in an instant, a powerful flow of information drilled into my mind!
My head almost felt like it was going to explode!
Even though I was a cultivator, I couldn't bear it!
"Damn, what on earth is this thing!"
I roared, then passed out directly.