King's Awakening

“Audacious! Do you know what you’re doing!? Who ordered this!? Fetch Bernice to see me!” Mateo Mitchell roared furiously.

Bernice was the actual name of Madam Mitchell, but no one in the vast Mitchell family dared to address her by her full name.

Even members from the Mitchell family dared not call her by such name, let alone outsiders.

Therefore, upon hearing Mateo Mitchell’s words, the powerful Mitchells all sneered: “How dare a fool from the Jones Family call our Family Head by her full name? Are you tired of living!?”

“We were just supposed to deal with Sebastian Mitchell today, but if you’re seeking death yourself, don’t blame us for being ruthless!” Another powerful Mitchell mocked.

“Why are you wasting time with these two nobodies, just take action and eliminate them. If we delay, Nathaniel will be here!” Someone reminded.

With these words, the murderous intent on everyone’s faces grew even more intense.

This utterly infuriated Mateo Mitchell, to the point that he wanted to tear off his human skin mask, and let these bastards see just who they considered an insignificant person!

But, when Mateo Mitchell was about to burst with rage, White Mitchell’s hand lightly patted his shoulder: “Don’t rush, the show has just begun, there will be plenty of opportunities for you to reveal yourself later.”

“Kid, you shouldn’t rush…” Somehow, Mateo Mitchell felt a chill he’d never experienced before from White Mitchell.

But, the calmer he was, the more it felt like a storm was coming.

At this moment, Mateo Mitchell felt as though a massive boulder was pressing down on his heart, making it laborious for him to breathe.

However, before Mateo could finish advising White Mitchell, the hilariously arrogant Mitchells interrupted: “You’re facing imminent death, and you still have the audacity to bluster here?

Not afraid to tell you, ever since you stepped into Capital City, your fate was sealed!

You can only blame yourself for your delusions. A person who’s been expelled from the family register should forever disappear from this world!”

As the words fell, more than a dozen powerful Mitchells released their powerful auras.

Boom…

In an instant, waves of overwhelming power crashed upon White Mitchell like a tsunami, as if they intended to suppress him.

But, facing such a formidable force, White Mitchell’s face was still tranquil, devoid of any signs of panic, as if everything was under his control.

White Mitchell’s composure completely enraged the group of self-proclaimed powerful Mitchells.

Each one of them was a renowned Ancient Martial Strongman, who had long reached the realm of Titled War Gods.

Although they were not on par with the War Gods of the War Department, their power was sufficient to crush a large group of people in the mortal world.

Take the Jones Family for instance, despite being a Hundred Year Noble Family, all it would take to destroy them is a command from the Mitchell Family.

Of course, every Hundred Year Noble Family has its own Law, rashly declaring war on another Hundred Year Noble Family would provide other families with an opportunity to rise against them.

If two or three Hundred Year Noble Families joined forces to confront the Mitchell Family, even the powerful Mitchell Family would succumb.

However, there was only a single powerful individual beside White Mitchell, how could he behave so confidently in front of them?

It was as if he hadn’t considered these Titled War Gods at all.

“We haven’t met in eighteen years, yet your gaze still disgusts me!” A Titled War God sneered, taking a step forward: “Allow me to introduce myself. Eighteen years ago, I was the first to strike you. Surprisingly, you bastard, you’re back?”

“Don’t worry, I don’t need your reminder, I remember you, and everyone who was present that day!” White Mitchell said indifferently, as he slowly took a step forward.

Boom!

A powerful surge erupted from under White Mitchell’s feet, filling the air in less than a second.

The next moment, a massive force, as if the gravitational pull had immensely increased, abruptly appeared before everyone.

Facing this, White Mitchell took his second step.

Boom!

His energy soared once again, it was as if a prehistoric beast had awakened, causing everyone’s hearts to tremble involuntarily.

This…

With each step that White Mitchell took, the expressions of everyone present filled with shock, their mocking faces immediately froze.

“Oh right, I forgot to remind all of you. Those who can escape, better start running.”

As his words fell, White Mitchell’s body started to blur and then, completely disappeared before everyone’s eyes.

A… an afterimage!

Someone exclaimed with shock as their pupils dilated.

But before they could react, White Mitchell appeared before the Titled War God who spoke first: “Eighteen years ago, you were the first to take action, right?”

White Mitchell’s figure, ghost-like, frightened the man who cried out: “You… no, no, no… Ahhh!!!”

With a thump, a muffled sound was heard as White Mitchell’s fist connected directly with the man’s lower abdomen.

Crack! A sound of bone fracturing followed, then the man’s breath waned, as though instantly drained of strength, he fell to the ground with a thud.

“Next!” White Mitchell said expressionlessly.

Hearing him speak, the crowd came back to their senses and began to scramble madly.

At this moment, even a fool could see that White Mitchell was really powerful, so much so that it was irresistible.

Exactly like he said, those who can run, should make their escape!

Everyone was taken aback, what was originally a trap for White Mitchell, with many of them ganging up on him,

Unexpectedly, the situation reversed abruptly. It now seemed as if they were being cornered by White Mitchell.

How did this young man’s strength become so terrifying?

What on earth did he experience in the past eighteen years?

Was this still a human being? Not even thirty, but possessing enough strength to instantly kill them all, who in Dragon Realm could match this talent?

For a while, everyone was filled with fear, each trying their utmost to escape in desperation.

However, in White Mitchell’s eyes, they were no faster than ants. Today, no one would be able to escape!

The blood debt from eighteen years ago must be repaid in blood!