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Chapter_241
The storm of vengeance had only just begun.
After more than two decades, the scattered roots of the Young family had regrown into something formidable—terrifying, even. Their legacy, thought to be erased, had instead flourished in the shadows. If Nash were given just a few more years, the power he held might even rival the illustrious Klein family.
Howard, wide-eyed and trembling, clung desperately to a sliver of courage. “Nutcracker… kill him… kill him now…” His voice cracked like dry timber, soaked in terror and desperation.
The Nutcracker Juggernaut responded with fury. He raised his leg high above his head and brought it down with all his might, sending a surge of terrifying energy barreling toward Nash.
But Nash moved like lightning.
Slap!
His hands smacked against the ground. In one seamless motion, he flipped off the floor, his feet kicking against the wall for leverage. His body soared like an arrow, cutting through the air with deadly intent.
Boom!
His forceful kick struck the Nutcracker Juggernaut and sent him flying, blowing out the side of the villa in the process. The very structure trembled and split in half. Wires sparked and snapped. Flames erupted from the wreckage.
Howard, Giant, and Unibrow Juggernaut stumbled out of the crumbling villa just as fire began to engulf the interior. But outside, the true inferno had already ignited.
Nash and Nutcracker were locked in a savage clash of power and technique.
With a flick of his wrist, Nutcracker tore a belt from his waist. The black leather unraveled, revealing a gleaming whip sword that shimmered like a serpent under the moonlight. He pointed it at Nash, voice cold and sharp as steel.
“So what if you’re the Smiling Grim Reaper? I’ll gut you like a fish.”
Nash’s reply was calm, laced with scorn. “Your bark is worse than your bite.”
He reached into his robe and withdrew a folded talisman, then tossed it into the air. It ignited instantly, blazing with a blue flame as Nash rapidly formed a spell seal with his hands.
“Heaven is clear and the earth is bright. I command the five sides!
With the aid of heaven and earth—may five bolts of lightning fall!”
The sky answered.
RUMBLE!
The heavens split with thunder, and five blinding bolts of lightning tore down from the stars. Each one struck Nutcracker Juggernaut dead-on. His body seized as pain consumed him, flames licking at his limbs, lightning dancing across his charred frame.
“Ahh!! How is this possible?! How—?!” he howled, his scream full of disbelief and agony.
As a master of the Profound Reality Realm, Nutcracker had encountered powerful Taoist practitioners before—but never one who could wield a spell of this magnitude. The Five Bolts of Lightning Curse was a legendary technique. Only a select few yellow-robed Taoist masters were capable of such a feat.
And yet Nash, at such a young age, had done it.
Nash raised one hand, and from the burning villa behind him, a red glow shot forward, returning to him like a summoned spirit. The blood-red sword snapped into his grip.
With barely a sound, Nash vanished and reappeared behind Nutcracker Juggernaut. The scorched brute no longer screamed—he stood there, frozen, lightning still crackling across his smoking body. His muscles twitched involuntarily, lips trembling as he tried to speak.
Nash walked calmly to his front and leveled the blade at his chest.
Then—shhk!
The blade sank deep, piercing the Juggernaut’s heart. Blood burst from the wound in a sharp, diamond-shaped spray. The blow had been clean, precise, and fatal.
Nutcracker Juggernaut had been known for his uncanny strength—his ability to explode with power when on the brink of defeat. But no martial skill mattered when faced with the might of Taoism. Its strength was ancient, spiritual, unfathomable—and devastating.
He never stood a chance.
Within moments, his body was drained of blood, the final remnants of life consumed by the curse’s relentless fire. Nash raised his hand once more and released a focused blast of energy.
Fwoosh!
The Nutcracker Juggernaut’s body disintegrated into a fine ash. Nothing remained—not bone, not armor, not even shadow.
Then, with the smoke rising behind him and the ground scorched beneath his feet, Nash turned slowly to face the last survivors.
Howard met Nash’s gaze—and the cold, bottomless abyss in those eyes shattered the last of his pride. His knees gave out beneath him.
Plop!
“I… I’ll tell you… I’ll tell you everything…” Howard choked, tears and sweat mingling as he groveled at Nash’s feet.
The Young family’s vengeance had only just begun.