My Descendants Are My Power

But now...

He had faced it all, endured hardships, and worn the heaviest armor. With his siblings' help, he had fallen and risen again in the Thunderfire Demon Cave. No one knew how much he had sweated, no one knew how he used potions daily to soothe his bruised shoulders from the armor.

Back then, he still cried, secretly at night, fearing Donna would scold him as 'the useless brother.'

During his adventures with the elders, he had feared the swamp forests, wet himself when Uncle Justin provoked a D-level threat, and even spent a night vomiting after Uncle William tricked him into sleeping with a severed head.

Now...

"Nothing to fear."

Nicholas, seeing those struggling to hold their ground against the shrimp soldiers and crab generals, some even fleeing, boldly grasped his spear and executed the family's "Mystic Shadow Heavenly Cluster Steps." He became a blur of hundreds, dodging Eric's massive finger and its oppressive force, his spear aiming straight for Eric.

He saw the terror in Eric's eyes, a slight smile curling his lips, his voice booming across the battlefield!

"Go to hell, cowards!"

"Now, I am the king of this battlefield!"

One strike.

A fatal blow!

Watching Eric, engulfed in flames, impaled by the spear, Nicholas remained silent, his cold gaze shifting to a fleeing peak Emerging Ability.

He walked through blood, his spear's tip drawing ripples on the ground, truly like a king patrolling the battlefield of the living!

...

"Pfft!"

In the chaotic battlefield, Donna had already moved at the first sign of combat!

She too executed the Azure Cloud Unfalling, using Mystic Shadow Heavenly Cluster Steps to split into hundreds of copies, yet these were the chosen ones.

She stared blankly at the sword tip piercing her left shoulder, dripping blood, seemingly confused.

"Boom!"

The battlefield had no room for hesitation. A palm struck her from behind, sending Donna plummeting from the sky. Mid-air, she turned to face the hidden False Core stage expert... very strong.

"Donna!"

The voices of her useless brother and elder brother reached her ears, those two monks seemingly ignoring her as Donna remained dazed.

With her body in pain, she trembled.

The deepest fears awakened, as they had over the years. She remembered at the Fist of the Hundred sect, how the nursemaid would prick her with needles, dunk her head in water repeatedly, and scald her feet with fire.

Unknown to anyone, she had told Nathan she wanted to cultivate psychic powers with her brother to become strong. That way, no one would dare bully her again.

"Slash!"

A whooshing sound as a Psychic, seeing Donna land, took the opportunity to swing his axe, unleashing all his powers!

But at that moment.

Donna, seemingly delicate, suddenly exploded in strength, her muscles bulging, tearing her yellow dress to reveal her resilient beastly garment!

"Boom!"

Her hand firmly grasped the axe blade, and the ground shattered under the immense force of Donna's arm, thick as an adult's thigh and knotted with muscle!

Once petite, standing less than five feet tall, she now stood nearly six feet, even more imposing than Abbot David outside the gates of Sky Sect!

Her eyes bloodshot, she towered over the terrified genius, her bulging veins and large hand gripping his neck.

Her voice was still somewhat delicate as she shouted.

"Was it you who hit me?"

"No one, no one can oppress me!"

She brutally snapped the Psychic's neck, his protective psychic barrier as fragile as paper under her grip.

She was also... the only body cultivator in Blackwood!

[Your descendant Donna, constantly dying in the Coffin of Death, endured endless agony. She knew that only with a strong body could she avoid being humiliated by the nursemaid again!]

[In the Thunderfire Demon Cave, she wore armor that suppressed her physical strength and endured immense pressure. She slowly got along with the demon-possessed ability users and acquired a body cultivation technique from one of them, becoming a body cultivator. She gained the profession—Bitter Psychic!]

[Trait Acquired: Fury of the Weak Woman!]

[Normally, no one can perceive the strength of her body. When injured, she becomes frenzied, unleashing all her physical strength. Her combat power increases by 20%!]

Thus, she always maintained good relations with the demon-possessed ability users in the Thunderfire Demon Cave, gradually adopting their coarse language to curry favor and learn their body techniques!

So, although her talents were not as great as Nicholas's and her determination not as strong as Edward's, she could always run more effortlessly than both Nicholas and Edward!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A frenzied Donna punched repeatedly on the battlefield, her twin ponytails whipping wildly as she caught the Psychic who had pierced her shoulder.

Then she slammed him to the ground, and under his despairing gaze, she pounded him into a pulp with punch after punch!

"Take a good look at who you hit, you bastard!"

Blood-covered Donna roared.

She was no longer the girl who was bullied and too scared to speak up; she no longer needed to tell anyone, nor did she need Dennis to take her for revenge.

She had strength, she had raging muscles, muscles that could battle with a False Core stage fighter!

"Phew, better keep my distance."

Seeing his sister stabbed but unharmed, and beginning to transform before smashing one of the enemy's minions with a punch, Edward breathed a sigh of relief and stepped back. Over the years, he had grown accustomed to his sister's frenzied, unrecognizable rage after being hit.

"Roar!"

As he pondered, a horde of beasts attacked. Edward dodged swiftly, his eyes fixed on the sky filled with visions of his Betty, a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

His childhood dream was to become a swordsman like the great lords of old, wandering the world with his sword.

Really...

It was quite childish.

"Sing!"

The sound of swords humming filled the air around him as he slowly turned to face the Beast Tamer who had just attacked him.

At that moment,

far away, a dozen powerful Emerging Ability Psychics, along with the Beast Tamer's exotic beast, nearly filled the entire sword formation!

This sword formation, known as The Thirty-Six Celestial Warriors, consisted of thirty-six swords, each positioned strategically, their edges gleaming fiercely.

"Be careful, he's a Sword Cultivator and a Formation Master!"

"This sword formation is no simple matter; smash that throne, it's the foundation of the formation."

"There was once a Master of Sword Formations from the Duke's Mansion!"

Edward paid no heed to the exclamations of the Psychics trapped within the formation; he slowly walked towards the throne and sat down.

That day, he stood under the Primordial Blood Tree.

The Primordial Blood Tree had told him that he would step by step ascend to the lofty throne, and it was indeed accurate.

[Your descendant Edward, emerging from the Duke's Mansion, received from Duke Michael the profound formation array 'The Thirty-Six Celestial Warriors' and the mid-grade psychic weapon 'Sword of the Celestial Noble'!]

[Michael left a message—Johnson's son-in-law should be a gentleman who commands respect from all over the world!]

[Your descendant Edward, in the Sky Sect, sought out formation techniques from the Nine Nether Daoist, diligently practicing the gifts from Michael.]

[Acquired profession—Master of Sword Formations!]

[Your descendant Edward, guided by the old grandfather within George's body, became an eighth-grade Master of Sword Formations!]

From the throne of the eighth-grade sword formation, Edward leisurely watched the thirty-six Swords of the Celestial Noble, attacking the enemies like the most loyal guards.

He was somewhat dazed.

Every day he strived hard; his talents were not outstanding, requiring him to work twice as hard as his siblings!

He did not disappoint his elders; sitting on the lofty throne, he was about to become Johnson's son-in-law.

The years of hardship were all released on this day; these so-called geniuses were nothing in front of him and his siblings!

Within the sword formation, no genius could match them!

He could faintly feel that whether it was Duke Johnson's mansion or his family, there were grand schemes, and he had become a pawn.

But it didn't matter.

With a cold laugh, his voice spread throughout the entire Azure Cloud Martial Pavilion, making all the geniuses who had already left the pavilion bow their heads.

"From today onwards, I forbid anyone to mention geniuses in front of us Blackwoods, nor harbor any ill intentions, whether you advance to Developing Skill or Competent. Remember us, remember today; cross the line, and our fifth-generation descendants will step onto your family's doorstep!"

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