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Wu Lieng had trained relentlessly all this time and ascended to a much higher realm.
Yet something essential still eluded him, something he could not awaken.
He was simply too peaceful an old man.
And yet, now...
He could feel it.
Wrath.
His father's strongest emotion, the very force he had wielded to defy the heavens.
"{Heavenly Demonic Dragon Arts}: {World-Bending Claw}!!!"
BOOOM! BOOOM! BOOOM! BOOOM!
Before the old man everyone had always dismissed and looked down upon,
dozens of Vampires—nearly at the Initial Stage of Immortality—were torn apart.
To shreds.
They exploded, engulfed in dark red and black flames.
Reduced to ashes.
As if he knew they would regenerate otherwise.
"...?!"
Archduchess Veloria, who had remained so composed before, suddenly spat out the wine she was sipping. Her eyes fixed on Wu Lieng as he fought with ferocious intensity.
She recognized his movements, his technique...
He had honed this power and transformed it.
