A Thunderous Clash Between Heaven and Earth

General Lawrence shouted, "Grace Wan, you vicious wolf! The sons and daughters of the Zhu Family are not afraid of death! Even if you kill us all, we won't blink an eye—you won't get a shred of satisfaction from revenge!"

Grace glanced at her grandfather.

That was truly her grandfather—he said exactly what Grace was thinking.

"Hmph! Uncle, if you please—go ahead!" Grace Wan snapped, gritting her teeth.

The black-clad attacker suddenly reached out, and Minister Zhuo was flung into the air, crashing hard onto a chair.

After landing, he couldn’t move a muscle—not even his eyelids could twitch.

Step by step, the black-clad attacker advanced toward Grace.

General Lawrence, Jason Zhuo, and Maya Summers all rushed to shield Grace, forming a protective barrier around her.

But before the black-clad attacker even lifted a finger, they were sent flying, coughing up blood, each one seriously wounded.

Evan Xiao took a deep breath.

Looks like today, Evan Xiao has no choice but to restore his powers.

He’d been waiting for the right moment to tell Grace and Minister Zhuo the truth—well, today’s the day!

He walked toward the black-clad attacker, about to speak, when suddenly, from the void, a voice rang out: "Amitabha!"

The first syllable of that voice seemed to come from a thousand miles away, but by the last word, the speaker was standing right in front of Grace.

He wore pristine blue-and-white monk’s robes, like a beam of light piercing the darkness—Master Sage Dao had arrived.

Instantly, all the murderous tension in the room vanished.

"Master Sage Dao!" Grace called out joyfully.

He was here. Now, her whole family was saved.

Master Sage Dao nodded gently to her, then turned to the black-clad attacker and said, "Wan Clan leader, these people are just ordinary folk. In your eyes, they're no more than ants—let them go!"

"Master Sage Dao," the black-clad attacker narrowed his eyes. "Why do you keep protecting them over and over?"