Chapter 8: Mutual Destruction

Words : 1459 Updated : Feb 28th, 2026

It was the kind of night where the moon vanished and the wind sharpened. A night made for murder and arson. Brock Yale stared at the man in front of him, his gaze cold and flat. It sank like a black abyss, like the stare of some deep-sea behemoth rising from the dark, chilling the spine without a word. The man felt that pressure. His eyes narrowed slightly, yet the smile on his face never changed. "Not bad. Not bad…" "Just ten years. Your strength has far exceeded what I imagined." "If you kneel right now and bow your head to serve me…" "I might consider sparing you. I'll even introduce you to the King of Zerton." "Your future would be-" "No." Micah Oldakers's brows jumped. He hurriedly cut in, voice sharp with panic. "This brat killed my son and daughter, and my granddaughter too! Anderson Dalton, you have to kill him!" Anderson Dalton's expression tightened with faint displeasure at being interrupted, but he did not even spare Micah Oldakers a glance. His eyes stayed locked on Brock Yale, his smile turning sinister. "Well, kid? What do you say?" "Pah!" Brock Yale spat lightly, without a second's hesitation. "You filthy piece of trash…" "You think you're worthy of me bowing to you?" "Die." The moment the word fell- Brock Yale struck. His fist drove straight toward Anderson Dalton's chest. "Overestimating yourself!" Anderson Dalton caught the incoming force and snorted, throwing his own punch to meet it. His fist shot out. The air howled. Fast against fast, in the blink between sparks- Their fists collided. Crack! A crisp, sickening snap burst through the air like bone shattering. Anderson Dalton did not even have time to scream. He flew backward and slammed down hard, sprawled on the ground like a dead dog, wailing in agony. "Y-you… you're a Heavenly Realm martial artist?" "Hmph." Brock Yale did not bother answering. He lifted his foot and tapped down lightly. A corner of the floor tile snapped up like a blade and punched straight through Anderson Dalton's skull. One of the King of Zerton's two top experts… Killed by Brock Yale as if it took no effort at all. Micah Oldakers collapsed onto the ground, landing hard on his backside. He pointed at Brock Yale, his lips trembling so badly his teeth clicked. "Y-you… how did you do it?!" Brock Yale turned his head. He did not respond to the question. His voice came out flat, each word hammered out slow and clear. "Answer. My. Question." Micah Oldakers's breath caught. Cold sweat poured down his forehead. He was about to speak when the corner of his eye swept over the bodies of his children, and the Oldakers family members around him. Grief surged up like a flood, and with it, a hard, desperate resolve. A thought of mutual destruction flashed through his mind. "You want the truth?" Micah Oldakers's mouth twisted into a strange, mocking grin. "Then go ask the King of Zerton yourself!" As soon as he finished, he sprang up and lunged, jaws snapping toward Brock Yale's calf. "Rabid old dog." Brock Yale spat, lifted his foot, and crushed Micah Oldakers's head in one step. Red and white splattered across the ground. It was a horror to behold. Micah Oldakers knew he was going to die. So he aimed his last malice at the King of Zerton. If Brock Yale dared to go looking for the King of Zerton, it would be walking straight into his own grave. Anderson Dalton was dead. The Oldakers family had been driven into a corner. There was no escaping tonight. Even if it cost the entire Oldakers family, Micah Oldakers wanted to drag Brock Yale down with them. Brock Yale understood the vicious intent perfectly. He simply did not care. He turned and walked toward the remaining members of the Oldakers family. One minute later, Brock Yale left the Oldakers family's old estate with a string of severed heads hanging from his hand. The Oldakers family, entire clan- Erased from existence. The night deepened. Aetherhaven Palace… It sat in the heart of Zerton's most prosperous district. Compared to the surrounding skyscrapers, the King of Zerton's hundred-acre estate was priceless land in a city where every inch was gold. At the center of the estate, behind towering walls like a forbidden imperial fortress, luxury overflowed in every direction. Anyone who had ever stepped inside could not help but marvel at the King of Zerton's power and wealth. Inside Aetherhaven Palace, a charity gala was underway. Zerton's most prominent families gathered here. The entire palace blazed with glittering lights and flowing wine. Brock Yale arrived at the gates with severed heads in hand. The main entrance did not open. So he raised his palm and struck. The surrounding wall shuddered, then collapsed into rubble. Brock Yale strolled in as if he owned the place. Pedestrians on the street saw it and froze on the spot, stunned into silence. "Chairman Qian Shenghuo of Zerton Drako Group, respectfully donates: three hundred million!" "Chairman Huang Xiongwei of Zerton Peak Group, respectfully donates: five hundred million!" "Zerton's richest man, Wang Baiwan, respectfully donates: one billion!" Zerton's top tycoons were all present. A long line still stretched from the entrance. The donation list was just as endless as the crowd waiting to be admitted. It was packed shoulder to shoulder. These were all men who ruled their own corners of Zerton. Yet here they stood, obediently lining up at Aetherhaven Palace's gate, postures humble to the point of disgrace. None of them felt ashamed. They felt proud. They all understood what this gala really was. It was called charity. In truth, it was a money grab. And they still paid gladly. One after another, they came running to hand the King of Zerton their cash, just for a chance to glimpse him in person. If they could use that to build a connection with him… Then one day soaring to the top would be only a matter of time. "B-Brock Yale… d-donates… f-four… human heads…" A trembling announcement suddenly rang out. The gate of Aetherhaven Palace fell into an instant hush. In the next breath- Everyone was stunned. "Brock Yale?!" "Isn't that the kid who stormed the Oldakers family villa this afternoon?" "Has he lost his mind? He actually dared to come cause trouble at Aetherhaven Palace?" "This is the King of Zerton's home! Does he want to die?" The crowd erupted into restless commotion. "How dare you!" A captain of the King of Zerton's guards strode out with ten armored guards at his back. He pointed at Brock Yale and roared, "Kid, you've got a lot of nerve!" "You dare make trouble at the gates of Aetherhaven Palace?" "Take him!" The ten guards immediately surrounded Brock Yale and rushed him without another word. "Whoosh!" Brock Yale did not even bother looking at them. He marched straight through the entrance, charging forward like a battering ram. They were nothing to him. They did not even see how he moved- They only hit the ground one after another, arms and legs broken, screaming in pain. "Hmph." Brock Yale snorted and stood tall before the palace courtyard. He planted his hands on his hips, drew in a breath, and thundered his voice across the estate. "King of Zerton! Come out. I have questions for you!"

Chapter 8: Mutual Destruction

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