A genius was consigned into a three-year-long oblivion. How could a golden dragon resign himself to a rivulet? As his demonic saber woke up, the God of Battles came back with the glory of invincibility. The world changed, the tides rose, he came back to life and slayed like an invincible God.
The Empire of Wilderness was located in the Northern Territory of Valenpool Continent. The entire Northern Territory had hundreds of countries, large and small, engaged in endless battles all year round. Therefore, everyone in the Northern Territory admired martial arts. The Human Emperor of the Empire of Wilderness was at Saint Realm. He lived in the Central Imperial City. His might of the Saint pervaded the entire dynasty, suppressing countless demons and devils and intimidating the world.
Riverham City was a third-rate city in the Empire of Wilderness. There were at least hundreds of such cities in the Empire of Wilderness. It was like an inconspicuous star in the night sky. Even if it were destroyed, it would not attract the slightest attention.
At this moment, in the training square of the Lawtons, Riverham City.
Countless young elites of the Lawtons circled in the training square. They were either in groups of three or five, or in pairs. There was admiration on their faces, and flattery in their gaze.
In the middle of these people stood a young man dressed in a brocade robe. He was around seventeen or eighteen, with a three-foot long sword at his waist and boots lined with golden threads on his feet. His flowing long hair was tied behind his head. He was talking to the people around him with a smile.
His name was Harold Lawton. He was one of the few geniuses in the younger generation of the Lawtons in Riverham City. He already reached the ninth level of Body-Refining Realm at the age of seventeen. He could be considered a rare genius even in the entire Riverham City.
At the edge of the training square, a young man dressed in a long green robe sat cross-legged under a willow tree. Compared to Harold in the middle of the training square, the young man seemed to be out of place.
The young man looked very handsome. His face had sharp edges and corners. With two eyebrows wrinkled slightly, he closed his eyes tightly and placed his hands in front of him. A faint spiritual power fluctuation emitted from his body.
His name was Trevin Lawton. He was the son of Ethan Lawton, the patriarch of the Lawtons. He practiced martial arts at the age of ten and reached the ninth level of Body-Refining Realm in two years. He had condensed spiritual power seeds in his body and became a Martial Master. His talent was terrifying and was praised as a rare genius in Riverham City. Thus, he attracted great jealousy from the countless forces in the city.
However, the good times would not last. Trevin's Ability Level suddenly retreated to the third level of Body-Refining Realm. In three years, it was difficult for him to advance an inch, causing countless people to sigh.
After a while, Trevin finally opened his eyes. The spiritual power fluctuations on his body slowly dispersed. He slowly exhaled and sighed softly. He sounded helpless, but his eyes became incomparably bright, like the bright stars in the night sky, dazzling.
"Harold, look at that trash sighing." At this moment, a mocking voice suddenly sounded. Beside Harold in the middle of the training square, a young man who looked about the same age as Trevin was looking at him with disdain.
Rex was one of the direct descendants of the Lawtons, the son of Trevin's fourth uncle, Rafael. He was at the sixth level of Body-Refining realm.
"Is he worried about the coming-of-age ceremony three months from now? That's right. This trash's cultivation is only at the third level of Body-Refining Realm. He always relies on his patriarch father and is used to the luxurious life of a young master. Now, he is going to be assigned to manage the family's property. How can he not be worried?" Another young man named Alex Lawton also said.
"Harold, should we go take a look?" Rex, who had just spoken, continued to speak to Harold. There was a hint of fawning in his tone.
"Of course, the genius of the Lawtons is in trouble. As a cousin, I have to share the burden, don't I?" Hearing Rex's words, Harold revealed an elusive smile and deliberately emphasized the word "share".
"Harold is indeed a caring person. It looks like this trash is lucky today. He can actually be helped by Harold. I'm afraid that even if he is expelled from the family, he won't have any regrets."
"Harold is worthy of being a genius of the younger generation of our Lawtons. We admire this kind of big heart."
Just as the group of disciples of the Lawtons led by Harold walked towards Trevin, Trevin stood up, dusted himself off and headed outside the training square.
However, Rex obviously wanted to make a show in front of Harold, so just as Trevin walked a few steps, Rex suddenly rushed in front of him and stretched out his hands to stop him. His tone was filled with endless ridicule. "Isn't this our great genius of the Lawtons, Trevin? Why are you leaving so early today? Do you know that morning classes have just ended? "
"Move aside!"
Seeing that it was Rex, who he hated the most, Trevin's tone was also slightly cold, his two beautiful eyebrows wrinkled.
Feeling the way Trevin treated him, Rex snorted coldly and said to Trevin, "Let's not do this the hard way. Harold wants to see you."
"Excuse me. I'm not interested." Trevin smiled coldly and then ignored Rex, bypassing Rex and heading outside the training square.
"Do you still think you're the same genius as three years ago? The current you are just a piece of trash that can't cultivate and stops at the third level of Body-Refining Realm." Seeing that Trevin actually ignored him, Rex continued.
Hearing Rex's words, Trevin paused. He sighed lightly and said in a voice that only he could hear, "It seems that I still can't ignore the opinions of others."
"Three years ago, why didn't you dare to say such things to me?" Trevin slowly turned around and looked at Rex as if he was an idiot.
Shortly after, Trevin arrived in front of Harold.
Nobody understood what Trevin wanted to do, so they all looked at him in surprise.
"If you want to use such a person to disgust me, then congratulations. You did it, and I was indeed disgusted by him." Trevin looked at Harold calmly. His voice was neither anxious nor with any hesitation. His tone was indifferent. There was no emotion at all.
Hearing Trevin's words, people around them looked at Trevin in horror again. They did not understand why Trevin was still so arrogant. It was really as Rex had said. Did he think that he was still the peerless genius who shocked Riverham City three years ago?
As for Harold, his expression became extremely ugly. As one of the few geniuses in the Lawtons, when had he been taught a lesson by a trash?
However, Trevin didn't care how irritated Harold was. After saying this, he didn't even look at Harold and directly walked out of the training square.
Rex stopped Trevin again. Just as he was about to say something, he heard Harold's voice. "Let him go!"
"But Harold, he treated you like that just now." Rex said reluctantly to Harold.
"I said let him go!" Harold's tone this time was obviously much colder and his voice firmer. As a genius of the Lawtons, Harold's word was law among the younger generation.
Therefore, Rex sighed and had no choice but to let Trevin leave. However, he did it unwillingly. "Let's see how long you can be this arrogant. I will make you pay the price for what you did today at the Rite of Passage in three months."
Rex originally thought that Trevin would get angry hearing this. Then he could just take the opportunity to beat Trevin so he would lie in bed for two weeks. However, Rex was surprised that Trevin was expressionless and had no sign of being angry. He ignored Rex again.
Rex was furious. This trash actually ignored him one time after another. This made Rex very angry. However, with Harold's previous order, Rex did not dare to attack Trevin. Harold was one of the powerful candidates for the next Patriarch. Rex did not dare to offend Harold.
Therefore, even though Rex was so angry with Trevin, he could let Trevin leave. Yet he still couldn't get over it. He walked over to Harold and said with grievance, "Harold, why did you let that trash leave? He is too arrogant."
"The Rite of Passage will be held in three months. Every participant of the Lawtons will have to accept challenges from others that day. I remember that you will also be participating in it this year."
"Harold, what do you mean?" When Rex asked the question, a cruel light flashed in his eyes.
Hearing Rex's question, Harold nodded. Although he didn't say it clearly, they already understood each other. Only the people beside them were confused and didn't understand what they were talking about.
Although their voices weren't loud, they were clearly heard by Trevin who was about to leave the training square not far away.
Trevin stopped, looked up at the sky and muttered, "Trash? Perhaps it's time to end it."
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