The Power Domain of a Martial King surged forward, rushing straight for Alvin Morgan and Arthur Lockwood.
The color drained from Dean Morgan and Abel Lockwood's faces as they swiftly moved to block it.
Hector Lennox frowned slightly, let out a light cough, and shattered the Power Domain within the room.
Victor Trent picked up his teacup, a triumphant glint in his eyes. He glanced at the others across from him before turning to Hector Lennox with a smile. "Consultant Lennox, what do you think of my son's strength?"
Hector Lennox considered it for a moment. "How old is your son?"
"Thirty. He just had his breakthrough recently."
"Impressive for his age," Hector Lennox praised, beckoning to Drake Trent. "Come over here, let me take a look..."
Drake Trent had a reserved and steady air about him, unlike the flamboyant and unrestrained Norman Trent. After taking a few steps forward, he bowed respectfully to Hector Lennox and held out his arm.
