The D'Aurelius Family Descends
Steffan slowly swept his cold gaze over everyone's frightened faces.
Their fear pleased him.
This...
Was exactly the reaction he wanted.
A cruel smile spread across his face.
"So..."
"This is the courage of Valemont's Old Martial Arts world?"
He laughed mockingly.
"I haven't even begun killing anyone, and you've already lost the will to fight."
His sharp eyes landed on Priya before shifting toward Yana Tyson.
"You call yourselves protectors of your households?"
"You can't even protect yourselves."
He took another slow step forward.
Every footstep echoed like a death knell.
"Yana Tyson..."
"You rejected my kindness once."
"You rejected it a second time."
"Do you know what that means?"
Without waiting for an answer, he continued coldly,
"It means the Tyson Family no longer deserves to exist."
His voice became increasingly arrogant.
"Today, your household will disappear."
"Your disciples..."
"Your elders..."
"Your inheritance..."
