CHAPTER 407: THOMAS’S REVENGE (PART-2)

The once untouchable "Madam", who had schemed and strutted with arrogance for years, was now pinned helplessly to the ground, gasping and choking like a dog beneath the very boy she had once scorned.

"She was finally able to utter words: "You bastard, how dare you attack me? Let me go, bastard!!!"

Her once-dignified hair was in disarray, her face pale and twisted as she clawed at Thomas’s grip. Yet even now, humiliation wasn’t enough—her arrogance still flared.

"What are you standing there for?!" she screamed at the Clan Leader, eyes blazing with fury. "Take care of your bastard son! Kill him! Kill him now!!"

The Clan Leader’s expression shifted—shock, hesitation, and even a trace of guilt flickered across his face. He hadn’t expected his third son, once cast aside like a cripple, to return with such monstrous strength.

Thomas’s lips curled into a cold, mocking smile as he pressed her head deeper into the ground.

"You still don’t understand, do you?" Thomas said, his voice like thunder rumbling before a storm. "The time of your bitch’s arrogance ends today."

He was ready to punch her in the face, but at that time his so-called father meddled in his attack.

Clang!

A burst of golden light erupted between them. A palm like a mountain seized Thomas’s fist mid-air, halting it inches from her face. The ground quaked under the clash, cracks spiderwebbing across the courtyard.

"Enough!" His roar shook the heavens, his eyes wide with a mix of fury and disbelief. "Thomas, she is your elder! Do you even know what you’re doing?!"

"My elder?" His laughter was sharp, venomous. "This woman framed me, stripped me of everything, and left me to rot like a dog. You—my so-called father—let it happen! And now you dare protect her?!"

"Fuck you, I’m going to destroy her."

With that he attacked again; this time he was faster and stronger.

"Stop it," the clan leader said and tried to stop him but couldn’t stop him perfectly this time.

But he was a breath too slow.

BOOM!

Thomas’s strike tore through the blockade like a raging storm, his fist slamming down with the weight of mountains.

Her skull didn’t shatter instantly—her saintly vitality saved her—but her face smashed into the stone courtyard. Blood gushed, her jaw cracked grotesquely, and her once-beautiful features twisted into a ruin of flesh and bone.

The courtyard echoed with the sickening crunch.

Gasps erupted around them. The elders who still had the strength to watch trembled in disbelief.

She twitched violently, her limbs spasming as blood pooled beneath her.

The Clan Leader’s eyes widened, rage and disbelief flashing within them. "Thomas!" he thundered, veins bulging on his forehead. "Do you truly wish to defy the clan’s will?"

Thomas slowly lifted his blood-stained fist again, his eyes never leaving the broken woman beneath him. His voice was cold and cruel, each word a blade:

"This isn’t about the clan. This is about justice... MY justice."

Boom!

This time he directly attacks the clan leader, the so-called father who abandoned him.

They both fought without any hesitation, making the entire Tremari clan tremble by their clash.

Thomas might have just broken through to half-god, but his foundation was stronger than his father’s, and having been through many dangerous situations made him stronger.

And the more he fought, the braver he became, slowly starting to overwhelm his father.

The remaining energy within him that he absorbed first to rebuild the foundation seemed to act up as he slowly started to digest it thoroughly, increasing his strength during battle.

"What." The clan leader naturally noticed this, and his expression changed.

No, we have to end the battle quickly." And without wasting any time, he attacked with his best attack.

A golden bird seemed to manifest above him, and his aura exploded.

"Die, bastard son."

Thomas also at that time seemed to have enlightenment, as he felt something from the divine power of Apollo within him.

His eyes blazed, his aura exploding with a brilliance that dwarfed his earlier ferocity. He seemed to deepen his understanding of sword law fused with that hidden divine essence, forming a radiance sharp enough to cut eternity itself.

He raised his hand—not with fear, but with newfound clarity—and his voice shook the battlefield:

"Then watch closely, old man... because I’ll tear down even the heavens you cling to!"

He swings his sword, and then...

Boom!

Crack!

A jagged fissure tore through the sky.

The golden bird screamed, its radiance unravelling under the blade’s brilliance. In a single stroke, its divine wings shattered, scattering into fragments of light.

The sword intent did not stop there. It cut through the patriarch’s defence, through his proud divine aura, tearing apart everything that stood before it.

In one strike—just one—Thomas cleaved apart the might of the clan leader, sending his body crashing backward like a broken doll. The earth split beneath him, the Tremari estate reduced to ruins by the aftershock.

Silence fell. No one dared breathe. The entire clan, warriors and servants alike, stood frozen in terror and disbelief.

Their invincible patriarch—peak of the Half-God Realm—had been struck down in a single sword strike by the son they once scorned.

And Thomas, standing amidst the ruin, his sword still humming with divine resonance, only raised his eyes—cold, sharp, unyielding.

After this, he didn’t stop and slowly walked towards the bitch wife of his father. He needed to finish his revenge, and he wasn’t wasting any time for it.

"You slut, now nobody can save you."

Her face twisted in terror. She staggered backward, her once-proud arrogance crumbling into pitiful fear.

"No!!! Don’t come closer! Stay away!" She screamed, her voice breaking.

Her eyes darted to her husband, the once-mighty patriarch now broken and bleeding on the ground.

"Andrew! Save me! How can you lose to your son?! You useless man—stand up! Protect me!"

But the clan leader could only cough blood, his eyes dim with despair. He had no strength left, no pride left—only shame.

But nobody stopped Thomas.

"Die, bitch."

Boom!

A single strike fell.

Splash!

Flesh and blood burst in every direction as her body was annihilated on the spot. There was no chance to scream, no time to beg—she was erased in an instant, reduced to nothing more than a stain on the Tremari clan’s once-proud hall.

Thomas exhaled slowly, his chest rising and falling as the last ember of his long-nurtured hatred flickered out. At last, his revenge was complete.