The Lee Clan’s mansion in Manila City, lay nestled in a fertile valley surrounded by high cliffs and flowing grand river.

It was a beautiful and peaceful white mansion with pink autumn trees and gardens. But beauty meant nothing when death came knocking the doors.

The Lee family was a major power in Manila city, controlled entirely by the Lee Clan. Here, they acted like a government with full legal authority.

Their family symbol, the three autumn leaves, is raised into the sky on a balloon and at the centre of the mansion a pole lifts the sign in golden colour.

The symbol also flew proudly over every gate, and their young family members were playing with iron football.

The family guards were all Lee Clan trusted cultivators, their armor bearing the autumn leaves symbol.

But today, none of that mattered. Today, the Clark family has arrived.

The enormous war jets finally began revealing themselves. As the stealth mode was removed, all the Clark family jets came into view and hovered above the mansion of the Lee family.

The first thing Clark family army did was to set up jammers and anti recording flash lights.

The servants and guards scrambled and began running inside the walls in panic.

After all, flying war jets weren’t allowed to fly over Lee family estate unless it was unauthorized.

Then a voice boomed across the sky, thundering like divine judgment.

A single figure shot forward from the flying ship on a hover board, his robes flaring in the wind, black hair trailing behind him like a banner of war.

He stood mid-air, one hand behind his back, a lazy smirk on his face.

It was Tony Clark!

Beside him, Jean White came following closely.

"Lee Clan!"

His voice echoed with life energy.

"You’ve lived long enough!"

Countless eyes turned towards the entrance.

"Bang...!"

Tony directly smashed the massive entrance gate into small pieces.

Lee Clan elders and disciples rushed out of their halls, expressions ranging from confusion to disbelief.

Some laughed, thinking it was an idiot who came seeking death. Others felt an icy chill crawl down their backs.

Tony Clark continued, his tone sharp and cold.

"Today, I, Tony Clark, stand before your gates to uproot your entire family. You have two choices— surrender now and maybe, just maybe, I’ll spare your dead bodies intact."

He grinned.

"Or resist... and you can evaporate from the surface of the earth."

Silence!

Heavy, suffocating silence fell over Lee mansion.

Lee family core members and elder began watching Tony from windows.

Then, the Clark family forces descended behind Tony Clark like avengers, come to kill Thanos.

Anyone with half a brain could tell— this wasn’t a bluff or intimidating act. They were here to deliver justice.

"Who are these people?" The prince of Lee family, Chen Lee, asked with a confused look.

The elder looked at Chen Lee, like he was seeing an idiot.

"The flying ship was clearly that of the Clark Clan, and at its head stood their heir, Tony Clark." The servant behind replied in a shaky tone.

From the inner walls of Lee estate, a surge of life energy rippled outward as several figures shot into the sky, streaks of light converging towards the gates.

Leading them was an old man with a long silver beard and deep-set eyes that shimmered with restrained power.

His robe bore the three autumn leaves insignia embroidered in gold thread— clearly an elder of the Lee Clan.

He stepped forward, attempting to calm the fear below as he faced Tony Clark.

"Young Master Tony," he said, his voice echoing through the air. "This... is an unexpected visit. Please accept the Lee family’s hospitality."

He cupped his fists in formal greeting, though his hands trembled slightly.

"I didn’t come here to see your nonsense. I came for revenge." Tony said directly.

"We, the Lee Clan, have always respected the Clark family. We’ve never crossed you. So may I ask— why have you come to our gates with such killing intent?"

For a moment, Tony Clark just stared at him with an amusing look.

"Hahaha..."

He began laughing loudly with an arrogant face.

"Not offended me?" He repeated mockingly.

"Are you truly clueless, or just pretending?" Tony Clark’s expression turned cold.

"Young Master Tony, please speak directly. My family has an over lord rank cultivator. Keep in mind that the Lee family is not your branch family to play with." Ren Lee, the family head, said in a serious tone as he couldn’t bear to see a young teenager mocking him before his family.

Boom!

A wave of spiritual energy burst from the flying ship above Tony.

"A Supreme...!!!" Dong Lee felt his life escape after sensing the power above him.

The Grand supreme ancestor of the Clark family, Kent Clark, stepped beside Tony, stroking his white beard with idle amusement.

"What’s taking you so long?" Kent asked slowly as placed a hand on Tony’s shoulder.

The Lee Clan’s Elders immediately took out their weapons as they got ready to respond to the Clark Clan’s threat though many were visibly scared.

"Wait!"

A new voice echoed like thunder through the sky— steady, deep, and filled with authority.

Everyone turned toward the heart of Lee mansion, where a majestic pressure surged upward, parting the clouds above like a divine blade.

From the main hall of the Lee Clan manor, a figure rose into the air.

He wore flowing silver and crimson robes embroidered with golden plum blossoms.

His long black hair was streaked with gray, and his stern face bore the weight of decades of leadership.

His presence silenced everything.

It was the Lee Clan ancestor, the over lord rank martial warrior— Dong Lee.

The air turned heavier as he floated forward, stepping between his trembling family members and the Clark family’s looming forces.

"Young Master Tony Clark!" He said calmly, hands clasped behind his back. "I am Dong Lee, Over Lord warrior of the Lee Clan!"

He introduced himself politely with his head bowed.

Dong Lee’s gaze swept over the Kent Clark and finally landed his family members,

He turned back to Tony Clark and bowed.

Not a groveling bow, but a formal, sincere gesture of submission.

"We... surrender!" Gasps erupted behind him.

"What?!"

"Ancestor!"

Several Lee Clan elders stepped forward in protest, faces twisted in disbelief.

"Ancestor, how can we just surren..."

"Silence!"

Dong Lee’s voice cracked like thunder.

Those who spoke immediately shut their mouths.

He turned to them with eyes that had once led the clan through wars, disasters, and family rivalries.

"Look around you. Can’t you see the White family girl? She came with backing. Do you think we are in any position to bargain?"

His eyes landed on Supreme Warrior, Kent Clark.

Others might not recognize him, but how could he not?

Kent Clark— a monster in his prime. His name once echoed across the continents. No one dared to provoke him.

He was said to have reached the peak of the Supreme warrior stage —a realm Dong Lee couldn’t even dream of touching.

If Kent Clark wanted to, Dong Lee knew that he could reduce Manila City to ashes in seconds... How can a single Lee clan stop him.

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