The sword hanging at his waist was suddenly drawn.

The chilling, murderous intent of the Wandering Dragon Sword Technique burst forth from his hand, sweeping with icy coldness straight toward Brian Carter's vital heart.

At this, a glint flashed in George Green's eyes, but he did not intervene. Instead, his expression grew grave as he fixed his gaze on Brian Carter, wanting to see how he would respond.

Again and again.

No matter how much George Green had looked down on Brian Carter before, at this moment he was filled with caution.

“A sword is not used like that.”

Brian Carter spoke calmly.

With fourth-level comprehension and second-level sword talent, the sword techniques of Samuel Foster, Robert Foster, and even James Walker—which were of decent grade but poorly practiced by them—were full of flaws in his eyes.

He didn't even need to test with a move. As James Walker's sword thrust straight for his heart, the sharp blade in his hand was already raised to parry.

“Bang!”

The swords clashed.

Brian Carter's right hand trembled slightly, and using the force of the recoil, he swept his sword horizontally, perfectly blocking the next variation of James Walker's Wandering Dragon Sword Technique.

As the sound of a second sword clash rang out, James Walker's momentum with the Wandering Dragon Sword Technique was spent. In contrast, Brian Carter, taking advantage of the recoil from blocking the strike, twisted his blade, using force against force. The cold, gleaming sword struck hard against James Walker's face, making intimate contact with the right side of his face, which had not yet swollen...

“Slap!”

As always.

This eldest son of the The Walker Family was once again sent flying by a sword strike, crashing to the ground and spitting out a mouthful of blood-mixed broken teeth.

This time, the eldest son of the The Walker Family was finally sobered up.

Two consecutive identical outcomes, plus the burning pain on both sides of his face, all reminded him of one fact: the gap between him and Brian Carter was simply too great.

Recalling his earlier bluster and how he was soundly defeated by Brian Carter in front of Ethan Brooks and the others, James Walker wished he could tear open a crack in the ground and crawl inside.

After knocking aside the obstructing James Walker, Brian Carter coldly approached Samuel Foster. Immediately, Samuel Foster cried out in terror, “What are you trying to do? I’m telling you, my grandfather is one of the clan elders, he controls the clan’s... ah—”

“Shhk!”

Before Samuel Foster could finish, a shrill scream escaped his mouth.

His right wrist had been pierced through by Brian Carter's sword, blood gushing out.

“Stop!”

“What are you doing!”

Seeing Brian Carter strike so ruthlessly, Henry Foster and Robert Foster both shouted in shock and anger, even William Foster was startled: “Brian Carter... you...”

Brian Carter did not reply. After stabbing through Samuel Foster's wrist, he did not stop, thrusting his sword again straight at his calf...

“Stop! I told you to stop!”

Henry Foster was instantly enraged. Taking advantage of William Foster's momentary distraction, he suddenly broke free from her restraint and lunged forward, thrusting his sword. At the peak of the Marrow Cleansing stage, his strength and swordsmanship were on full display!

“Brian Foster, how dare you be so vicious, crippling Samuel's arm! This time, not even your father can save you! Prepare to die!”

“Vicious?”

Brian Carter's expression turned cold.

This is called vicious? One must know, the real Brian Foster was beaten to death by them just four days ago!

Compared to the death of Brian Foster, crippling Samuel Foster's limbs was nothing!

Chapter 7: Killing Intent

“To think even Brother James Walker couldn't do anything to Brian Foster!?”

Charles Reed's face darkened.

His strength was on par with James Walker, so if Brian Carter could easily defeat James Walker, he could certainly defeat him as well.

“Henry Foster alone is clearly no match for Brian Foster... To prevent Brian Foster from attacking Henry Foster again, and to avoid the mistake of fellow disciples harming each other and truly being expelled from the The Foster Family, Sister Miller, please step in this time.”

Ethan Brooks looked at the scene and spoke calmly.

“Fine, I’ve long found this kid an eyesore. He should look in the mirror and see what he’s really like, yet he dares to dream of pursuing you, Senior Sister, like a toad lusting after a swan. I’ll make him understand just how vast the gap is between him and you.”

A slightly excited smile appeared on Karen Miller's face.

“Haha, there’s no need for Sister Miller to act. Mere Brian Foster, I can handle him myself!”

Seeing Karen Miller step forward, George Green laughed loudly, not wanting to miss his chance to shine. He shouted boldly, ignoring the fact that Brian Carter was still fighting Henry Foster: “Brian Foster, your methods are so vicious, no wonder the The Foster Family wants to expel you. You’d better surrender and come with me to the The Foster Family to face your punishment!”

“Is this never going to end?”

Relying on the profound swordsmanship from his days as the Sword Saint of Huaguo, Brian Foster easily defeated Samuel Foster and James Walker, but in terms of cultivation, he was only at the initial Marrow Cleansing stage. Against Henry Foster, who was at the peak of Marrow Cleansing, his advantage was already much smaller. Now, with the addition of George Green, who had refined his internal organs, the situation became dire.

“Flowing Gold Shock!!”

George Green let out a low growl. As he exerted his full strength, the sound of rushing water seemed to roar within his body. Having refined his five viscera and six bowels, he was like a terrifying beast erupting with power, bringing suffocating pressure as he charged, slashing down with his sword. The air itself seemed to tear, and a faint shockwave echoed in the void.

“Bang!”

Brian Carter reacted instantly.

He blocked the strike, easily sealing off the trajectory of the sword.

But...