Dimensional Descent

Leonel cleared his throat, trying to gloss over the awkward gaffe.

"It's nice that you're not a bachelor, having someone by your side in your old age is good."

"Are you calling me old, brat?"

Leonel smiled. "I heard for auntie that you're not supposed to be in the Void Palace at all, how'd you pull it off?"

Montez seemed gratified for a moment that Leonel was calling his wife auntie. But, hearing his question, he snorted.

"Morales men do as they please, as if they can stop me from visiting my wife and nephew if I want."

"Your wife doesn't seem to want you to visit, though."

Montez seemed to blush for a moment, but he quickly recovered.

"What do you know?! That woman told me not to appear before her again until I decided to put a baby inside her, she's crazy!"

Leonel sputtered, rolling his lips over each other to stop himself from laughing any harder. He realized that finding his uncle's weakness was the same as finding his father's weakness. Velasco was lucky that Leonel hadn't known his mother for most of his life, but now that he did, he wouldn't let that old man off next time he saw him.

"Then just put a baby in her, don't tell me you're impotent, unc?"

Montez's expression darkened. "Who's impotent?! My vitality could run circles around yours, you're lucky I'm a married man or else I'd take you to the closest brothel and bury you!"

Leonel laughed so hard his vision blurred. The role models in his family seemed to really be top notch. It was no wonder their wives had such a tight leash on him. Luckily, he was a much better man and hadn't stumbled into these degenerate ways.

Montez shook his head.

good job distracting me, but you're not getting out of this

Leonel's teleportation attempt shattered,

out?" Leonel practically

better forget about running away. You're going to sit here until I'm satisfied, and you're going to continue coming here as well, or else I won't mind spanking you in front of

this? If you're really capable, go and take your rage out on my that old

SNAP!

rubbing his

hard he was almost certain that a lump would form if not for his Starry Tailed

that trash family. I bet it still hurts, though. There's

that he wasn't going to

how was he supposed to do this, exactly? And how was this

hard. Leonel was fairly certain that he could copy perfectly. However,

almost reached full

current Spear

Then, he laughed, his booming voice almost shattering the protective

your Fifth Dimensional

"Controlled range."

before, but this is probably the

from a larger range. It is the King of the Battlefield,

range of a spear, nothing should be able to enter without dying, and nothing should be able to get close without your

a glance that your control

shook his head. Him? Lacking control? That was probably the one thing he had in

his stubbornness and he didn't like accepting things he couldn't under the purpose of. He had even spent so long in the Four Seasons Realm all because he couldn't understand why the Heavenly Body Realm

would need more

uncle just say the spear didn't have any elegance, fancy tricks or flare? What was poetry, music and painting if not exactly those