The Amazing Son in Law The Charismatic Charlie Wade

The thunderous explosion reverberated through the sky, jolting the entire city of Aurous Hill from its slumber. In an instant, the blast spread far and wide, shattering the tranquility of the night.

Within the valley where the explosion occurred, the once lush vegetation was decimated, leaving behind a hollow void that stretched hundreds of meters in radius. It was as if nature itself had been consumed by the destructive force.

Gideon, who stood at the epicenter of the explosion, had been obliterated entirely. Not a trace of his existence remained—no remnants, no residue. The notion of a soul departing from the body and finding a new lease on life was nothing but a ruse, a deceitful ploy to lure them into an honorable death.

In his final moments, Gideon discovered a truth he never could have fathomed. The formation left by the British Lord in their Soul Palace thirty years ago wasn’t a sanctuary for the soul, but rather a potent self-destructive array—a weapon of mass annihilation.

What he had perceived as a glimmer of hope for rebirth turned out to be nothing more than a means to perish alongside his enemies.

Just as the explosion shook the earth, Joe, who stood mere meters away from Gideon, vanished without a trace. All that remained on the ground were tattered shreds of his clothing and minuscule fragments, reduced to the size of fingernails. These fragments were once part of Amber’s Soul Piercing Blade.

Even his Thunderbolt, crafted from lightning-struck wood, had been reduced to a charred mass of black ash by the cataclysmic blast.

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of the scorched circle, a severely injured woman struggled to crawl forward. She was Zeba.

Although Zeba had managed to escape the devastating impact of the explosion, her condition was far from promising. Overwhelmed by the shockwave, she had been sent hurtling through the air, her body battered and broken. Her meridians were severed, bones shattered, and internal organs grievously wounded. While she clung to life, her survival remained uncertain.

Enduring excruciating pain, Zeba crawled onward, panting heavily, her curses flowing uncontrollably in hushed tones. “Damn that Lord… after all these years… deceiving us,” she muttered. “After unlocking the Soul Palace, how could… how could there be such a fantastical notion as the death of the body and the rebirth of the soul? It’s all a lie… a terrible lie! That despicable scoundrel… he… he turned the four of us… into mere human bombs… to detonate when we face a life-or-death crisis… We were led to believe that in the face of mortal danger, we could leave behind a trace of our souls, seize new bodies, and reclaim our lives… but it was all a sham…”

“The true purpose of that bastard was to ensure that, in dire circumstances, we would open the Soul Palace, sacrificing ourselves alongside our enemies… this scheme is diabolically brilliant… For… the enemy capable of driving us to the brink of destruction would undoubtedly pose an immense threat to that bastard and the entire Warriors Den…”

“And with this manipulation of the Soul Palace, he could ensure that the four of us would perish alongside our enemies without hesitation, utilizing death as the ultimate solution to all hidden perils… It’s utterly sinister!”

Her mind filled with these thoughts, Zeba couldn’t help but murmur, “For many years, the four of us served you faithfully… yet you never regarded us as human beings. What difference is there?”

Gritting her teeth, she pushed through the agony, determined to crawl farther into the mountain’s depths.

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not far from

precautionary measure. Thunder roared in the distance, stirring worry and anxiety among the entire family. Samuel Evans, the elderly patriarch, paced restlessly in the room,

comfort. “Worry not, old man. Master Wade possesses immeasurable power. The thunder you heard must be

muttered incredulously, “You mean Amber can summon

expression awash with fascination. “I’ve had the privilege of witnessing Master Wade’s celestial lightning a few times. When the thunder descends, the sky becomes cloaked in dark

speechless. Samuel Evans, in particular, wore

art of summoning celestial thunder is intricately tied to formations. From my perspective, formations are akin to atomic energy. Imagine telling someone from a bygone era that a small piece of radioactive

explanation, but the elderly lady beside him couldn’t conceal her worry. Through tear-filled eyes, she pleaded, “I’m concerned for Amber’s safety, Don Albert.

responded, “Dear lady, Master Wade has explicitly instructed that once you were safely evacuated, no one should interfere. We must wait here

of formidable warriors stationed at the hot spring hotel near the

Amber once again. These past twenty years have been far too arduous for him. As his

back, comforting her, “Worry not, my dear. Amber has become a force to be reckoned with, far surpassing our own capabilities. Even if we

explosion shattered the tranquility outside the villa, causing the laminated tempered glass

aftermath of the explosion, the elderly lady felt an excruciating pain in her

seizing him. He had personally witnessed Amber summon celestial thunder, and he knew that the colossal blast they had just experienced was not the product of celestial

hesitation, he shouted,

rushed out the door in a frenzy, leaping into the awaiting helicopter parked in the courtyard. Addressing

Jack, who quickly climbed aboard the helicopter. He blurted out, “Don Albert, I’ll accompany

his mind racing, replied, “Inspector Lee, Master Wade instructed me to ensure the safety

police officer. When it

a brief pause, Don Albert relented, saying, “Very well, Inspector Lee. You can

to the pilot, he urged, “Take

ascending into the night sky with Don Albert and Jack aboard, hurtling toward Willow

the skies above the villa, Don Albert spotted a peculiar circular