The Pinnacle of Life

Zayn stomped harshly, instantly making a large pit on the ground. His figure rose from the ground and leaped into the air, then he dashed towards the group of people like a meteor.
“Grand… Grandmaster!” Weiner was shocked, he knew this aura too well.
It was because they always felt it on the body of their father, Carlos Stoermer, but… Zayn Stoermer had become a Grandmaster. How was it possible?
“36 Heavenly Spirits! Get into formation!”
However, this was all too late.
Since Zayn had just become a Grandmaster, he was about to kill someone to establish his authority, making a blood sacrifice for the title of Grandmaster.
Boom!
Weiner was a bit slow. Zayn, who had released his internal force, grabbed him, swinging his palm towards him. His complete head was then smashed into pieces, as if it were a mere watermelon.
One could never know the greatness of a Grandmaster unless he were to become a Grandmaster. That was a realm that not even Peak-Earth experts could be able to feel personally. Grandmasters shall not be insulted because of how hard it was to become one. It was a qualitative change of martial arts, their battle powers were at least ten times stronger than Peak-Earth experts.
With Weiner dead, the other two brothers of the Stoermers were even more enraged.

However, the great 36 Heavenly Spirits had surrounded Zayn at this moment.
All of them were holding a short knife. With the coordination of their formation, their power was limitless… Ivan and Finn immediately hid themselves within the formation.
Ivan said viciously, “Zayn Stoermer, you actually have become a Grandmaster. No wonder you have the balls to go against the Stoermers of Alaska. But Grandmasters would have to die when going up against the 36 Heavenly Spirits! Besides, you had only just become a Grandmaster.”
Finn yelled, “Why are you still talking nonsense to this old b*stard? Just kill him right now! I want the Stoermers of Michigan to be completely wiped out of America today. Kill all the men and sell all the women a s prostitutes!”
Alex sat on the stool, watching the battle ensue below the stage.
‘That 36 Heavenly Spirits whatsoever really are something.’
Zayn was trapped in the formation. He actually could not fight in close quarters and the release of his inner force lost its due effect as well. Within a few seconds, he even encountered a few dangers.
Of course, having said that, it was not easy for the 36 Heavenly Spirits to kill a Grandmaster.
It was because it was not hard for a Grandmaster to make an escape despite struggling with his injuries. This was the first time that Zayn went up against the 36 Heavenly Spirits. He was extremely confident in himself before the battle. However, now he faced them head-on, he was anxious that he was going to spit blood. It was really… too hard. More importantly, he still couldn’t escape at this point.
If he were to escape, the lives of the family members behind him would be endangered.
Moreover, outsiders who wanted to rush in to help would be hacked to death if they were not capable.
“Master Rockefeller, what are we going to do? My dad is trapped inside! He will get killed if he makes any mistake. He just advanced to the rank of Grandmaster, he could not become the Grandmaster with the shortest lifespan in history!” Kazim hurriedly said.
He used to think it was embarrassing to refer to Alex as Master Rockefeller.
However, now that he had seen his medical skills, especially after he had helped his father to achieve Grandmaster, he had absolutely no psychological barrier for calling him Master Rockefeller. It was because he lived up to the “Master” title, regardless of him being his son-in-law or not.
Alex grabbed Daya’s hand and said, “Daya, let’s duet. You’ll sing, I’ll play the piano. Our melodies would merge perfectly with each other.”
The rest of the Stoermers were speechless.
Just a while ago, they felt it was outrageous when Alex brought the piano out.
‘Zayn Stoermer is going to die at any point now, why are you still playing the piano at such a critical time? Be a little more serious, will you?’