Absorb the Other Party!

Ian looked at him and fell silent for a second.

Then he spoke.

"My turn."

The moment the words fell, Ian moved.

Walter did not see how he moved.

His eyes could not catch it.

His senses could not keep up.

His brain could not process it either.

One second, Ian was still standing in front of him, hands hanging at his sides, his expression calm. The next, Ian's fist had already slammed into his stomach.

That punch was not heavy, but it was dense. It did not feel like it had struck his skin, but like it had struck his soul. Walter felt all his organs shift under that blow. Acid surged up from his stomach into his throat, and he bent over, opened his mouth, and spat out a mouthful of golden liquid. That was the blood of the Jupiter Family, the blood of an alien, the blood of a god.

He knelt on the ground, both hands braced against the earth, gasping for breath. Golden blood dripped onto the rubble, glittering in the sunlight like molten gold.

"Father—!"

Layton shouted, struggling up from the ground and charging toward the bottom of the pit.

Ian did not look at him. He merely raised his left hand and waved it lightly. An invisible force struck Layton in the chest and sent him flying. He tumbled several times through the air, crashed heavily to the ground, slid dozens of meters, and plowed a deep furrow through the earth.

Walter lifted his head and looked at Ian. In those blue eyes, the killing intent had vanished, replaced by something more complicated—confusion, fear, despair, and a trace of unwillingness. He did not understand. He could not understand. He could not accept it. He was the patriarch of the Jupiter Family, the strongest