Apotheosis

No one responded to Lachlan.

Trish and her stepmother also looked around the courtyard with puzzled looks.

"Who are you? How dare you cause me trouble in the Yan-Zhao City?" Lachlan continued, raising his voice. "You must have a death wish!"

The whole Yan-Zhao City was under the rule of the Zhao Clan. Everyone, no matter how influential they were, had to show their respect to the Zhao Clan if they passed by the city. This would explain why Lachlan was so indignant.

"Show your..." Before he could finish his words, Trish let out a panicked scream.

Lachlan whipped his head around in time to see her rushing towards him at an inhuman speed. It was as though her entire body was enveloped in some invisible force. Before he had the time to react, Trish raised her hand and slapped him full in the face.

"How dare you!"

Slap!

Slap!

Slap!

Trish couldn't stop her hands from slapping Lachlan's face.

With a grunt, her final slap sent him flying, crashing into a small room in the courtyard.

"Trish, are you crazy?!" her stepmother shouted hysterically.

Trish turned to face her. She raised her hand, about to slap her stepmother. Her stepmother's eyes widened in fear and she immediately covered her face with her hands. She dared not say another word.

At this moment, two figures emerged.

Gingerly, they touched the enchanted barrier set up by the Zhao Clan. Immediately, a ray of blood light shot at them.

Crack!

With a flick of his hand, a light flashed from one of the figures, slicing through the blood light. In doing so, the barrier broke apart.

"Who, who are you? How dare you break into our house without permission?" Trish's stepmother said in a shaky voice, unable to contain her horror.

Lachlan climbed out of the ruins and his face changed when he saw the two people in the air.

Trish's face was full of joy and surprise as she walked up and bowed to Zen. "Mr. Luo, I'm so sorry. I failed to return to the Su Clan today, because..."

"I know." Zen gently raised his hand to stop Trish from speaking any further. Turning to face her stepmother, Zen said coldly, "Trish is my maid, and I am taking her away today. Do you dare to defy this?"

Trish's stepmother was aware that she served a disciple from the Flow Sword Sect. Back when the Yan Clan was still influential, t

defeated notable warriors earlier that day; if he stirred conflict now, it might ruin the reputation of the Zhao Clan.

Moreover, he also knew his third son well. He knew that Lachlan was in the wrong without having to ask what happened.

Zen cast a cold glance at the master of the Zhao Clan. "I don't want to get involved in the affairs between the Yan Clan and the Zhao Clan. This is your son's fault; he should never have offended Trish."

"Lachlan!" the master cried angrily. "Come here! Kneel down!"

Lachlan turned livid with rage. His father had never been so strict with him. He walked over reluctantly, but refused to kneel. Mumbling, he said, "She's just a maid! A maid..."

"I said kneel down!" The master of the Zhao Clan raised his voice.

Lachlan finally flopped down on his knees in front of Zen. The master of the Zhao Clan said, "Mr. Luo, my good-for-nothing son is at your disposal!"

Zen waved his hand indifferently. "Break his legs and arms. Don't treat him in a year."

Without any hesitation, the master of the Zhao Clan flicked his wrist violently. Instantly, invisible forces rushed at Lachlan.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

With a terrible shriek, Lachlan collapsed to the floor, his arms and legs horribly disfigured.

"Let's go," Zen said expressionlessly. Before he turned to leave with Trish and Gant, he suddenly said, "Trish is my maid." Narrowing his eyes, he continued ominously, "I don't want her family to decline."

The master of the Zhao Clan broke out in a cold sweat, a chill running down his spine.