Deep inside the Yeagers' main residence, waves of screams echoed through the halls.

“The great family of Goldridge lost their two Martial Saint elders; now they’re nothing but a paper tiger!” Scarlett let out a mocking laugh, brimming with disdain.

Henry smirked. “You deserve full credit for bringing down the Yeagers.”

Scarlett did not respond, but pride gleamed in her eyes. Her martial arts might not rival Henry’s, but that was not everything when it came to real power.

Sure, Joseph had gotten a free ride, but it had all been worth it.

Suddenly, loud bangs echoed in the air, and a bunch of figures were sent flying out from inside the compound.

Scarlett was still smiling. She was about to make some commentary when Henry suddenly cried out, “What’s going on?”

Scarlett quickly looked over and was immediately stunned.

How could it be that all the people getting beaten out were their own men?

“Scarlett, Henry… Today marks the end for both of you!” Matthew led his guards forward.

At the very front stood Adam, radiating deadly intent. The entire Yeager family emerged with bloodthirsty fury.

Henry’s expression changed the moment he saw them. He knew instantly that they had been played. Without hesitation, he grabbed Eric and yelled, “We’re leaving!”

Just as he launched into the air, Adam flew in with a grin and intercepted him mid-sky. With no choice, Henry shoved Eric away and swung his arm forward, clashing head-on with Adam.

It was like two missiles colliding in midair. Both men were knocked backward, smashing through multiple buildings.

“You old bastard! You’re still standing?” Henry gasped, face pale and chest heaving with rage and disbelief.

Adam’s face remained cold. “Henry, you damn traitor. You’ve sold your soul to the McCormick family, acting like their obedient lapdog. And you, Scarlett… You filthy woman! You were once the heiress of the Driscoll family in Gabo Creek, a noblewoman with pride.

“Now look at you! Pathetic, shameless, seducing a younger man like some desperate hag. Joseph’s drained to the bone thanks to you… He’s neither man nor ghost now! Scarlett, today you die!”

As Adam roared, he launched at Scarlett like a storm.

Scarlett flushed with fury and shame. ‘What the hell does he mean I seduced Joseph? That little punk was the one crawling into my bed, not the other way around!’

She had always crafted her image as an elite socialite, a dignified, high-class lady of noble blood. However, after Adam’s blunt humiliation, she felt utterly embarrassed.

Still, she gritted her teeth, stepped back, and caught Adam’s strike. However, it was too much, and blood gushed from her throat.

“Mr. Fischer, help me!” Scarlett screamed, her voice shrill with desperation.

Though she was nearing the rank of Martial Saint, she was not there yet. And against Adam, she stood no chance of surviving on her own.

Henry roared, “Eric, with me!”

Eric’s face was stone cold, but he moved in sync with Henry, ready to strike.

Suddenly, from the depths of the Yeagers' rear courtyard, a monstrous wave of power surged into the sky. A silhouette launched forward in a blink, heading straight for Henry.

It was an elderly man, white-haired, hunched, but fast as lightning.

Henry’s eyes twitched with dread. “The Yeagers' Grand Elder… Mr. Isaiah… So you really did survive your seclusion!”

Isaiah replied calmly, “None of you are leaving this place alive.”

Without another word, he launched his attack, giving Henry no chance to catch his breath.

Henry was pinned instantly.

Meanwhile, Adam blazed through the battlefield like a hurricane, slaughtering dozens in a blink. Finally, with a vicious backhand, he slapped Scarlett across the face. She spun midair, flipping three full times before slamming into the stone wall of the courtyard.

Her body crumpled, barely alive. Even then, Scarlett did not dare lie still. She knew better: if she stopped moving now, she was done for.