The Conscious Grasp

Jonathan stood up from the table, crushing the wine jug in his hand, his gaze fixed intently on Tennant, who was seated at the head of the table.

Around him lay dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators, sprawled out in disarray. The strongest among them was even at the Seventh-Grade Nascent Soul Realm, but they couldn't withstand Jonathan's single attack.

At that moment, they finally believed that this young man before them was indeed the one who had killed Shawn.

Seeing the immediate...