Chapter 5397

In the depths of the darkness, Zeba stood concealed, completely astounded!

Little did she expect that the formidable figure standing before her, dressed in black, was none other
than Bruce Wade’s son!

Meanwhile, Rose remained oblivious to the presence of a hidden master, expertly masking their aura,
only ten feet away in the shadows. His undivided attention focused on Gideon, who appeared before
him in a state of panic and desperation, evoking not an ounce of sympathy within Rose’s heart.

Fixing his gaze on Gideon, he shouted once again, “Prepare for thunder!”

A deafening boom resounded as lightning tore through the heavens, hurtling downward in a blazing
descent!

The thunderbolt struck with unerring accuracy, reducing Gideon’s right hand to charred remains,
emitting an aroma reminiscent of a barbecue, a smell that sent chills down his spine.

Gideon reflexively flicked his wrist, only for his charred hand to detach and fall to the ground.

Overwhelmed with shock and terror, Gideon’s eyes met Rose’s, as if peering into the eyes of Hades,
the ruler of the underworld!

Rose’s eyes blazed like torches as he regarded Gideon’s fearful countenance. In a cold, menacing
tone, he uttered, “Do not be alarmed. Consider this a mere appetizer. In the past, I dismembered a fool
who lacked foresight, tearing him apart piece by piece. Even today, I relish the thought of dealing with
those who deserve death in such a manner! So, prepare yourself for an unforgettable experience!”

Gideon, both shocked and terrified, involuntarily tightened his grip on the Thunderbolt with his
remaining left hand. He sought to activate its power once again, for he had witnessed its destructive



force, surpassing the might of any thunder summoned by Anderson. If he could retaliate and summon a
thunderbolt in the final moment, victory might be within his grasp!

Observing Gideon clutching the Thunderbolt, Rose sneered and declared, “Save yourself the trouble.
Truth be told, I specially crafted the Thunderbolt in your hand just for you. While undeniably potent, it
possesses one major flaw—it can be used only once.”

“What?!” Gideon widened his bloodshot eyes and blurted out, “You crafted the Thunderbolt in my
hand?!”

“Yes,” Rose replied with a smile. “I bestowed it upon Zachary after I finished forging it. I instructed
Zachary to wait for you at the antique street, and you, my friend, fell right into the trap.”

Furthermore, Rose added, “Oh, and those rings you encountered at the airport earlier? Also my
creation. They may not possess any value, but they serve as crude talismans.”

Gideon instinctively reached into his pocket, only to realize that his pants were missing, leaving him
pocketless.

With a horrified expression, he gazed at Rose and asked in disbelief, “Are you saying that you dug a
trap and lay in wait for me in Aurous Hill?!”

Rose nodded and proclaimed loudly, “Indeed! I was well aware that there would be four Marshals from
the Warriors Den, and with Cyprus eliminated, only three remained. I also knew that my grandparents
would visit Aurous Hill, prompting the Warriors Den to dispatch another marshal. Consequently, I
devised an intricate scheme, eagerly anticipating your arrival. Little did I expect that the so-called
British Lord would deliver the very murderer who ended my parents’ lives twenty years ago to Aurous
Hill. I’ve been waiting for this day for two decades!”

As his words trailed off, Rose bellowed, “Prepare for thunder!”



A resounding crack split the air as a whip-like bolt of lightning descended from the heavens, striking
Gideon’s left hand!

In an instant, his left hand resembled a charred lump of coal, mirroring the fate of its counterpart.

Gideon, rendered completely helpless without his hands, had long shed his former arrogance and
haughtiness. Consumed by terror, he collapsed to his knees, tears streaming down his face, and
pleaded, “Rose… Throughout my hundred and fifty-six years of existence, my life has been plagued by
misfortune and hardship. Now, with my right hand crippled and near the brink of becoming a cripple
myself, I implore you to have mercy and spare my wretched life…”

Rose sneered contemptuously, his gaze piercing Gideon’s despair-ridden visage. He sharply
interrogated him, “Old dog, when you murdered my parents twenty years ago, did you ever anticipate
this day would come?”

Gideon’s heart was completely engulfed by fear. Having lived for one hundred and fifty-six years, he
had logically experienced enough life. Even in death, he should have fared far better than most.
However, human greed defined such reasoning. The truth remains that the younger one is, the less
fear death instills. There are plenty of audacious youths willing to fight to the death at the tender ages
of fifteen or sixteen. Conversely, the older one grows, the more apprehensive they become of death.
Even a cultivator like Gideon was not exempt from such worldly fears; on the contrary, he was even
more terrified than most.

Witnessing Rose’s merciless resolve, Gideon sobbed and pleaded, “Edgar, I merely followed orders
back then. The Lord issued his commands, and I could not refuse! If you seek vengeance for your
parents, you ought to confront the Lord of England, not a lowly nobody like me…”

Rose sneered and retorted, “What? Now you wish to betray your master for your own gain? Very well, if
you truthfully disclose everything about your association, I may grant you a swift end, sparing you from



an agonizing death. It would, at least, prevent your demise from being an unsightly spectacle!”

Wretchedly smiling, Gideon questioned him, “If I divulge the complete truth, can you swear upon your
parents’ spirits in heaven that you will spare my life?! If you can, then I am willing to share everything!”

For Gideon, even a single additional day of life held immeasurable value. If he could obtain Rose’s
forgiveness for betraying the Lord, he would gain a couple more years before succumbing to his
poisonous fate. If Rose could swear by his parents’ spirits in the sky to spare him, Gideon would reveal
everything he knew. In the remaining years, he could retire to a secluded place, awaiting death’s arrival
in tranquility.

Rose desired to unearth the inner workings of the Warriors Den, but he refused to allow Gideon to
escape unscathed, and he would not employ his parents’ spirits as leverage only to backtrack.

Therefore, without a moment’s hesitation, he flatly refused, “Whether you speak today or not, I will not
spare your life! If you speak, your death will be swift; if you remain silent, you will endure excruciating
pain before meeting your demise!”

After his resolute statement, Rose extended his arms toward the heavens, gazing upward, and
bellowed, “Prepare for thunder!”

In an instant, another bolt of lightning crackled into existence.

With precision, it cleaved through the air and struck Gideon’s right foot, reducing his ankle to blackened
coals!

Agony contorted Gideon’s face as he let out a blood-curdling scream!

His entire body convulsed, veins bulging, as he bellowed uncontrollably, “Rose! Even if you kill me,
after my death, you will never unravel the truth behind your parents’ demise! You will never



comprehend why they fell into such dire straits or realize the behemoth you are up against! I admit,
your methods are impressive, but in the face of the British Lord, they are mere tricks!”

Rose’s voice turned cold as he replied, “It matters not if you remain silent. Sooner or later, I will
personally slay the British Lord, and on that day, I shall spare no one connected to my parents’ death
within the Warriors Den!”

Without waiting for a response, Rose roared once more, “Thunder!”

In an instant, Gideon’s left foot was completely obliterated!

He had now become a crippled man, devoid of hands and feet!

From the darkness, Zeba watched this tragic scene unfold, her heart aching at Gideon’s suffering.
Despite feeling a pang of compassion, she knew that Gideon must meet his end today.

Her own strength paled in comparison to Gideon’s, and he possessed magical artifacts while she did
not. Even if she were to intervene, it would only result in her own demise!

In that moment, a memory resurfaced in Zeba’s mind, recalling something the Lord had said thirty
years ago. Her eyes gleamed with realization, and she urgently cried out in her thoughts, “Gideon,
hurry! Open your Soul Palace!”

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