**Chapter 11: Retaliation**
"Father! Father!" Lin Feng cried, tears streaming down his face as he crawled back to the Lin mansion. The Lin family, alarmed by his state, rushed to his side. His father, the patriarch, hurried down to embrace him. "Who did this to you, my child?" he demanded, fury radiating from him. Lin Feng's heart swelled with a mix of rage and terror as he recalled Damon Rim from the Void Dragon clan.
"It was that bastard, Damon Rim!" he exclaimed, the name igniting a fire within him.
"Go! Bring me that bastard's head!" the patriarch ordered, and two middle realm commanders with silver bloodlines vanished from sight, their mission clear.
Meanwhile, Damon savored his wine, blissfully unaware of the approaching danger. With his Heavenly Wheel Eyes, he could discern the origins of those rushing toward him. He recognized Lin Feng as a thief of his family's bloodline. "What a splendid day to be young," he mused, pouring another glass of wine.
As the two commanders closed in, they unsheathed their weapons, channeling their commander realm strength into a devastating slash, a technique known as the "Sword Series." The building around Damon crumbled under the force, but there he stood, unperturbed, wine staining his pristine white robe. Floating in the air, he struggled to calm himself.
"Is that man flying?" a passerby gasped.
"Run! It's a king realm expert!" the crowd began to scatter, unaware that Damon was merely a middle commander realm. His raw power was unmatched, transcending realm and grade. He activated Crazed Step, disappearing from sight and reappearing beside one of the men. With a swift, brutal motion, he ripped the man's arm from its socket. The scream of agony echoed as the commander unleashed sword energy, slicing through everything in his path.
But as he clutched his severed limb, he realized his companion lay dead, his head crushed like a melon, roots creeping around his corpse. Desperate, the man drew on every ounce of strength, channeling energy into his body. As he chanted a mantra, his form transformed into that of a wolf man, embodying his bloodline, the Ironback Wolf.
"All your attempts are futile in the face of true power," Damon taunted, executing Crazed Step again, aiming for the wolf man's head. The creature was quick, dodging the strike, but Damon was relentless, targeting the man's ribcage. With a vicious blow, he plunged his hand deep, tearing through flesh and organs.
The onlookers, hiding in their homes, witnessed a scene of unimaginable horror. Damon was drenched in blood, his once white garment now a deep crimson. He traced the flow of energy around him, breaking the number one rule of Lymhrst as he strode purposefully toward the Lin family gate.
Inside the Lin mansion, Lin Feng trembled, icy shivers racing down his spine. He peered out the window, whispering, "He's here!" The familiar pressure weighed heavily on his soul, a reminder of the terror that accompanied Damon's return. He wished for nothing more than to escape this nightmare.
As Damon approached the Lin family, the eyes of many powerful individuals turned toward him. "I'm here, as you requested," he called out, holding aloft the head of his previous victim. His laughter echoed ominously at the gates of the Lin family. Those who heard it felt a chill, sensing the confidence that radiated from the young man.
As he stepped inside, an army awaited him. Damon's excitement surged; he knew his slaughter heart would flourish in this chaos. With a wild laugh, he plunged into the fray, wielding his trusted Avalonian axe and gauntlets.
"Thrust Series!" he shouted, launching three spinning Avalonian axes, each infused with void energy, slicing through enemies as if they were mere tofu. In minutes, the gates of the Lin family were strewn with dismembered limbs, rain beginning to fall, as if the world mourned.
Damon had no time for these fools. He walked calmly into the mansion, closing the doors behind him and sealing them with his energy, ready to unleash the storm within.
"What have you brought upon us, Family Head?" the elders of the Lin family trembled in fear. The young man who had just entered their mansion was unlike anyone they had ever encountered. Though they yearned to plead for mercy, the memory of the demon that had infiltrated their home silenced their voices.
With a surge of determination, the five elders summoned their peak commander realm strength, bursting from their rooms with fierce resolve. But Damon, swift as a shadow, executed a flawless 360-degree maneuver, his axe slicing through the air and severing one elder's head from his shoulders. The remaining four stared in horror at their fallen comrade, their minds racing as they prepared to unleash the formidable techniques of the Lin family, intent on vanquishing this intruder.
Yet Damon remained unfazed, utilizing his "Void Palm" technique to effortlessly deflect their onslaught. Frustration mounted among the elders as they realized their efforts were in vain. Exhausted by the relentless battle with these aging warriors, Damon decided to end it decisively. He unleashed "Void Palm Flow," gliding past his adversaries and leaving them bewildered as he struck them with razor-sharp precision.
Among the chaos, the Lin family head and Lin Feng stood as the last survivors, their hopes dwindling. Gathering his courage, Lin Feng's father turned to his son. "Live a long and good life, my son, if you can escape this place," he said, stepping toward Damon. As Damon recognized the elder's approach, he activated a skill called "Void Zoom," instantly appearing face to face with the Lin family head.