Solomon, son of Del, has returned! Solomon, the martial arts prodigy who fell silent after his entire lineage was slaughtered by David.JieDuo, has returned, deep and reserved as ever!

Solomon is back! And he has returned with a retinue of friends no older than himself!

Solomon has returned! With his arrival, David.Solomon—the one who ruled the Solomon family with absolute violence—a seventeen-star super martial artist—is dead!

The battle, from its inception to its conclusion, lasted no longer than the blink of an eye, much like the sudden uprising when David.Solomon seized the head of the family during the council meeting.

The members of the Solomon family inside the magnetic levitation vehicle fell into a profound silence, unable to process the reality of the situation, and unsure what action to take.

Should they step forward to offer congratulations? When Solomon was still part of the family, despite David’s command preventing overt bullying, he was inexplicably isolated; this psychological oppression was even more cruel. None of them knew how Solomon would react now.

David.Solomon was dead, annihilated by the people Solomon had brought back! After the previous power seizure through force, the Solomon family had grown accustomed to the reality of might making right.

Now that Solomon had killed David.Solomon, he was, naturally, the new head of the Solomon family.

“Aaaaaah—!”

In the dead center of the silent battlefield, a heartbroken roar of agony shot toward the heavens. Solomon knelt on both knees, head tilted back, letting out a primal scream that held all his rage, injustice, and inexpressible grief.

His body, not using even half its internal energy, roared; Solomon’s vocal cords could not withstand the sheer force of the cry, and specks of crimson sprayed from his throat.

Years of suppressed resentment, at this final moment, could not find true release. The enemy he had longed to slay with his own hands had ultimately taken his own life.

Solomon sank powerlessly onto the ground, his eyes vacant as he stared at the slain David.Solomon in the crater. Was he just going to let him go like that?

Solomon looked at his slowly raised right palm and delivered a reverse strike! The void-splitting palm energy erupted instantly, a visible wave of force sweeping toward David.Solomon’s corpse.

The defenseless body shattered under Solomon’s single blow, kicking up a cloud of dust that filled the air.

“Aaaah, aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah!”

Solomon had destroyed the man he wished dead for years with one palm strike, yet he felt no satisfaction. His hands continuously spewed palm energy, striking the crater again and again, creating muffled thunderclaps and shrouding everything in dust.

After countless strikes, Solomon lacked even the will to utilize his Zhenqi; he was nearly kneeling in the pit, his hands incessantly beating the earth, already churned into soft mud.

In the distance, a magnetic levitation vehicle drifted slowly closer, settling quietly beside Solomon.

The door opened, and the first thing to emerge was a leg as white and smooth as fine jade. Following it was a woman whose looks could only be described as ordinary, certainly not beautiful. Her demeanor exuded profound composure; her brow held no anger, no sorrow, and certainly no fear.

Solomon knew who the woman was without looking up: David.Solomon’s original wife—a woman possessing almost no martial power and lacking striking beauty, yet commanding deep respect.

“Solomon?”

Solomon heard the gentle voice and nodded weakly. At this moment, he didn't know what else he was capable of doing.

“He’s dead?”

Solomon nodded quietly.

The woman turned her head, looked at Qin Fen and the others, and nodded slightly: “You, bring him with me. Get in the car… drive…”

Those who struck down the Solomon family patriarch slowly departed under the gaze of the remaining family members. Their formidable strength deterred anyone from daring to approach.

David.Solomon’s first wife lived in a simple three-bedroom house spanning a hundred square meters. The furnishings were stark; aside from basic household appliances, there was not a hint of luxury.

A projection materialized silently in the center of the living room.

David.Solomon!

The hollowness in Solomon’s eyes suddenly erupted with murderous intent. His ten fingers clenched into fists like thunder, his fifteen-star Zhenqi piercing outward, causing the curtains to snap loudly.

“Solomon? Or someone else?” David.Solomon’s face was etched with an impatient, maniacal grin. He pressed his left hand to his forehead, letting out a hysterical, upward howl, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably: “I suppose it has to be Solomon. The entire Solomon family is practically composed of trash.”

“Damn it! Seeing this, it looks like I failed to kill you and you ended up killing me instead,” David.Solomon spat vehemently. “That old man sought me out to discuss this; he truly had vision! Simply put, I intended to kill the old man that day and take over as head, slaughtering all of you afterward. Unexpectedly, the old man approached me the day before I made my move and demanded I kill him. Can you believe it? I’m a madman, but my ancestor was also a madman.”

“That’s right! That old thing was a lunatic.” David.Solomon frowned intently, but it couldn't erase the insane look on his face: “This old guy claimed that no matter how much of a genius I was, I couldn’t lead the family to true greatness.”

Nonsense! I am stronger than anyone! But the old man was right about one thing: he said that even a waste like you, Del, could maintain what was already established.”

David.Solomon continued hatefully: “Simply put, the old man believed you had the most potential for the future. But he insisted your environment was too soft and your heart wasn't hard enough—a major issue. So, he decided to gamble the family’s future on you, willing to sacrifice current martial strength for this gamble. Thus, he sought me out, hoping I would eliminate him, and incidentally, eliminate that waste, Del. Ever since I became a Martial Arts Master, I felt everyone around me was trash, including that old man. So, I agreed.”

“Actually…” David.Solomon grinned wryly: “My initial plan was to kill everyone related to Del, including every Solomon, named or unnamed. But when I saw the look in his eyes back then—that sharp, cold, knife-like gaze—it gave me goosebumps all over. How should I describe that feeling…”

David.Solomon frowned, thinking deeply, then slammed his fist into his palm and declared: “Right! Thrilling! So incredibly satisfying! More satisfying than making love to a woman! If that kid had been a woman, I definitely would have taken her; maybe that look in her eyes would have been even better?”

“So, I spared that kid.” David.Solomon’s smile gained a touch more madness:

“Everyone says I’m crazy, but they have no idea—the entire Solomon family is insane.

The old man asked me to kill him, and then he asked me to kill his own son. Tell me, who is crazier, him or me?”

“Originally, I planned to kill them, and the matter would be settled. But…” David.Solomon fiercely tore at his hair, his expression suddenly twisted in pain: “Damn it! I don’t know why, but after I butchered that old thing, right after the joy, I suddenly became incredibly unhappy! So, I recorded this message, fulfilling one of the old man’s last wishes. But chances are, no one will ever see this, because I, David.Solomon, am unrivaled in the world! Oh, right! If you aren’t Solomon, then I must warn you: be wary of that little one. You’d best kill him immediately after hearing all this. I realized his growth rate is truly frightening. That’s it! That’s all I have to say! I feel much better now, time to go find some women.”

David.Solomon turned his back, then suddenly spun around again, his maniacal eyes fixed on Solomon, laughing as if he were still alive: “I don't care who you are; since you killed me, the Solomon family is yours! Enjoy it! If you want to kill, go kill. If you want women, go find women. Don’t hold back. Everyone in the family is an enemy; they are more detestable than outsiders. If someone displeases you, feel free to wipe them out. Hahahaha! That old man was willing to kill his own son for the sake of a ‘stronger family.’ What can’t you do?”

The projection vanished. Solomon stood motionless; everything that had just transpired overturned his entire existence. A lifetime of over a decade felt utterly wasted; he had no idea of the true reality he inhabited.

Tap, tap…

The vanished projection reappeared, this time showing a man who looked middle-aged. Solomon recognized him as his grandfather, Old King Solomon.

“This is an image the old man left behind. If you’re still here, watch it,” David.Solomon’s voice sounded again.

The old King Solomon in the projection remained silent, still silent. After a full minute, Old King Solomon slowly spoke, word by measured word: “This, is a great lineage.”

The projection disappeared. A smile suddenly appeared on Solomon’s previously expressionless face.

Qin Fen watched that smile and felt a sudden, familiar sensation; this exact smile had recently played upon David.Solomon’s features.

“A great lineage? Is this what it is? What kind of world have I been living in? Lies—which parts were real, and which were false? Am I truly alive?”

Solomon laughed, filled with sorrow and despair. The pain he had endured for years stemmed, in the end, from his own martial talent!

“Hahahahahahahaha…” Solomon threw his head back and laughed: “A genius! A martial genius! Is this the fate of a genius martial artist? The talent everyone envies—is this the martial talent everyone envies? Besides having martial talent, what else do I possess? What else do I have?”

He raised his hand, ready to strike his own celestial spirit! Solomon’s movement was lightning-fast; his fifteen-star hand moved without hesitation toward his forehead.

One punch! No! Two fists! Fists faster than lightning slammed brutally into Solomon’s cheek, sending his body flying sideways. Walls that could withstand the impact of a ten-level earthquake were as fragile as tofu before him.

“Your life is not yours alone,” Xue Tian stood over Solomon, who lay amidst the rubble:

“Just like us, if anyone desires death, they must first ask the others’ consent. Because our lives are intertwined; we are friends.”

Qin Fen stood quietly. Yang Lie, Caesar, and Brooks stood quietly too. No words were needed; everyone could sense Solomon’s pain—a pain that words could never convey.

But… could that really solve everything? No one could watch their friend die—at least, Qin Fen couldn't, so he punched. Xue Tian couldn't either, so he punched too. Yang Lie, Caesar, and Brooks likewise couldn't bear it, so they also acted, only a fraction of a second slower than Qin Fen and Xue Tian.

Solomon sat numbly in the debris, a look of deeper anguish than crying etched on his desolate face: “Qin Fen! Xue Tian! Caesar! Yang Lie! Brooks! You are all I have left. If you betray me too, I will kill you first, then destroy this world, and then kill myself.”

Without uttering a sound, the minds of the group were aligned in that moment.

Solomon’s desolate eyes suddenly went vacant again. The surrounding dust instantly swirled up, and a surging aura seemed to suck the air from several square miles into the room. The trees outside the windows thrashed violently in the sudden wind.

Sixteen Stars! The third sixteen-star level! Driven by extreme shifts in agonizing emotion, Solomon entered a state of unity between man and nature. Without completing Jù Qì Níng Gāng or achieving Zhēn Gāng Rù Tǐ, he had entered the realm of sixteen stars!

PS: Solomon has always lacked distinct definition. Yang Lie recently became more defined, but Solomon hasn't. He seems somewhat similar to Inzartar, but when I originally created him, I never intended for him to be Inzartar the Second. I wanted Solomon! The Manic Solomon! This was set from the very beginning. This chapter belongs to Solomon; only in this way can the Manic Solomon truly be born. So please, don't say I’m dragging the plot. I want every single one of my characters to be vibrant, flesh and blood. When everyone finishes reading the novel, I hope they won't only remember the incomparably brave Qin Fen. I hope that when this book is mentioned after completion, it is remembered for its host of vivid people, just like the one I wrote before, Soldier Man—a group of vibrant individuals, warm, passionate, mad, suggestive, and heroic!

Requesting monthly tickets! To celebrate the birth of the Manic Solomon, who is no longer just an NPC, requesting monthly tickets! Oh, and I have diarrhea, and my wretched hemorrhoids flared up, it’s terrible… requesting monthly tickets!