From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 542

Leander's chest was charred black, and a section of his clothes had been burned away. He patted his chest, wiping off the sticky black residue to reveal flawless, pale skin that concealed immense strength.

The twenty-two rockets had shattered his protective Primordial Energy, but they hadn't truly harmed him.

His Devourer Form was now complete. Even with just his physical body, he could withstand the frontal impact of a hand grenade. The rockets' blast had been seventy percent absorbed by his Primordial Energy. The remaining thirty percent only burned his clothes, leaving him unscathed.

Still, the attack was enough to make him fully aware of the destructive power of modern weaponry.

"No wonder the kings who once ruled the world could only hide in the end," he muttered, his expression unusually grave.

Leaving aside world-ending weapons like nuclear arms, even just this salvo of rockets could instantly kill an ordinary King Phase cultivator.

No matter how powerful a King Phase was, how could they stand against a modern army? Not to mention aircraft carriers, laser weapons, miniature nuclear devices, and all the other high-tech arms of the present day.

In this era, if a King Phase cultivator revealed themselves, even briefly, the major powers would likely launch real military strikes against them.

Leander had long anticipated that one day he might face modern military forces, but he hadn't expected it to happen so soon.

While he was contemplating this, another rocket armored vehicle rolled forward, lifting its twenty-four rockets into position, ready to fire.

Whoosh!

At that moment, Leander finally moved. Having felt the full power of the first attack, he coiled his body and darted straight downward.

"Fire!" From below, a commander shouted, and all twenty-four rockets were launched.

Whoosh!

The sound of rushing air tore through the sky, and twenty-four rockets surged straight at him.

Leander hovered in midair, blue light flashing in his eyes. He slammed his foot down into the void.

The air below caved in instantly, forming a massive footprint thirty feet wide.

It was as if an ancient giant had stamped down, directly intercepting the path of all twenty-four rockets.

Boom! Boom!

The rockets exploded in midair, several dozen feet from Leander, sending only a faint ripple of shockwave brushing against his chest.

"What?" The armed personnel below were clearly startled. Leander, however, did not falter. He clenched his hands, and a long spear of flame materialized in his grip.

Without hesitation, he hurled it straight at the rocket armored vehicle below.

Whoosh!

A streak of fire shot through the air, and the flaming spear struck the armored vehicle dead center.

The vehicle's exterior was made of high-strength alloy, designed to withstand extreme attacks. Even a hundred rifles firing continuously day and night might not penetrate it.

Yet, Leander's spear struck as if a steel blade had pierced soft tofu, driving straight into the cockpit. An explosion erupted, shaking the surroundings.

In an instant, a rocket armored vehicle—worth millions of dollars—was destroyed in front of over three thousand soldiers.

"What in the world?" The commander of the armed forces froze, his expression twisting in shock and disbelief.

"Was that a flaming spear?"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

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