From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 566

"Young man, do you even know what it means to speak recklessly?" Evren stared at Leander, his gaze turning cold.

Before this, he had held a certain respect for Leander for bringing Ophelia back and saving her. That was why, when Cedric confronted Leander, Evren had spoken up for him, hoping to calm things down. He hadn't expected, however, that Leander wouldn't just brush it off but would openly declare in front of everyone that he wasn't even worthy.

I am a Martial Sovereign, ranked among the elite on the Astria Power Index, with a fearsome reputation across the Astria martial world, standing at the very top. And yet, to be ignored entirely by some kid feels downright absurd.

Leander hadn't even considered him a threat. He just gave a mocking smile. "You're only an Advanced Martial Sovereign. Your cultivation can't even crack the top ten on the Astria Power Index, and now you've ended up as someone else's personal bodyguard. You've lost the heart of a Martial Practitioner. And yet, you dare to lecture me? Tell me how to handle things? Do you really think you have the right?"

Everyone around thought Leander's words were outrageously arrogant, like he looked down on the entire world. But Evren froze, struck dumb, his expression a mix of shock and disbelief.

I'm an Advanced Martial Sovereign, that's true. But I can't wrap my head around how he could judge my cultivation at a single glance.

"Who are you?" Inside, Evren felt his world flip over. His heart churned as he locked eyes with Leander, suddenly aware that the young man in front of him was anything but ordinary.

Leander did not answer. He simply lifted his gaze and looked toward the distant sky off to the side.

Evren was still trying to make sense of it when his ears twitched. A sharp tearing sound sliced through the air. He turned his head just in time to see two streaks of light racing in from the horizon, moving so fast they felt unreal, like supercars pushed past their limits. In the blink of an eye, they reached the edge of Sandsong Oasis.

Ophelia, Cedric, and the others turned as well, their attention snapping to the same point in the sky.

One blue figure and one black figure came to a halt midair, standing effortlessly upon empty space. They were two elderly men with gentle expressions, carrying themselves with the quiet authority of immortals who had walked the mortal world for centuries.

None of them had ever seen anything like this. For a moment, even the brilliant Ophelia and the fearless Cedric, who ruled Bladewick without restraint, stood frozen in stunned silence.

When Evren saw who had arrived, he faltered briefly, then his expression lit up with uncontrollable joy. In front of everyone, he bent deeply at the waist and saluted them. "Greetings, Master Matthias. Greetings, Elder Tobey."

The others immediately turned to stare at Evren, shock written all over their expressions.

These two elders who have just arrived are actually connected to Evren? One is his Master Matthias, and the other is Elder Tobey.

Ophelia's gaze flickered, her heart shaken to the core.

Evren alone had once dominated Bladewick without a single defeat, ruling by sheer force of his fists and rising into an elite figure both revered and feared. She had seen it with her own eyes. From more than ten feet away, Evren struck a bronze cauldron with a bare palm and sent it sliding three meters across the ground. He had flipped a sedan weighing several tons with one hand, just like a martial world master ripped straight out of a TV drama.

And yet, the two elderly men standing in the sky were on an entirely different level. They stepped through empty air and pressed down on the heavens themselves, a sight so shocking it defied description. If Evren had not warned her beforehand, she would almost have bent at the waist in instinctive respect.

High above, the two elderly men gave Evren a brief nod, signaling for him to rise. Then, together, they turned their attention toward the depths of Sandsong Oasis, a trace of delight flashing in their eyes.

"Such abundant spiritual energy. This really is a treasured land," the elder in blue said, His gaze deep and contemplative, tinged with quiet awe.

"Indeed. If not for a passerby who happened to spread the word earlier, who would have imagined that within the Sahar Wastes Desert, a place like the Westeria Divine Vault could exist at all?" The elder in black nodded, unmistakable pleasure in his voice.

We only come because we receive word from Evren that Verdant Dew might exist here. Otherwise, why would people like us, old recluses who have long withdrawn from the world, travel thousands of miles just to gather in this place?

Kivon is my grandfather. He is seventy-five now, yet this old man casually calls him a brat and says the last time he saw him was fifty years ago. How am I supposed not to be stunned by that?

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