From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 609

Chapter 609 Exposed at Once

Chapter 609 Exposed at Once

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Leander stood with one hand in his pocket, posture relaxed but unmistakably commanding, his eyes carrying that detached contempt of someone who looked down on everything around him.

Pierce froze for a moment, shock rippling through him. Leander had not only uncovered his secret–judging from his tone, but he also utterly disdained the enthrallment Pierce used. In this world, aside from a handful of true spiritual masters, no one should have had the confidence to say such things.

“Who the hell are you?” Pierce stared at Leander, though suspicion churned beneath the surface.

Could he actually be a spiritual master?

He probed discreetly, yet he couldn’t sense even the faintest hint of Primordial Energy or spiritual strength from Leander. He felt completely ordinary–more fragile than the average person, his presence practically nonexistent. But the more ordinary Leander appeared, the more unfathomable he became. No normal person could possibly see through his secrets.

“You don’t need to know who I am.” Leander’s voice carried a chill. “There’s no bad blood between us. I don’t care about your little hunting game. I’m giving you a chance–remove your enthrallment from her, and never show up in their lives again. Do that, and I’ll let you walk away.”

He tilted his head slightly, his tone still mild, but there was no mistaking the pressure behind it–an effortless authority that allowed no argument.

“What did you just say?” Pierce’s eyes darkened completely. He didn’t understand Leander, but that didn’t mean he feared him.

Ever since possessing the ability of enthrallment in adulthood, Pierce had used it to control a person’s thoughts and will to satisfy his twisted desires. Every woman he ensnared became a lifelong slave, crazed and devoted to him alone.

He delighted in it, and because of his overwhelming strength, no one had ever stopped him. He had never once given up a prey he got his hands on. And now Leander wanted him to release Shirley? That was like asking him to toss away cake already at his lips. Impossible.

What infuriated him more was Leander’s tone–dismissive, condescending, as if he had Pierce completely figured out. As if granting mercy to him was some kind of favor. The arrogance burned in his chest.

He was a pure–blooded Westerian Blood Clan descendant, gifted with abilities beyond human comprehension, far above an ordinary Infernal Crown Transcendent. Across Astria–and across the world–no one could defeat him other than an actual King Phase.

And even if a real King Phase stood before him, he could still put up a fight. So how could he bow to Leander’s command?

A cold gleam gathered in Pierce’s eyes as everything clicked. His lips curled into a sneer. “Hmph, stop pretending. So what if you figured out my enthrallment? You think I’ll obey you just because you said so? My prey stays mine unless I personally discard them.

You want to threaten me? You?”

The next second, faint flecks of crimson lit up within his pupils. A heartbeat later, two thin streaks of red shot out from his eyes, strange ripples spreading from him and wrapping around Leander.

“You sure you want to pull your little tricks in front of me?”

A cold, murderous thrill surged through him. He was ready to enthrall Leander as well–to turn him into another slave at his beck

and call.

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Chapter 609 Exposed at Once

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Buzzz…

Those standing nearby had no idea what was happening. They only felt the space between Leander and Pierce distort slightly, as if some unseen medium now linked the two men.

Liam watched the scene unfold from behind without saying a word. Suddenly, he remembered that night on their local bar street- when Leander sprang forward and chased the Blood Demon into the darkness.

Could Pierce be some superhuman like Leander? Is that why Leander is stepping in now?

Meanwhile, Shirley and the young woman leaned lazily against the wall, utterly confident in him. Both were under Pierce’s enthrallment. In their minds, Pierce was an all–powerful god–perfect, invincible, and beyond compare.

Pierce locked eyes with Leander, his enthrallment already unleashed in full.

“Hmm?”

His expression stiffened. No matter how he unleashed his enthrallment, Leander’s expression never shifted–not even the smallest flicker in his gaze. He stood unshaken, like an immovable stone.

It can’t be–my enthrallment doesn’t work on him?!

The realization hit him like a storm. His enthrallment was so strong that even some Transcendents struggled to resist it. To remain completely unaffected, someone would need to be at least an Origin Realm spiritual master.

‘s he an Origin Realm spiritual master? Impossible!

He felt a chill spread through him. An Origin Realm powerhouse under twenty years old was unheard of to him.

Leander held Pierce’s gaze, completely calm. He rolled his neck slightly and shook his head. “I gave you a chance. Too bad your didn’t take it.”

A burst of divine light flashed in Leander’s eyes. An invisible wave surged outward, recoiling from his gaze and slamming directly nto Pierce’s spiritual strength.

A faint pop rippled through the air. The moment Pierce’s spiritual strength touched Leander’s, it crumbled like a mouse meeting a cat–shattered instantly and forced back without resistance.

‘Aah!” Pierce’s eyes flew wide, his mind going blank. Terror froze across his face.

n his perception, an overwhelming flood of spiritual force crashed down on him from every direction. It tore his spiritual power apart, piece by piece, grinding it into dust.

f his spiritual strength was a clay pot, then Leander’s was a massive iron cauldron–smashing it to pieces in a single blow.

Blood streamed from Pierce’s eyes, dripping onto the floor in stark, shocking streaks. He jolted upright from the couch, stumbling backward, fear and disbelief twisting his face.

“Y–You broke my enthrallment?!”

He stared at Leander in horror. Blood filled his eyes, nearly bulging from their sockets. His proud enthrallment–his ultimate trump card–had been crushed, not countered, not resisted, but obliterated at the root. And Leander had done almost nothing. Barely a gesture. No visible effort at all.

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