From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 610

Chapter 610 The Augurey Family

Bang!

The blood–red energy in Pierce’s palm detonated, scattering into countless thin blood threads that shot in every direction. Each strand carried a terrifying piercing force–strong enough to punch through steel with ease.

With his enthrallment shattered, Pierce had lost every shred of sanity. All he wanted now was to kill Leander and kill everyone else in the bar along with him.

Leander’s expression held nothing but disdain. He lifted his hand slightly and tapped at the air in front of him.

Buzzz…

The air around Pierce quivered… then froze. For an instant, it felt as though time itself had stopped. All those blood threads, still in mid–flight, suddenly halted and hung suspended where they were.

“What?!” Pierce’s heart lurched violently, his expression twisting again and again. He had never imagined a single gesture from Leander would completely immobilize his lethal move.

“You’re courting death!”

He turned his head–just in time to meet Leander’s cold, indifferent gaze. In that moment, every suspended blood thread shattered in midair.

Leander’s expression remained impassive. His raised finger continued its motion, and a sharp streak of force shot out, moving so fast Pierce didn’t even register it before it pierced straight through his heart.

Pffft!

Pierce coughed up a mouthful of blood as a small crimson hole opened on his chest. Wisps of smoke curled from the wound. He fell backward, expression frozen in disbelief, as if his mind couldn’t comprehend what had just happened.

He was an Infernal Crown Transcendent–a pure–blooded Westerian Blood Clan adult, a powerful body, and extraordinary regenerative abilities. Yet with one strike, Leander had bypassed everything he relied on and cut straight through the core of his strength.

Pierce collapsed to the ground, his body convulsing. The faint green smoke rising from his chest slowly turned white–his last flickers of life burning away.

“Who… Who are you?” He turned his head toward Leander, feeling his life draining rapidly.

“Someone like you doesn’t deserve to know. Your clansmen should’ve stayed in Westeria, where you belong. Wreaking havoc here. in Astria–that’s just courting death.”

Leander understood well that the Westerian Blood Clan possessed powerful vitality and could heal from most injuries on their own. But no matter how fearsome a race was, no creature existed without weaknesses. In this world, nothing was flawless.

He had seen Pierce’s weakness instantly–his heart. Even for someone of the Westerian Blood Clan, a catastrophic injury to the heart meant irreversible death. That one finger had severed Pierce’s last hope of survival. What remained now was nothing more than the final flicker of life before death claimed him.

“You… You know I’m from Blood Clan?” Pierce’s voice trembled. Madness suddenly twisted across his features. “Astrian… I don’t

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Chapter 610 The Augurey Family

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care who you are. If you dare kill me, you’re dead. My elders will hunt you down. Even if you flee to the ends of the earth, they’ll find you–your blood and bones will pay tribute to me!”

By the end, his breath was fading–barely a whisper left.

“Is that so?” Leander clasped his hands behind his back. “I’ll be waiting.”

Pierce let out two hollow, bitter laughs. The pure–blooded Blood Clan powerhouse–an Elite Infernal Crown Transcendent–slowly lost the light in his eyes. His life faded completely.

Only then did the surrounding guests finally snap out of their stunned silence. Several young women screamed.

“He’s dead!”

Panic erupted. People scattered in every direction. They had no idea what exactly had happened, but it was obvious Pierce was dead–and no one wanted to linger and get dragged into whatever nightmare had just unfolded.

Liam walked over with Shirley supporting him, stopping at Leander’s side. “Leander… you killed him?”

Even though they were close–best friends since high school–seeing someone die at Leander’s hands still left Liam shaken. His face was pale with disbelief.

“Yes.” Leander nodded lightly, as if he had simply stepped on an ant.

Liam was about to say more when Leander’s gaze suddenly shifted toward the window.

Swoosh!

A black shadow streaked inside, landing beside Pierce’s corpse. It was a rugged Westerian middle–aged man–massive, muscular, nearly six–foot–five, and radiating a violent, feral aura.

When he saw Pierce’s body, his eyes widened sharply. He looked up at Leander and his friends. “You killed him?”

His voice carried fury–and barely hidden fear. Pierce was his young master. The two of them had crossed the sea together, concealed themselves as ordinary humans, and everything had gone smoothly for more than half a month. And now Pierce was dead?!

“Yes, I did. Got a problem?” Leander’s gaze stayed cold. He could sense the same strange aura Pierce had carried–though this man’s bloodline wasn’t as pure, he was clearly another Westerlan Blood Clan member. Two Blood Clan figures appearing in Astria was no coincidence. They were here for a reason.

“You?” The man stared hard at Leander. After a long moment of scrutiny, his expression froze. His eyes widened in shock again. “You… You’re Jeff Ashcroft!”

He had never met Leander in person, but seeing his youth, his overwhelming presence, and his ability to kill Pierce, there was only

D one Astrian who matched the profile–the undefeated sovereign hailed as a living legend.

“You know me. Why are you still standing there for? Get lost!” Leander raised his hand. A hidden wave gathered in his palm. The man’s expression tightened–he felt the surrounding space compress around him, sealing every possible retreat.

“Westerian Blood Clan members hiding in Astria… I don’t care what you came here for. Right now–this instant–get out of my country. Stall, and you die.”

A frigid, bone–deep malice erupted through the lounge. Standing behind Leander, Liam and Shirley felt the air plunge from

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