From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 635

Chapter 635 The Twin Ghosts of Blightwood

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Two figures dragged themselves from the mass grave beyond Ravenridge’s outskirts. Their faces were drained of color, their skin shriveled and corpse–pale, like revenants clawing their way back from the underworld.

Both wore black robes from head to toe, their shapes obscured by the fabric, yet their eyes shone with a chilling, toxic malice. A heavy, suffocating stench of decay followed them, and an unnatural gloom spread across the sky above, dimming the sun as if it had been swallowed whole.

“How long have we been buried beneath the earth? I can hardly remember,” the figure on the left spoke, his voice rasping like wind scraping over bone.

The other person moved with a jerky sway, his uneven steps, shoulders rising and falling at different rates. A harsh chuckle escaped him. “One hundred and three years.”

The first man fell silent. A flicker of black light ignited deep within his eyes.

“One hundred and three years… all because of that cursed Dragon Emperor. If it weren’t for him, we would never have been forced underground, hiding from the sun for over a century.”

His voice hardened.

“We were once the Twin Ghosts of Blightwood, and Astria trembled at our names. No one dared defy us. Then, Lucas arrived and tore everything apart. Without him and the Martial Alliance he built, who could have driven us into this abyss?”

Hatred flared within his hollow gaze.

A century earlier, they had stood at the pinnacle–King Phase masters whose cultivation surpassed a hundred years. In age and power, they had even been considered seniors to the Dragon Emperor himself.

He was known as the Sun–Devouring Ghost King, a final disciple of the ancient Rimba Sect. Beside him stood his senior brother, the Soul–Reaver Ghost King.

During the chaos that once engulfed Astria, they chose not to defend the nation. Instead, wielding sinister techniques to command spirits and bind the dead, they carved out a dominion over Blightwood, Martial artists who resisted perished beneath their hands.

Through ruthless force, they seized the region and declared themselves sovereigns. Thus was born the dreaded Soulreap Sect.

Their cultivation challenged opposition, with Blightwood revolving around them. Wealth, power, flesh, and blood–everything was within their reach.

Ordinary lives meant nothing. Entire clans of corpse herders and ghost wielders were crushed under their reign. Darkness swallowed Blightwood under its shadow.

They had believed their rule was eternal until Astria gave birth to a Dragon Emperor.

Lucas rose like a thunderbolt. When western powers pressed against Astria’s borders, he struck them down. He gathered King Phase patriots, forged the Martial Alliance, and reshaped the laws of the martial world.

Their long years of enslaving civilians and taking twisted pleasure in killing and toying with life and death had made them infamous. As a result, the Twin Ghosts of Blightwood became prime targets.

On a full moon night 103 years ago, Lucas guided three supreme King Phase masters to the Soulreap Sect. Their attack was brutal,

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Chapter 635 The Twin Ghosts of Blightwood

annihilating the sect. Disciples were killed, and the sect was shut forever.

Lucas crippled the Twin Ghosts of Blightwood in that battle.

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Broken and hunted, they hid underground to survive. For 103 years, they persisted quietly, concealing themselves and growing in darkness.

A cold snort escaped the Sun–Devouring Ghost King. His eyes burned. “For more than a century, we drank stagnant spring water and fed on insects and worms. We endured humiliation. We refined the Annihilation Reincarnation Seal to its absolute limit.

“We now rival the Rimba Sect patriarch of five centuries past. The time for repayment has come.”

The Soul–Reaver Ghost King’s killing intent surged outward, sharp as blades. Tombstones nearby fractured and crumbled into dust.

“Certainly! Lucas crashed through our gates and wiped out our sect. That blood debt will be settled. The Martial Alliance will collapse alongside him. No one will survive.”

As his words faded, the Sun–Devouring Ghost King turned his head. They made eye contact, and suddenly, a fierce darkness burst forth, creating a thick black cloud that covered the hills and forests, casting shadows.

“If memory serves, this region once held Ravenridge,” the Sun–Devouring Ghost King murmured. “That old fool from the Lafayette Inn should still linger nearby. He was among the King Phase masters who followed Lucas.”

A skeletal hand emerged from his sleeve, fingers curling slowly. “We begin with him.”

The Soul–Reaver Ghost King nodded, a cruel smile twisting his lips. “He chose Lucas. Today, he answers for it.

“We will not merely cripple him. We will slaughter his descendants before his eyes and erase his bloodline. Let him taste despair.”

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