From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 640

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Victor didn’t see any lines between good and evil anymore, not in Julian standing tall against the horizon, and not in the Twin Ghosts of Blightwood.

To him, power at this level answered to nothing–neither morals nor laws. It could bend everything to his will. Right and wrong didn’t matter. Anything could be done, and nothing was out of reach.

He used to think money, influence, and connections were what he should chase. But now, the world had opened up before him in a way that no paycheck or title could ever match.

In the face of this kind of crushing power, everything else just crumbles. Money, influence, it’s all a flick of the hand. Why would I need flattery? Why would I bend over backward for anyone? Anyone who resists, one strike. Anyone who disrespects me, just a flip of the hand, and it’s done. This is what it means to rule. With this kind of power, who even needs the trappings of wealth or status? Even the wealthiest person in the world, even the head of a nation, they’d have to grovel just to get in my good graces.

Victor’s eyes sparkled with excitement, a hunger growing hotter by the second. Leander had always been his shadow, his nightmare, the one he had longed to crush one day. But the problem was Leander’s status. He was untouchable.

Leander carried two powerful identities. One was Mornwick’s Legend, a name that commanded legions. The other was the chairman of Jeff Enterprises, holding wealth rivaled only by nations. Either one alone was beyond Victor’s reach. Most of the time, he had felt helpless, trapped, with no hope in sight.

But now, hope is right here. If I can seize this transcendent power, what does it matter that he’s the chairman of Jeff Enterprises? Or that he’s Mornwick’s Legend? I could crush him with a flick of my hand.

Jade and Melanie huddled behind Victor, bodies trembling but eyes locked on the battle in the sky. What had happened today was nothing short of extraordinary. It would leave a mark on their lives, a moment that could forever reshape everything they believed in.

The martial arts dreams that had lain dormant in their hearts for years stirred awake once more. Seeing Julian and the Twin Ghosts of Blightwood face off, feeling the earth–shaking, sky–shattering power in every move, they felt a flicker of yearning rise inside

them.

It wasn’t just them. Other students and teachers from Ravenridge Senior High were equally captivated, torn between awe and fear, curiosity and exhilaration. Everyone imagined what it would be like to soar through the skies, to hold the lives of others in the palm of their hands.

But Jacklyn was different. She didn’t glance at the chaos in the sky. Her eyes stayed fixed on Leander, unblinking. She was desperate to know if this enigmatic figure, the one Jade had compared to a Celestial Serpent, really had the power to save countless people and control chaos itself.

Boom!

A thunderous blast ripped across the sky. Soul Reaver Ghost King’s hands flared with dense black light, darker and heavier than before, as he thrust them forward again “Shadow Palm!”

The air in front of him was instantly swallowed by rolling black mist. From within it came the shrill waits of a hundred ghosts, layered and echoing, like the gates of hell had cracked open and something hungry was crawling out to devour the world.

A massive black hand, steeped in venomous energy, tore through the fog its five fingers stretched wide, sealing off the very space around it, before crashing down toward Julian with crushing force.

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Julian’s gaze remained calm, almost unfathomably deep. He brought his hands together, thumbs and ring fingers pressed lightly while the other three fingers extended straight. For a split second, everyone’s vision blurred. Then, high above in the open sky, the faint silhouette of the Awakened One emerged behind him.

The towering figure shimmered in radiant gold, dozens of feet tall, solemn and divine. When it pushed its palm forward, the clouds scattered in an instant. The air split apart as if chaos itself had just been forced into order. A colossal hand infused with the Awakened light surged out and slammed head–on into the descending black palm.

Boom! Boom!

The two forces collided in midair. The surrounding clouds exploded into shredded fragments, whipped apart by violent currents that spiraled downward. The gusts roared against the auditorium windows, rattling them hard enough that several weaker panes shattered on the spot.

The two enormous palm prints refused to yield, locked in a dead stalemate.in the sky. Both men drove their Primordial Energy to the brink, power surging wildly through their veins. Black radiance and golden brilliance blazed at their peak, splitting the heavens. cleanly into two opposing halves.

“Julian, a hundred years ago, you could crush me without breaking a sweat. You always had the upper hand. But time wears down everything. You’re not who you used to be. That dominance you once carried? It’s gone.” Soul–Reaver Ghost King spoke lightly, like he couldn’t care less about Julian’s power.

On the surface, Julian’s expression looked casual and offhand, but a faint crease lingered between his brows, hinting at a worry he couldn’t hide.

Ɔ’mn it. If I can’t finish this fast, they’re going to drag me into a drawn–out fight. These two demons… who knows what kind of brutal training they’ve endured over the past century to push their cultivation to this level?

The more he thought about it, the colder his insides felt. In Ravenridge, he was the only one who had reached King Phase. Even if there were another, there was no guarantee they could stand toe–to–toe with two–hundred–year King Phase monsters like these.

His thoughts drifted, unwillingly, to the Lowells, the teachers, and the students at Ravenridge Senior High. If he fell here today, there was no telling what these two would do to his descendants, to his students. He knew precisely how cruel they had been when they ruled over Blightwood back in the day. There was nothing they wouldn’t do.

‘Fighting me and you still dare to lose focus? You’ve got some nerve, old man,” Soul Reaver Ghost King sneered.

Julian had been deep in thought, and for the briefest instant, his concentration slipped. The flow of his Primordial Energy stuttered, just a hair. But at this level, a hair was all it took. In a clash between masters, the most minor crack became a fatal flaw Soul Reaver Ghost King caught it immediately.

A jolt of alarm shot through Julian’s chest.

Soul Reaver Ghost King suddenly stepped forward. Black light coiled around his palms, then exploded outward. From the massive black hand, countless dark tendrils lashed out, wrapping tightly around the golden palm print and smothering it

“Break!” With a low bark, the golden hand was swallowed whole by the black radiance, then shattered in a violent burst.

Not good.

At this level of battle, there was no room for the slightest lapse, no hesitation, no distraction. Yet that fleeting moment of divided focus had cost him the initiative. Soul Reaver Ghost King had seized the opening and crushed his attack in a single move.

Julian let out a muffled groan. He stomped ten rapid steps across the air before finally steadying himself. A flush rose to his face,

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“Old man, I’ll start with you today. Once you’re dealt with, Darian, David, and Lucas… we’ll come knocking one by one and wipe them all out. And you? I’m going to cripple your cultivation first. I want you to taste what it feels like to fall from high and mighty King Phase… down to being nothing more than an ordinary man.”

Soul–Reaver Ghost King’s eyes blazed with blood–red light, his murderous intent radiating like fire. He stepped forward once more, and thick black smoke swirled around his feet, rising and coalescing above his head into a massive war hammer, easily over ten stories tall.

“Soulreaver Hammer!” he shouted, gripping at nothing as if he were holding the handle of the colossal weapon. The black hammer rose, hoisted high above his head.

Then, in an instant, he swung both arms, and the hammer came crashing down. Before it even touched the ground, a fierce wind roared ahead of it, casting a shadow over the entire arena below.

The students and teachers of Ravenridge Senior High looked up at the sky, their voices caught in their throats.

“Golden Barrier!” The hammer’s strike was brutal, heavy with the Soul–Reaver Ghost King’s unrefined Primordial Energy. Julian’s pupils constricted. He let out a low shout, pressing his hands together in front of his chest. A circle of golden light sprang into being, forming a semicircular shield that wrapped around him.

The moment the Golden Barrier solidified, the hammer was already descending head–on.

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