From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 659

Chapter 659 Sitting Across From You

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“Do you even realize the consequences of destroying my disciple’s cultivation?” The man in his prime stood tall. The moment he rose, a fierce wind whipped around them. The clear sky above twisted with roiling clouds, and the air itself seemed to tremble from the raw force of his Primordial Energy, cracks spider–webbing through the atmosphere.

The previously calm, almost peaceful atmosphere turned heavy in an instant. Everyone else’s expressions shifted slightly. Except for Julian, the other three wore smirks, clearly enjoying the drama unfolding.

These four weren’t particularly close, but they’d known each other for over a hundred years. That made them old acquaintances. They knew this man’s temper well.

He was fiercely protective. Whether it was a disciple, a student, or a friend, anyone who clashed with him–right or wrong–would face his thunderous wrath.

Leander was a young martial artist on the rise. His cultivation was top–tier, enough to stand on equal footing with them. But standing shoulder to shoulder didn’t mean he could challenge or surpass them.

They were sitting with Leander today only because Julian had introduced them. But Leander was still the younger guy, and, naturally, the others couldn’t help but feel a little smug about their seniority.

Even as Leander greeted them with a polite bow, everyone could feel the fire of his pride simmering beneath. It was apparent he hadn’t fully acknowledged their presence. Now that the man in his prime was stepping up to confront him, the older trio couldn’t help but feel pleased.

After all, putting a dent in Leander’s sharp edge was clearly a good thing. They’d been itching to show him what a hundred–year King Phase really meant.

Leander didn’t move. He still held his coffee cup, lifting it casually to sip. A light chuckle escaped him. “Consequences?” he said. “I can’t say I know them. But he used cheap mind tricks to steal someone else’s Prime Shadow. Normally, that’s none of my business. But luck wasn’t on his side. He did it right in front of me. I only ended up destroying his cultivation. By any measure, I went easy on him.”

“Went easy on him?” The man narrowed his eyes and let out a cold laugh. “Destroying his cultivation counts as going easy? If that’s easy, what would you have done if you hadn’t held back? Killed him?”

Faced with the middle–aged man’s interrogation, Leander didn’t deny a thing. He just gave a faint nod. “That’s right.”

His words hit the four others like a shockwave, leaving them all frozen.

The man was fiercely protective of his own, but he wasn’t blind to the bigger picture. He had hundreds of disciples under him, at least ten of whom were just as capable as the one Leander had harmed. Sure, he was furious about the injury, but letting it turn into a full–blown feud with a King Phase expert was pure fantasy.

He brought this up, but it was mostly about saving his reputation. If Leander apologized in front of everyone, he could throw out a few polite words and move on. Nobody would hold a grudge. But the way Leander was acting left him no way out.

The man’s pupils tightened. He hadn’t expected this at all.

Leander didn’t just refuse to apologize. He didn’t even give him a scrap of reputation. Saying this in front of four–hundred–year–old King Phase masters was nothing short of blatant provocation.

A strange, new thrill surged through the man. He hadn’t felt anything like this in over a century.

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Chapter 659 Sitting Across From You

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The middle–aged man wore purple, faint battle scars tracing his arms. He stared at Leander, and his voice sharpened. “You’re one arrogant kid. King Phase isn’t easy at your age. I was willing to let it slide in front of Julian, thought maybe you’d offer an apology with some coffee and call it done. But now? Looks like you want to learn firsthand what I, the Mistwalker, can do.”

Leander’s expression didn’t flinch. He drained the coffee and shook his head. “Apologize with coffee? That’s not something I’ve ever done since I was born. Your disciple’s cultivation? That’s on me. I don’t owe anyone any reputation. Want you wanna act? Then just do it.”

He spread his hands, making it clear he was done talking.

Except for Julian, the other three Hundred–Year King Phase warriors all had a flash of sharpness in their eyes. To them, Leander, this young upstart, was pushing it way too far. Not only had he harmed their disciples, but he was also acting like they couldn’t even handle him. That attitude alone stirred their resentment.

“Interesting. In over two hundred years, I’ve seen countless juniors, but you? You’re the first one bold enough to talk to me like that!” The Mistwalker’s eyes burned with lethal intent. In a blur, a dark shadow appeared at his waist, and an aged, battle–worn smoking pipe materialized there.

It was the weapon that had cemented his reputation. It was plain in appearance, but as deadly as any of the finest blades in the world. Though he looked like a man in his prime, he was actually two hundred thirty–four years old. That pipe had been by his side. since he was sixty, used to cut down enemies and lead charges. For a hundred seventy years, it had tasted the blood of countless Transcendent Realm warriors, and three King Phase warriors had fallen to it.

Since the King Phase battle a century ago and the signing of the King Phase Accord, the bloodstained pipe had been silent for a hundred years. Today, it was finally back in his hands.

“Azure Wave Pipe?” The others‘ expressions shifted slightly. They had all heard of its reputation, and a few had even faced him directly and survived to tell the tale. They knew exactly what they were up against.

“You’ve harmed my disciple. Even if I don’t kill you today, I will make sure you suffer.” The Mistwalker’s gaze turned cold and unwavering. His words were few, but every syllable carried unshakable certainty. It was clear to him that Leander was already in his

grasp.

Suddenly, a fierce aura surged, wrapping around the Gazebo. Every nearby plant shuddered violently. Even’the marble floor beneath them showed cracks forming. The skies above the Mistwalker churned with gathering storm clouds. Whatever was coming would hit with the force of thunder.

Leander, however, didn’t move at all. He even lifted a coffee pot to pour coffee, acting as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

“Looking for death!” The Mistwalker’s anger flared. He swung the Azure Wave Pipe, slicing through space itself. A thin, white streak of light arced across the void, aiming to strike right from the center of the Gazebo.

“Leonard, stop!” At that exact moment, a gnarled, aged hand shot out, positioning itself between Leander and the Mistwalker. The white streak of energy faltered, pushed back an inch, and the assault was forcibly halted.

“Julian, what’s the meaning of this?” The Mistwalker’s eyes darted across the room, locking on Julian. He was the one who had

moved first.

Julian pulled his hand back. His expression was serious. “Leonard, today I invited all of you here. This Imperial Court Suite is my place of peace. It’s not meant for fighting. I’m asking you to stop.”

The Mistwalker let out a cold, bitter laugh. “Julian, are you worried I’ll wreck your precious Imperial Court Suite?”

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