From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 567

Boom!

Leander just swung his arm lightly, but the air itself erupted like a riot. It was as if some invisible, massive whip had slammed straight down from the sky, striking the path right in front of the two elders.

The sound was deafening. A trench ripped open before everyone, wide as ten feet, plunging deep for several yards, stretching a full fifty meters across their path.

Every single person shuddered at that moment, their expressions frozen in sheer terror. Even the driver who had brought Leander there earlier just stood there, stunned, his jaw practically dropping.

What kind of move is this?

Cedric, Ophelia, and the others just froze, their eyes locked on the long chasm ahead. Nobody could get a word out. Even the bodyguards around them went completely stiff, standing there like statues.

Evren, whose cultivation had reached the Martial Sovereign Realm and who had climbed onto the Astria Power Index just last month, felt his gaze tremble. It landed squarely on the two elders standing in front of him. He knew too well what a single strike like that meant.

The two elders, dressed in black and blue, stood before them, their pupils constricting at that very moment. When they first arrived, they hadn't even paid Leander any attention. They hadn't even noticed him. They had no idea this place was hiding a Supreme Grandmaster.

Leander just flicked his arm, and suddenly a fierce wind whipped past them. Before they even had time to react, a massive chasm appeared out of nowhere. They knew deep down that even if either of them had attacked, they could never have caused this kind of destruction.

The young man standing beside them clearly had cultivation far beyond theirs.

"You can try. Take one more step forward," Leander said, one hand in his pocket, tilting his head slightly. Coldness dripped from every line of his expression.

Before, everyone had laughed at Leander, thinking his words were a joke. It had seemed ridiculous. But now, there was nothing but silence. Cedric, who had mocked Leander before, felt a lump in his throat. Twenty people in the room and not a single one dared to move forward, not even the two elders whose cultivation had reached the Transcendent realm. They all froze in place.

The two elders turned to look over at Leander, their expressions grave. They both bowed slightly and clasped their fists in respect.

"I didn't expect an esteemed master to be present. I am Matthias Falkenberg of the Bulwark Sect, and this is my junior, Tobey Bennett. May I ask your honored name?" The blue-robe elder's words were polished and courteous, carrying the air of wandering scholars from the martial world.

Leander didn't really say much. He just shrugged and went, "I'm from the Ashcrofts."

"The Ashcrofts?"

Both of the armored masters blinked. Then it hit them, or something, and their expressions completely changed.

Not long ago, didn't a Supreme Grandmaster from the Ashcrofts do something absolutely massive out in the Sahar Wastes? Considering their age and power, the only young person in the world from the Ashcrofts whose cultivation even tops ours is just one.

The two of them immediately bowed low to Leander, their previous tension melting into sheer reverence and awe as they lowered their heads in respect. "So it's the Iron Sovereign in person. Greetings, Sovereign Ashcroft!"

Cedric and the others at the back froze on the spot. Cedric had never taken Leander seriously. In his eyes, Leander was just a minor figure who could be crushed without a second thought. A little effort on his part could have sent Leander into oblivion. Yet now, these two beings, like immortals walking the earth, bowed and lowered themselves before Leander. That alone spoke volumes about the sheer terror of Leander's status.

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