From Ruin to Reign Leander's Unbreakable Will novel Chapter 488

"So, this is a Half-King? That’s it?"

Leander stepped out of the collapsing blood coffin. Within the crimson domain, thin scarlet threads lashed at him from every direction, trying desperately to reel him back in and bind him.

But each of his steps landed with iron weight. No matter how those threads tightened or knotted, they couldn’t slow him, not even for a heartbeat.

"How is this possible?"

While Christopher and Jimmy were alight with relief, the Blood Demon’s face twisted in disbelief.

He was Half-King. Although he didn’t yet possess the power of a true King Phase, he was capable of sealing space with a gesture, shaping an entire domain of his own within a hundred-foot radius. Here, within this blood-soaked world, he was supposed to be the god, capable of ruling everything.

The blood coffin was shut, and Leander was trapped in it. Even if it were another Half-King, he should have suffered agony beyond imagination, if not outright death. In his estimation, he had a seventy-percent chance of killing Leander outright.

Yet Ashcroft had shattered the coffin as though brushing dust off his sleeve, and walked through those devouring blood threads as if they weren’t even there.

What kind of cultivation is this man in?

"Don’t tell me… you have already reached the King Phase?" The Blood Demon’s pupils shrank violently.

"I haven’t." Leander’s tone was calm, almost casual. The next instant, his gaze sharpened like a blade drawn from its scabbard.

"But if we’re speaking purely of strength, you’re nowhere near qualified to compare yourself to me.

"You want to kill me? You’re nowhere close to doing that."

A streak of light tore across the air, and Leander’s figure vanished in an instant.

Up in the sky, the Blood Demon’s pupils condensed. He sensed the shift in airflow a fraction of a second later. His instincts roared. With a sweep of his hand, the blood world surged upward. Above him, two pillars of blood condensed into existence, crashing down in front of him like fortress gates.

Thud!

A fist materialized out of nothing and smashed into the pillars of blood. One pillar caved inward with a deep crater.

The Blood Demon staggered back as both pillars shattered into dust.

"Your life is mine now." Leander’s gaze was stone cold. He didn’t pause after his first punch. He stamped down, detonating the air behind him, and shot forward again, trailing a clean white arc.

The Blood Demon had no time to even shout. He retreated in panic as the blood sea rolled overhead. Two massive bloody palms clapped inward from both sides, trying to crush Leander between them.

Leander didn’t even bother to dodge. He rammed straight into the palms head-on with nothing but his body. He felt no more than a breeze, and strode straight through them.

"What?" The Blood Demon’s face drained of color. He flung his arms wide, and every shred of blood-essence in the sky surged into his right arm, coating it in a wicked, pulsing crimson glow.

With a roar, he hurled a punch powerful enough to split the clouds. The night above Swallow Hill turned scarlet as corrosive blood-essence surged forward. It was not just raw power, but also a corrosive force so vicious it seemed to rot the very wind it touched.

He condensed power through blood, drawing in all the ambient energy of heaven and earth within the domain, certain that a single punch would be enough to blast Leander back.

Leander still didn’t bother to lift an extra dinger. He simply met him with a punch of his own.

Boom!

A thunderous blast ripped through the sky. A blood-red silhouette shot backward, skidding through the air and carving gouges in the sky. The Blood Demon’s arm shook violently, its gathered blood essence blown apart.

Bang!

How is Jeff Ashcroft this strong? He hasn’t reached King Phase. How can he wield this kind of power?

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