"Hahaha..." Young Leader Baris found this really funny. He, an unscrupulous person, with just a little bit of royal makeover, was treated with respect and politeness. He didn’t experience this feeling in his lifetime, not even once but now, he did.
The more he assumed like this, the more he thought that his father’s ambition of ruling a kingdom was to his liking!
’It doesn’t matter if I’m corrupt... Even if I’m evil, if I have status and power, I have it all! Wealth! Women! I only need the necessary power to establish my status!’ This thought appeared in his mind and somehow deeply entrenched in his soul. Even a feeling of wanting to reign on top of his father encroached his heart.
His face turned into a grin as he looked at some people who surrounded him after the smoke had started to dissolve into the surroundings, effectively losing its potency.
However, some people in the guests who had weak cultivations felt dizzy as they sprawled over to the floor.
*Whoosh!~~* *Whoosh!~~* *Whoosh!~~*
The various experts of the Blackwell Family quickly surrounded him with their weapons being ready to be unsheathed while they had their hands on the grip.
Their eyes looked solemn like they were calm creatures that were scrutinizing his thoughts and movements.
Young Leader Baris slightly turned his head and just foolishly smiled at them, his lips indicating a mocking expression.
Looking at his unfazed expression, the experts of the Blackwell Family all felt chill encroaching their hearts!
"Ahhh!~"
Before the could even make a move, copious amounts of blood splashed around the hall in an instant, gathering the screams of the faint-hearted the next moment. The screams of the guests, especially the ladies let out a fearful cry as if they had never seen blood before!
Instantly, the group of cronies from Young Leader Baris’s entourage killed the people who tried to surround him.
Young Leader Baris looked at his bunch of cronies. They were all Fifth Stage Powerhouses like him, so they didn’t find it hard to take care of these nobodies.
They all had used their respective laws to sneak attack.
Sneak attacking Fourth Stage Cultivators while their strength was at Fifth Stage? It could be very well said to be bullying, no! It was overkill!
"What!?" Morn Blackwell was visibly shaken while his eyes trembled. He couldn’t believe the sight that was occurring in front of his eyes.
Their Fourth Stage Cultivators were slaughtered just like that? Their family’s hard-earned wealth which was used to produce these Fourth Stage Cultivators were destroyed just like that?
His eyes moved around as he tried to verify this sight and he tried to quickly regained his bearings but couldn’t, thus he spoke in an angry yet trembling voice, "Wh... Who are you, people!?"
"Us? Hahaha!" Young Leader Baris looked at Morn Blackwell in a mocking light before he gave off a cackling laugh as if lamenting how stupid the other party was.
He suddenly stopped his laughter and bent down as he extended his hand.
When he stood up, a woman was hanging with one of her arms lifted up high by his hand, her angry and trembling face visible to his eyes. Her visible outlines and contours made him feel the inner heat in his loins.
"Bastard!" A low growl was heard from below him and he looked down, only to see the groom look at him with strong killing intent.
It was as if his eyes could pierce and kill him a thousand times.
"Hehehe..." Young Leader Baris laughed and kicked Jackson Lars towards the sides but the latter didn’t land that far away but was only pushed a bit to the side.
Jackson gave a low groan as he felt pain from the kick. No matter how he channeled or circulated his energy, he was unable to use his cultivation, not even able to move.
"How is it? My paralysis trap... Feels good?" Young Leader Baris spoke as he held Katrine Blackwell’s chin. He looked at her face which turned fearful when she heard his words. He then saw those rosy lips tremble and was deeply enticed. Her clear pupils below her rosy eyelashes almost made him go crazy.
He subconsciously leaned in and just when he was about to taste her plump crimson lips, a cry echoed out, "Halt!"
He stopped as displeasure filled his expression. He inclined his head to see an old man approaching them to a distance before stopping.
"Young man, what are you doing? If you leave now, we will let bygones be bygones!"
An old man in elderly clothes appeared. However, his undulations told him that he was the most dangerous fellow this family has to offer against them.
Young Leader Baris’s eyes flashed. He guessed the one who appeared was none other than the Grand Elder of the Blackwell Family, a Peak-Level Law Seed Stage Cultivator.
Nevertheless, he inwardly sneered. Even while having the advantage, he did check up on the target’s capability before entering the marriage hall.
The old man looked at the cultivators in front of him. Each of them was at the Fifth Stage and if they all decided to fight here, the losses and the pain they would experience would be immense.
All the family members here would probably die even if he survived.
The old man’s long brows imperceptibly furrowed. The situation was not to the Blackwell Family’s advantage.
So he chose to adopt a passive attitude.
As for revenge? There will always come a time when they can make a move.
Katrine’s father, Morn Blackwell also came forward as he saw his father step forward to take the helm. With his father together with him, his confidence to fight and save his daughter from the clutches of this unknown madman was renewed.
"Do you know who you are talking to?" Young Leader Baris coldly asked with an icy smile on his face.
"You are not from the Royal Loseris Family, who are you?" The old man spoke as his gaze focused on Young Leader Baris.
Even if they were to falter, he decided to let them go today only to get back at them at a later date. Revenge is a dish best served cold.
As a man who had seen the vicissitudes of life and created an entire family by himself, he was rather familiar with how one should behave to survive.
However...
"I am the son of Jawan..." Young Leader Baris spoke in a proud tone but his face turned into a pitiful smile when he glanced at their expressions, "Haven’t heard the name before?"
The old man frowned upon hearing the other party’s words.
Son of Jawan? It was so vague. How was he supposed to know?
Just when he was about to tell him to stop beating around the bush, he froze.
"Arc Song Mercenaries..." Young Leader Baris smirked in a mocking light.
Not only the old man but everyone in the hall froze when they heard his words.
In the few past years, the name Arc Song Mercenaries became synonyms with the name, Cloud Spring Mercenaries. Almost everyone in the Tripartite Alliance Territory had heard the story, the fall of the mighty Cloud Spring Mercenaries and the rise of the gallant Arc Song Mercenaries.
"Bullshit!" The old man spat out in a fierce tone as he summoned a sword out of his spatial ring, "Get out or prepare to be slain by the blade by my sword!"
The old man took an aggressive stance but looking at the lazy yet pitiful smile of the person of unknown identity, his heart churned with a bit of trepidation.
If it were to be true...
*Hiss!~*
The Grand Elder didn’t want to think anymore as he took a deep breath!