Previously, Leon Huang hadn’t wanted to expose Lingqi Ji—back then, he wasn’t strong enough. Now that he’s accumulated enough power, Ji is just a reincarnated demon spirit and no longer worth fearing.
As he got closer to the bridal chamber, Leon suddenly quickened his pace.
Suddenly, his expression changed slightly, but he quickly returned to normal and continued toward the bridal chamber.
Just as he neared the bridal chamber, four shadowy figures shot out from all sides like lightning, instantly closing in on him.
Boom!
Four powerful killing intents erupted, weaving into a secret mental net that pinned Leon down. Then, four sword lights silently stabbed toward his abdomen, chest, throat, and brow.
The four attackers struck with incredible speed and flawless coordination; even a Martial Saint would struggle to escape unscathed from their assassination.
But Leon dodged their combined attack without a scratch.
In a blur, he reappeared several meters away.
Without a word, Purple Thunder appeared in his hand. He took a step forward.
His sword flashed like a meteor, dazzling and brilliant.
Splat!
Blood sprayed as a head flew high into the air.
Retreat!
One of the assassins barked out a command, and the other three instantly split off, fleeing in three different directions as shadowy blurs.
Stay where you are!
Leon shouted coldly, his figure splitting into three. With three short, muffled grunts, the assassins were decapitated on the spot.
After dispatching all four assassins, Leon put away Purple Thunder and pushed open the courtyard gate to the bridal chamber, stepping inside.
The courtyard was eerily quiet.
All the servants had vanished. Staring at the tightly shut bridal chamber, a cold gleam flashed in Leon’s eyes.
Creak!
Leon pushed open the bridal chamber door.
There was no ambush, but a middle-aged man stood openly in his wedding room.
On the bright red embroidered bed, Harriet Gu sat at the bedside, her bridal veil already lifted. A sword pressed against her pale neck, wielded by an ugly middle-aged woman.
Ethan Chen Yuanshan, you’ve got some nerve, coming back to Pristine Way!
Leon’s gaze fell on the middle-aged man. Sure enough, this was Pristine Way’s former Sect Master, Ethan Chen Yuanshan.
Why wouldn’t I come back? Don’t forget, this place used to be mine." Ethan snarled bitterly. The man before him had stolen everything; if not for Leon, he’d still be Pristine Way’s high and mighty Sect Master.
Because of this man, he lost everything. So, on Leon’s wedding day, he returned!
Leon shook his head. "But now, there’s no place for you here. I’ll give you one last chance—leave with your people, and I’ll spare your life!"
Hahaha!
Ethan laughed, a touch of madness in his voice. He glared coldly at Leon, grinding his teeth. "You still dare threaten me? Don’t forget, your wife is in my hands. One word from me and she’ll be dead!"
Leon shook his head again. "No, you can’t kill her! Enough, Ethan Chen Yuanshan, stop testing my patience and get out!"
You’re courting death!
Ethan was furious. He hadn’t expected Leon to be so arrogant with Harriet Gu in his hands. Did this brat not care about her safety?
As soon as he finished speaking, Ethan drew his sword and slashed at Leon.
I was going to spare you, but since you don’t know what’s good for you, I’ll send you on your way!
Leon murmured, activating Spatial Stasis. Instantly, everything in the room froze.
In a flash, Leon appeared before Harriet Gu, took the sword from the ugly woman’s hand, and tapped her brow. Then he darted to Ethan’s side, slammed a palm into his chest, and sent true qi through his body, shattering his heart.
Three seconds later, Spatial Stasis ended.
The ugly woman collapsed with a muffled groan, dead. Ethan Chen Yuanshan fell to the ground, screaming, and quickly fell silent.