From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 534

A spiraling tornado erupted, tearing across the night sky. Leander held Maeve in his arms, standing his ground without the slightest movement. He neither dodged nor defended. Maeve's beautiful eyes widened in astonishment as the swirling vortex rushed toward them.

The monstrous cyclone reached them in an instant. The howling gale carried a destructive, lethal aura, its power palpable. Just as it was about to touch Leander, he let out a soft, almost amused chuckle.

"Condense!"

The single, airy word hung in the air, and the massive, incoming spiral tornado instantly froze, utterly still.

"What?"

The four Enforcers wore expressions of utter disbelief, their movements halting mid-stride.

"Dissipate!"

Leander uttered a second word. The colossal, horizontally spinning tornado immediately exploded, dissolving into nothingness.

"How is this possible?"

The four Enforcers' eyes were wide, their pupils trembling with shock.

In that brief moment, they realized they had completely lost control of their spiritual strength. The spiral tornado, forged by the combined spiritual power of all four of them, felt as if some external force had violently interfered, severing their connection to their own energy.

They stared at Leander, their faces still contorted in fright.

"What did you just do?"

Leander casually held Maeve with one arm, his gaze serene.

"All four of you have entered the Origin Realm, and your coordination is seamless. For a typical Origin Realm spiritual master, you would indeed be insurmountable. If the fight had dragged on, you surely would have killed them. Even my current level of spiritual strength cultivation is merely on par with yours."

His lips suddenly curled, a look of contempt flashing across his face.

"But unfortunately, your understanding of spiritual strength is profoundly lacking!"

Leander stood proudly in the air, shaking his head gently at the four Enforcers.

"The spiritual strength you emit comes from within yourselves. My spiritual strength, however, is drawn from the natural world, born of all creation—endless, unbroken, without beginning or end. I can even forcefully convert the spiritual strength you emit and use it for myself."

Hearing this, the four Enforcers looked horrified.

"That's impossible! We've cultivated spiritual strength for nearly a century and have never heard of drawing it from the natural world. You're talking nonsense!"

"You heretic, what methods did you use?"

Leander offered no explanation, merely speaking with a detached tone. "In this world, simply living longer does not mean you understand everything more clearly. You four may be over a hundred years old, but in my eyes, your grasp of spiritual strength is barely better than that of a newborn child."

The divine light returned to his eyes. Above his head, fine threads of spiritual strength began to condense like silk, eventually forming a single, radiant, golden-yellow miniature blade.

This blade was unquestionably more refined and purer than the spiritual energy blade Leander had previously created. It exuded a thick, palpable aura of destruction that caused the surrounding space to ripple slightly.

"Today, I will show you what a true spiritual master is!"

The instant the golden blade appeared, the four Enforcers were terror-stricken, each instinctively stumbling backward at full pace.

"A divine sense materialized into a blade?"

They cried out, their attention completely fixed on the shimmering, golden-yellow weapon.

Though the golden blade was only about ten feet long, its light was dazzling, and it was condensed to the absolute extreme. It was infinitely more substantial than the overwhelming, indiscriminate attacks they had just launched.

Even though all four of them had entered the Origin Realm, they could not condense spiritual strength to such a degree. Yet, Leander had formed the blade with a single thought, and it was terrifyingly solid.

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