Chapter 567 - Towering (4) (2/2)

”There's no need to worry about that attack, its very circumstantial and requires preparation. I didn't expect Leonel to be so skilled in Force Arts, but unless he has another earthquake-like event to rely on like in his initial attack, he won't be able to do as he pleases. And, even if he did, Anared should have long since seen what I've seen. He won't allow him what he needs to succeed.”

It was only after hearing these words that Syl managed to calm, looking back toward the battlefield with her hands gripped against her chest.

Rie stood by her side, her gaze twinkling. But, no one knew what was going through her simple mind.

”If you leave now and agree to marry my sister as you were meant to, I can give you a path for survival.” Anared said plainly, the rhythm of his heart extraordinarily steady. ”However, that woman on your back needs to die.”

Leonel didn't respond for a long while, looking down toward Anared with a gaze just as steady, an expression just as indifferent.

Eventually, his gaze shifted back toward Hargrove.

The City Lord still seemed shaken by Leonel's earlier display, the beating of his heartbeat having yet to slow.

”With me here, you won't be able to kill him. Why even waste your time?” Anared continued to speak, his habit of saying too many words for a supposedly cold person seeping through again.

”This is the third time.”

Leonel's voice carried a bone chilling cold to them. His aura was decidedly dark, carrying an oppression that was almost tangible in the air.

”The first time you insulted her, you were saved by the attendants of Brave City.

”The second time you insulted her, you were saved by the Savants of Earth.

”And this third time here... who do you think will be able to save you this time?”

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Before anyone could understand what Leonel meant, his bow had been swapped for a spear.

Even more quickly than that, a siege crossbow appeared, hanging in the air as though it had always been there.

Anared's expression changed but it was already too late. A siege crossbow appearing at near point-blank range was devastating.

He dove out of the way instinctively, his body rolling along the ground and completely losing his indifferent aura.

SHUUUUUUUU!

Anared scrambled along the ground, the shackles on his strength being loosened one after another. Without a choice, he released all of his trump cards, his aura climbing to a level even faintly surpassing the 12 Demigod level Giants.

However, the results were completely outside of his expectations.

The crossbow blasted through Hargrove's body.

For a moment, the City Lord looked down at himself, an incredulous expression plastered on his face. But, in the next moment, his body imploded, the force winds of the bolt tearing him apart from the inside out.

The last thing the City Lord saw was Leonel's flickering silhouette, ignoring both him and Anared as though they weren't even worthy of his attention.

He appeared above the City Lord Mansion, his aura billowing, his presence Towering.

”This is the third and final time I'll say this...

”GET THE HELL OUT HERE!”

Leonel's roar sent rippling waves through the skies, more than 50 siege crossbows appearing in the sky around him as he bombarded what remained of the once proud Mansion.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!