"Leonard!" Sophia called out in relief the moment she saw him standing in the shattered doorway. But even as the word escaped her lips, a cold dread gripped her chest.The vibes radiating from Flint Blackheart were deadly. He looked too strong and dangerous.What if Leonard couldn't defeat him? He should call the guards instead of facing this monster alone. Her body still felt heavy from the drug, and the thought of Leonard getting hurt because of her made panic rise again.Flint let go of Sophia's chin and gave her a quick, vicious glance before turning toward Leonard. His massive frame shifted with lazy confidence, like a predator who had already decided the outcome of the fight."So you are the one who brought chaos to Nexus City's hierarchy. Good thing you came by yourself. Saved me the time of looking for you. I'm Flint Blackheart."Leonard's eyes narrowed as he studied the man. There was something fundamentally different about Flint. The strange tattoos covering his skin were a

Leonard did not receive Felicity's call and put it on silent mode without a second thought. He had no interest in her antics.Felicity called again and again, the screen lighting up repeatedly with her name like an annoying insect. He did not have time for her toxic energy, not when he was standing in the middle of the Graalis Forest with an army of a thousand people depending on his every decision.Then a message came through, the text stark against the screen. "Leonard, please receive my call. It is an emergency."This time, the Gambino heir took the call with heavy suspicion, his jaw tightening as he pressed the phone to his ear, already bracing himself for whatever manipulation she had planned."Hello.""Leonard, it's me, Felicity. Thanks for taking the call."She sounded vulnerable and soft, her voice trembling in contrast to her usual shrill, hostile tone.There was a fragility that caught him off guard for a moment, though he refused to let it sway him. He could almost picture

As soon as Leonard appeared, Mira leaped several yards away like a trapeze artist, her body twisting gracefully in mid-air before landing at a safe distance on the forest floor. With her eagle-green eyes, she quickly surveyed her surroundings for any signs of other ninja shadows, her gaze darting from tree to tree, shadow to shadow, every muscle in her body coiled like a spring ready to strike at the slightest provocation. None. The information she had on Leonard severely underestimated him. Victor and Felicity were idiots who thought he was an ordinary guy with extraordinary supporters. It was the other way round. This man was the real threat, the one pulling all the strings from behind the scenes. He was likely the menace who killed Stark operatives, including Sable Carnegie. "What are you?" Mira asked, her voice laced with a hint of wariness that she rarely allowed herself to show to anyone. "How can you use ninja shadows?" "Even experienced cultivators cannot do it. That techn

Leonard immediately disconnected his spiritual energy from the ninja shadows the moment Bodhidharma's warning flooded his mind. However, Mira's attack had already landed on them with devastating effect. "Take that, you spoiled heir!" she screamed. Shadow Root Soul Rot was her last resort, a suicidal spell that affected both caster and target. Boom! Invisible explosions erupted on Leonard's body, appearing like phantom mushrooms. However, the damage brought him no pain, just emptiness. Mira's Shadow Root Soul Rot was an astral attack on his soul after all, the most powerful in her arsenal. Leonard felt all his qi drain, and his meridians burned like fire. And then a callous black rot began to spread all over his body, starting from the explosion sites and moving outwards and inwards like a living darkness that consumed everything in its path. "It is too late," Bodhidharma said, and his ethereal voice cut off from Leonard's psyche abruptly. As the rot spread, all his legacy memori

Victor and Felicity pushed through the heavy iron doors of Nexus City Asylum. Flickering lights hummed overhead, painting the narrow corridors in sickly yellow. Distant howls and sobs leaked from behind locked doors, creating a constant undercurrent of cold dread.The doctor leading them glanced back with tired eyes. "The Langford heir visiting our fine establishment? To what do we owe the pleasure on this fine day, sir?"Victor forced a confident smile, adjusting his collar. "I came to see an old friend—Peter Norfolk. He was admitted recently. I thought some good news might lift his spirits after everything he's been through.""Peter Norfolk?" The doctor chuckled darkly, flipping through a clipboard. "Ah, Crazy Pete. The rich boy turned into a nightmare child. Most patients here are violent or lost in delusions, but Pete… is different.""Different how?" Felicity asked curiously. As far as she remembered, the Norfolk heir was smart and composed."He sees things," the doctor replied gr