HIS RETURN FOR REVENGE

Chapter eight: His entrance ii

The double door of the Grand Hall tore off clean from the hinge, flying across the room, slamming into tables close to the front row— guests got hit and injured, tables skidded with metal before throwing away expensive plates and bottles of wine that shattered and exploded in the air and raining liquor and sharpnels.

The crowd screamed, staggering away from the chaos in a tangle of limp and heels, those who were unlucky slipped and fell, those laughing before the entrance were frightened now. Blood pooled over the floor with wine. No one was standing.

The couple, earlier dancing at the front stilled under the spotlight, looking at everyone scrambling in the hall like they were watching real-time action movies or the prelude before a zombie apocalypse kicked into full clutter.

"What is going on?" The bride in white gown, a replica of Daniel Monroe's face asked with narrowed eyes, her expression tight.

Jaxon's entrance was already Terrific enough. But he was just starting.

He stepped through the door through the dust and the mess he'd just created. He stopped, looking around the room without any hint of compassion in his, only bloody revenge. The compassion that had died since his entire family was murdered before his eyes mercilessly for property.

The people moved back in fear, whispering.

"Who is he?"

"What is he doing here?"

An Elderly man stood up among the family members seated. on the stage, dressed in a clean black robe that swept the ground, his white beards a start contract. Elder Enzo.

He moved towards the edge slowly but a dangerous energy around him trembled the air even in his relaxed state. He was the stand-in for Daniel Monroe on her daughter's wedding, a man who trained him to be dangerous, exiled from his sect for murdering thirteen members during training, another sect took him in, maybe they could tame him, but Elder Ezno became even more ruthless, banished from the most powerful sect, the immortal River sect after breaking his master's legs during sparring. The martial world disowned him. He held no title— only known for destruction.

Jaxon walked through the red carpet aisle where Elder Enzo was standing at the end, his expression steel, eyes dangerously sharpened, his hands neatly crossed behind, his shoulder relaxed.

Jaxon stopped a few meters away from him with the box in his hand without the slightest scratch despite everything.

"Out of the way, old man." His voice was commanding— always nothing less.

Elder Ezno scoffed, something that could have been amusement if not the chaos. He stroked his Beards gently with a steady hand, observing Jaxon quietly.

"Young man," he called gently, his voice rough and authoritative. "you're causing trouble at my daughter's wedding. Walk away now and maybe I'll let you leave here in one piece."

The Crowd was standing.

Tension hung thick in the air like ice.

Jaxon let out soft snort. "You're not deaf, Old man," He said calmly, "Step out of the way. I have no business with you."

The hall buzzed with murmuring that did everything but reduce the tension? No.

"This young man is ready to leave this place useless," one man shook his head in pity, "he's speaking to Elder Enzo like that?"

"Is he crazy or he just hates his existence to challenge against Elder Ezno. This is suicidal!!"

Elder Ezno's eyes narrowed on him. He was gradually losing his cool, his finger cracking in a tight punch at his back, the air around him bubbled from his murderous aura.

Some people stepped back from him.

"I'll give you one last chance, boy," his voice was near closure as his patience thinned. Elder Enzo was known for his uncontrollable temper, but he was keeping his cool because today was supposed to be a celebration day. "Walk away and never return—"

He took one step towards Jaxon, his eyes darkening.

"— Or stay and I'll gladly chop off all your parts and feed them to the dogs."