Reign Of The Asura

Chapter 3 The Price Of Humiliating His Brother

It was Mosa who answered instead.

"Brother, before he left the organization, Duan asked to have his cultivation sealed."

Evan raised an eyebrow. He gave Duan a strange look, like he was staring at a man who'd tied his own hands before walking into a kennel full of dogs.

"You asked to be sealed?" he said. "And then you just let them beat you up like this?"

Duan finally lifted his head. His split lip twisted into a bitter smile.

"I did it on purpose, Brother. I wanted to test her." His eyes flicked toward the bride. "I wanted to know if she'd still want me if I was just some ordinary guy with no power and no money. Turns out that bitch only cares about power and money."

Evan went quiet for a second, then let out a short laugh. Some of the anger faded from his face.

"Good." He patted Duan on the shoulder. "Good thing you did that. Now you won't spend your whole life getting played by a bitch."

"Who are you calling a bitch?!"

The bride let go of Fero's arm and took a step forward. Her name was Serli. Her pretty face was flushed with rage, her finger pointing straight at Duan.

"Duan, you're nothing but trash with nothing to your name! How dare you..."

Evan turned and looked at her.

That was all. He didn't speak, he didn't move, and his expression was still relaxed. But Serli's words caught in her throat. For some reason, every hair on her body stood on end. It felt like being stared at by something that wasn't human, something that could take her life without needing a reason.

She backed away without realizing it, her face pale.

Evan had already stopped paying attention to her. He swept his gaze across the entire hall.

"Where's the bastard called Fero?!"

His shout echoed. The guests all turned in the same direction.

The young man in expensive clothes stepped forward with his chin up. Both hands were in his pockets, and that arrogant smile was still plastered on his face.

"That's me. So what?"

Evan didn't answer.

His hand grabbed a bottle of wine off the nearest table. The next second, he vanished from where he'd been standing, and in a single breath he was right in front of Fero.

Crash!

The bottle shattered over Fero's head.

"AAARGH!"

Fero screamed and staggered, both hands clutching his head. Fresh blood ran between his fingers, mixing with the red wine and soaking into his expensive suit.

The whole hall was stunned. Nobody made a sound. The Young Master of the Feris family, smashed with a bottle in front of everyone?

"Insolent brat! How dare you!"

The roar came from an old man in a dark robe. He shot out from where the bride's family was gathered, his palm slamming toward Evan's chest with enough force to make the air around it whistle.

Evan didn't take a single step back. He just lifted his leg and kicked.

Bam!

The kick and the palm collided. The old man was sent flying back several meters, his shoes scraping across the marble floor before he managed to stop. His expression changed.

The hall erupted.

"That... that's Old Master Ferdi Feris!"

"He got pushed back? By that young guy?"

"Who the hell is this person?"

Ferdi Feris straightened up. His arm was still numb, but he hid it inside the sleeve of his robe. His eyes were cold and full of arrogance.

"Young man, you'd better not get too cocky." His voice was heavy. "It seems you don't know how powerful the Feris family is in this city."

"You hear that, you son of a bitch?!" Fero joined in, shouting. His face was covered in blood, his eyes vicious. "Who do you think you are? In Moon City, my family can make you disappear without a trace! You and that piece of trash are both gonna die tonight!"

Evan listened until they were done, then chuckled. His tone was far more contemptuous than the two of them put together.

"Powerful?" He dug at his ear with his pinky. "You really think being a first-class family is enough to call yourselves powerful?"

He looked Ferdi Feris up and down, from head to toe.

"You're only at the Sky Warrior Realm and you're already this full of yourself. That's embarrassing, old man."

Ferdi Feris's face stiffened.

The guests who knew a thing or two about cultivation exchanged looks, and their guard shot up at once. This young man had figured out Old Master Ferdi Feris's realm with a single glance. Someone like that was clearly no simple character.

Unfortunately, Fero was too furious to think that far.

"Bullshit! You just got lucky! Grandpa, kill him! I wanna see him on his knees and..."

Thud!

Evan's fist had already landed on his face.

Fero flew back and crashed down on top of the broken glass. Before he could get up, Evan had grabbed him by the collar and started pounding him again.

"Stop him!"

"Protect the Young Master!"

More than a dozen Feris family guards charged in from every direction. But not one of them got anywhere near Evan. Mosa, Erik, Hunley, and Zeki were already standing in their way.

What happened next wasn't a fight. It was a one-sided slaughter.

Mosa threw two men at once, sending them crashing into the buffet table. Erik snapped a guard's arm with one move. Hunley and Zeki moved like shadows, and every time they passed, another body dropped. Tables flipped, glasses shattered, and the guests screamed as they pressed themselves against the walls.

The wedding banquet fell into total chaos in the blink of an eye.

The guests stared at the four men in horror. They'd thought the handsome young man was the only dangerous one. As it turned out, the four who came with him were just as terrifying.

So what kind of person could make four monsters like that call him "Brother" with such respect?

Nobody dared to guess out loud. But everyone was starting to realize that this man's identity was anything but ordinary.

In the middle of the hall, Evan still hadn't stopped.

Punch after punch landed on Fero's face. His screams grew weaker and weaker, then died out altogether. By the time Evan finally let go of his collar, Fero had passed out. His face was a wreck, slashed all over by shards of glass, barely recognizable anymore.

Utterly ruthless!

Serli collapsed onto the floor, her whole body shaking violently. Several of the female guests covered their mouths and looked away.

Evan stood up, flicked the blood off his hand, then turned toward Ferdi Feris.

"Alright. Your turn, old man."

He stepped forward. For the first time that night, Ferdi Feris took half a step back.

"That's enough, young man."

Someone stepped in between the two of them.

It was the old man who had explained the situation to Evan earlier. His back was straight, his gaze was calm, and the air of authority he gave off slowly quieted the commotion in the hall.

Whispers rose among the guests.

"The Governor's stepping in..."

Evan stopped. So this old man was the Governor of Moon City.

The Governor looked at Fero lying on the floor, then turned back to Evan.

"I understand you're angry on your brother's behalf. But this has gone too far."