Novel Full Chapter 432 I Won't Spare Your Life!
Alaric rose from his seat, a wide smile plastered on his face. “Welcome, welcome, Young Master Kent Hall! It is an honor to have you here. We are prepared to offer you the finest treasures and the most prestigious titles. Please, make yourself at home.”
Kent’s eyes swept the room, but he paid little attention to Alaric’s words. Instead, his gaze fell upon a single figure—the head of the Ron family, John Ron. He stood at the far end of the hall, his expression one of uncertainty.
Ignoring the flurry of pleasing words, Kent walked straight toward John Ron, his golden eyes gleaming with determination.
“Are You John Ron?” Kent asked with a serious look.
The late middle aged man with humble posture and wrinkled face nodded his head hurriedly.
“I have a request,” Kent said, his voice calm but commanding.
John Ron’s heart skipped a beat. “O-Of course, anything you wish, Young Master.”
Kent’s next words sent shockwaves through the hall. “I wish to marry your daughter, Jia. If you have no objections.”
The room fell into stunned silence. Every other family head stared, mouths agape, as the realization hit them. The rising star of the Blue Planet—the legacy bearer of the War God—had just offered to marry into the Ron family, elevating their status to unprecedented heights. No one had expected this.
John Ron, overwhelmed with emotion, immediately fell to his knees, bowing deeply. “It would be the greatest honor, my lord. I—We accept, with all our hearts. Thank you… thank you!”
Tears of joy welled in the older man’s eyes as he held Kent’s hands in gratitude. The other family heads watched in stunned disbelief, the weight of Kent’s choice sinking in.
The Ron family, once among the lesser of the prime families, had now soared to the top with that single sentence.
“Father-in-law, guide me home. I don’t have much time to spend here, so I will meet Jia before I leave.” Kent said, his voice calm yet firm.
John Ron, overwhelmed with joy at Kent’s words, beamed with happiness, his wrinkled face lighting up like that of a child receiving a treasured gift. “Of course, Of Course! I will lead the way immediately,” he said, his voice trembling with pride and emotion.
Just as John Ron opened his mouth to speak further, a loud, commanding voice cut through the moment.
“Kent, maybe you don’t know who you’re speaking to,” the voice came from none other than Supreme Wand Magus Alaric. He stood from his seat at the head of the long table, his tone filled with authority.
“I am the Supreme Wand Magus, the leader of the Blue Planet Wizard Association. This gathering was arranged in your honor.”
Alaric’s smile, though friendly, was laced with the expectation of obedience. “Why don’t you take a seat and entertain my Crown Hall? I’ve planned a grand reception just for you. Besides, I want you to be part of the Blue Planet Wizard Association. With your talents, you’ll be renowned as the Supreme Arch Magus.
We’ll shower you with treasures, unique artifacts… consider them gifts of welcome to the heavenly abode.”
His excitement was barely contained, as though he were offering Kent the highest honor possible, something no sane person could refuse.
Kent slowly turned toward Alaric, his eyes cold but unreadable. He walked forward, his steps slow and deliberate. The room watched in stunned silence as Kent approached the long table. Without a word, he picked up a wine bottle and poured himself a glass. He swirled the wine, watching it glisten under the hall’s light before downing it in one swift motion.
The quiet was suffocating.
“Thank you for your hospitality. I’m truly honored by your generosity.” Kent finally said, his tone polite but distant.
There was a pause as Kent set the glass down and turned back toward John Ron, signaling his intent to leave. “But as I have urgent matters to attend to, I will be taking my leave.”
John Ron immediately caught on. “This way, my lord,” he said, stepping forward to lead the way.
Kent had barely taken a few steps when a loud bang echoed through the hall.
“Kent!” Alaric’s voice boomed, filled with frustration and fury as he slammed his palm on the table. He rose from his seat, his face red with anger. “What is the meaning of this? Is this how you honor a Supreme?”
All eyes turned to the confrontation. Whispers filled the room as the family heads looked on in anticipation.
Kent paused mid-step, his back still turned to Alaric. He stood there, motionless for a second, before turning his head slightly to the side, just enough to glance at the Wand Magus.
“Sorry, I’m not interested in any drama you want to pose here.” Kent said simply, his voice steady and dismissive.
Alaric’s face contorted with rage. He could feel the room’s attention on him, the family heads watching his next move. His authority was being challenged, and he wasn’t about to let it slip.
“You dare!” Alaric shouted, raising his Wolf Head Wand to cast a spell. His eyes glowed with power as golden light began to swirl around his fingers. “You disrespect me in my own hall? You will learn what it means to defy a Supreme!”
With a forceful flick of his wrist, Alaric unleashed a powerful spell, hurling a beam of Wolf Image directly at Kent’s back.
But Kent didn’t flinch.
Without turning around, Kent raised his hand, smashed the wolf fang spell, the family legacy spell of wand magus, with his bare palm as if it were nothing but a gust of wind. The spell fizzled out in his grip, dissolving like smoke.
Gasps filled the room.
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Alaric’s face paled with shock. His most powerful attack—blocked effortlessly.
Kent turned fully now, his golden eyes sharp and dangerous. He snapped his fingers, and in an instant, a blast of golden lightning shot from his hand, streaking across the hall and striking Alaric square in the chest.
The force sent Alaric flying backward, crashing into his ornate chair. He gripped the arms of his seat, his body trembling as smoke rose from his lavish robes. His eyes wide with terror as he realized the power Kent truly wielded.
The hall fell into a deathly silence, the family heads too stunned to speak.
Kent glanced at Alaric one last time, his gaze filled with cold indifference. “Next time, think before you attack. Because, I won’t spare your life.” he said softly.
Without waiting for a response, Kent turned and walked away, following John Ron out of the hall. The supreme Wand Magus sat there, trembling, his pride shattered.
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