Invisible Security Guard
Chapter 1437 - 1436: Introducing the Righteous and Evil God

Chapter 1437: Chapter 1436: Introducing the Righteous and Evil God

"Senior Landyn, this is merely the appetizer. The main course will follow shortly." Yusuf Zuck’s voice was cold and ruthless, brimming with boundless murderous intent. As his voice faded, the princely heir’s head suddenly exploded.

Indeed, even Landyn Torres himself failed to stop the explosion of the princely heir’s head. In fact, the blood and brain matter from the blast splattered all over Landyn’s face.

It wasn’t that he didn’t try to dodge; he simply froze upon hearing Yusuf Zuck’s voice, allowing the blood to spray across his face.

"Not good." Landyn’s expression drastically changed, abruptly becoming frazzled as he dived toward someone else—this person was a woman, standing close to the now-deceased princely heir.

Yet, he was ultimately a step too late. Just as he lunged forward, consecutive explosions erupted, and heads continued to burst open throughout the hall.

"Roar—" Landyn bellowed furiously, suddenly unleashing his supreme Realm. "Everyone, cover this place with your Realms, seal it off, quickly!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" As his words fell, three more people’s heads exploded.

At this point, the Eight Great Clan Leaders, Matt Graham, and all the elites from the eight clans activated their Realms, sealing the venue completely.

Once the venue was sealed, the head explosions ceased.

However, at this very moment, the faces of the Eight Great Clan Leaders turned green because... because eight people were dead—five women and three men.

Yes, there were only fifteen people in total, but now eight were dead. Xander Nash was dead; Marc Watts was dead; Rowen Mills was dead. Furthermore, five women from the Goodman, Arellano, Torres, Berger, and Mills families were killed.

The Mills family suffered two losses—a brother and sister, both dead.

This scene of utter carnage almost made the Eight Great Clan Leaders collapse on the spot.

Today was supposed to be a grand wedding, yet within the two hours leading up to the ceremony, eight people had died.

How was the wedding supposed to proceed after this? Moreover, the deceased were the finest fourth-generation members of the Eight Great Families, which drove the Clan Leaders into a furious frenzy of roars.

Landyn Torres was equally heartbroken, his veins bulging with anger.

"Yusuf Zuck... Yusuf Zuck... Yusuf Zuck..." He muttered Yusuf’s name over and over in his mind.

Yusuf the Old Demon, the man who would wipe out entire families on a whim, repay every grudge, and unleash unparalleled ruthlessness. This individual was beyond demonic—anyone who offended him was considered fortunate if their entire family wasn’t annihilated.

He was beginning his retaliation now, and he claimed he would soon return.

What right did he have to be so fearless? To return here, no less? Wasn’t he just beaten and driven off not long ago? How dare he come back within a day—wasn’t certain death his only fate?

Landyn was also shaken by Yusuf’s Divine Skills; he managed to curse sixteen Superior Divine Masters to death. Just how powerful was he?

What Landyn didn’t know was that Yusuf’s method of cursing was the most sinister and potent curse in existence. Anyone who had met him or been caught in his gaze—just one glance—created an impression deep enough in his mind to set a curse. No need for strands of hair, clothing, blood, or personal items; merely making eye contact could doom you.

What kind of Divine Skill was this? One could call it celestial—none among the divine could match its strength.

"What do we do now?" The Eight Great Clan Leaders turned to Landyn Torres, desperate for guidance.

"I’ll continue removing their curses." Landyn summoned seven spectral forms in one breath. The seven phantoms descended above the heads of the cursed seven, and with the Big Capture Hand grasping and pulling, seven strands of cursed energy were extracted.

This place was already sealed, so the cursed energies were repelled outside. From a distance, Yusuf Zuck could no longer control the fates of those present.

With the curses lifted, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, though their fury grew more intense.

"Who did this? Whoever it is, I’ll exterminate their entire family—leave no chickens or dogs!"

All Eight Great Families had suffered at least one loss, and the Mills family had lost two. The Eight Great Clan Leaders were utterly enraged.

"Yusuf Zuck," Landyn said.

"What? Him?"

"How is that possible?"

"How could he possess such powerful curse energy?"

"How does he know the birth dates and astrological signs of my children?"

The Clan Leaders were dumbfounded. Within the Eight Great Families, these details of their younger generation were kept secret due to fears of powerful individuals using them to cast curses. Outsiders were never privy to this knowledge.

"This bastard defies the heavens, and he’s returning soon. Prepare for battle!"

"Fine! Fine! Fine! When he comes, I’ll skin him alive."

"I’ll render his flesh into lamp oil..."

"I’ll make him wish he were dead."

Just then, amidst the furious outbursts of the Eight Great Clan Leaders, a grinding sound like a millstone suddenly echoed—a grating, piercing noise!

"What is that sound?"

"Hmph, it’s Yusuf Zuck—I’m going outside to kill him."

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" Including Landyn Torres, everyone rushed outside.

It must be noted that Sunset Tower housed not only the Eight Great Clan Leaders and Landyn Torres but also dozens of Superior Divine Masters from the Eight Great Families. When these mighty figures surged forth collectively, even space seemed to crumble beneath their combined overwhelming force—a shockwave that shook the heavens and the earth.

Who in the world could contend with the Eight Great Families’ foundations?

Who could rival the Eight Great Families in terms of the number of Dignity-tier beings?

Who could challenge the Eight Great Families when it came to Magic Treasures?

Who could compare to the Eight Great Families in resources?

Resources, Magic Treasures, Divine Masters—combine these three, and who dared disobey them in the Heavenly Realm?

"Wait, this isn’t Yusuf Zuck." As Landyn dashed out, he noticed a mass of clouds gathering in the sky. The swirling vortex of dark clouds morphed into a massive black hole—it seemed someone was opening the Spacetime Door.

The location of this phenomenon was directly above the viewing platform. Landyn’s heart sank further upon seeing approximately fifty Clan Leaders from the first-class families kneeling at the platform, chanting incantations. At the same time, sixty more first-class Clan Leaders stood at a distance, merely observing.

The atmosphere was ominous; shockingly, some of the chanting leaders convulsed uncontrollably, letting their Blood Energy, Essence Blood, power, and life force surge into the Time-Space Black Hole.

They were offering themselves up for destruction, courageously and without hesitation, to summon something.

"This is bad. They’re summoning the true Evil God. Seal off Sunset Square with the Big Array, immediately!" Landyn shrieked as he unleashed his power. He sent forth sixteen palm strikes, each targeting a different first-class Clan Leader’s head.

These sixteen individuals didn’t dodge or move; they allowed Landyn’s palms to strike their heads, killing them instantly!

Sixteen dead, just like that.

But the rest seemed possessed, standing abruptly and detonating their foreheads. Streams of Essence Blood shot skyward!

"Ancient Gods, return now..." This was the final utterance of the first-class Clan Leaders before fifty of them self-destructed.

"Clang—"

"Boom! Crackle!" Above the viewing platform, the Spacetime Door slowly opened. As Landyn’s heart raced and the Eight Great Clan Leaders stared in horror, a little girl—no older than six or seven—stepped out first.

Though a child, her face held no trace of innocence or charm. Instead, it was cold, sinister, and brimming with murderous energy.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" One after another, boys aged seven to eight emerged, as well as girls—all under ten years old. In an instant, fifty-one figures streamed forth.