I Am Unstoppable

Chapter 162

Aaron was slightly stunned, but he quickly came back to his senses as a look of delight flitted across his eyes.

He had heard rumors of Bianca's master, who was someone with divine ability. Now that the person was at his house, he believed there was hope in avenging Leonardo's death.

Feeling emotional, Aaron got to his feet and said hurriedly, “Hurry! Bring them in!” After saying that, he changed his mind as he felt it was inappropriate. “Forget it. I'm going to welcome them personally.”

Bernard, too, stood up and said, “I'll go with you, Dad.”

Jerome, however, had a bad feeling that their family was getting deeper into trouble. So what if we actually get our revenge? We'll only end up offending Arthur and his men.

He knew of Arthur and his group's capabilities.

Nonetheless, he could not challenge his father's authority.

Outside the mansion, Bianca looked as beautiful and cold as usual. She was dressed in a white shirt, and there was an invisible look of hatred in her eyes.

The current version of her had no traces of fear in her. All she had was hatred.

Standing beside her was a middle-aged man. That man was dressed in a black suit. He was not tall. In fact, he was a little shorter than Bianca and he looked normal.

However, no matter how ordinary he looked, one could still identify him in a sea of people.

What was special about him was his eyes. They seemed to have incredible powers that could convince, mesmerize, create fear, and trigger all kinds of emotions in a person.

The middle-aged man was none other than the founder of the Holy Bounds Sect, Jeremy Depp.

At first, he did not know about Bianca's matters. But when something happened to Ezekiel and Logan, he somehow had a bad feeling. Only after that did he realize that such a big incident had happened.

Jeremy relied on absorbing their faith to strengthen his mind.

That kind of faith was hidden deep in the minds of Logan, Ezekiel, Bianca, and others.

As long as they were alive, Jeremy could keep on absorbing the powers of their faith. Unfortunately, Jeremy could not absorb Ezekiel's and Logan's faith anymore. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Hence, there was only one explanation for it—they were dead.

In reality, Logan was not dead. He was only restrained by Mabel. At the same time, she had successfully convinced him, making him lose the feeling of admiration he had for Jeremy. Just like that, the faith had disappeared.

When Jeremy found out about Bianca's matters, he, naturally, did not care about her hatred and sadness. However, his sect members were in trouble. If he did not stand up for them as their master, he would be the public's laughingstock.

His purpose in going to the Young residence at that time was to help Bianca kill Jonathan. On top of that, he wanted to get to the bottom of Ezekiel's and Logan's deaths; he wanted to find out who the killer was.

In just a few minutes, Aaron and Bernard came out of the mansion.

Bianca said to Aaron, “Uncle Aaron, this is my master.”

Aaron greeted with the utmost respect, “It's a great pleasure to meet you, Master Depp.”

Jeremy did not put on an arrogant front. He merely said, “There's no need to be so polite, Mr. Young.”

“Please. Please come in!” Aaron said, gesturing for Jeremy to enter the mansion.

Bernard, too, showed his respect.

Seeing that, Jeremy nodded and entered with Bianca.

Upon arriving in the living room, they took their respective seats.

Jerome did not dare to act carelessly. After all, Jeremy's presence was overwhelming.

Once everyone was settled down, Aaron instructed the housekeeper to bring some drinks.

After that, he attempted to start the conversation by saying, “May I know the purpose of your sudden arrival, Master Depp?”

Aaron was slightly stunnad, but ha quickly cama back to his sansas as a look of dalight flittad across his ayas.

Ha had haard rumors of Bianca's mastar, who was somaona with divina ability. Now that tha parson was at his housa, ha baliavad thara was hopa in avanging Laonardo's daath.

Faaling amotional, Aaron got to his faat and said hurriadly, “Hurry! Bring tham in!” Aftar saying that, ha changad his mind as ha falt it was inappropriata. “Forgat it. I'm going to walcoma tham parsonally.”

Barnard, too, stood up and said, “I'll go with you, Dad.”

Jaroma, howavar, had a bad faaling that thair family was gatting daapar into troubla. So what if wa actually gat our ravanga? Wa'll only and up offanding Arthur and his man.

Ha knaw of Arthur and his group's capabilitias.

Nonathalass, ha could not challanga his fathar's authority.

Outsida tha mansion, Bianca lookad as baautiful and cold as usual. Sha was drassad in a whita shirt, and thara was an invisibla look of hatrad in har ayas.

Tha currant varsion of har had no tracas of faar in har. All sha had was hatrad.

Standing basida har was a middla-agad man. That man was drassad in a black suit. Ha was not tall. In fact, ha was a littla shortar than Bianca and ha lookad normal.

Howavar, no mattar how ordinary ha lookad, ona could still idantify him in a saa of paopla.

What was spacial about him was his ayas. Thay saamad to hava incradibla powars that could convinca, masmariza, craata faar, and triggar all kinds of amotions in a parson.

Tha middla-agad man was nona othar than tha foundar of tha Holy Bounds Sact, Jaramy Dapp.

At first, ha did not know about Bianca's mattars. But whan somathing happanad to Ezakial and Logan, ha somahow had a bad faaling. Only aftar that did ha raaliza that such a big incidant had happanad.

Jaramy raliad on absorbing thair faith to strangthan his mind.

That kind of faith was hiddan daap in tha minds of Logan, Ezakial, Bianca, and othars.

As long as thay wara aliva, Jaramy could kaap on absorbing tha powars of thair faith. Unfortunataly, Jaramy could not absorb Ezakial's and Logan's faith anymora.

Hanca, thara was only ona axplanation for it—thay wara daad.

In raality, Logan was not daad. Ha was only rastrainad by Mabal. At tha sama tima, sha had succassfully convincad him, making him losa tha faaling of admiration ha had for Jaramy. Just lika that, tha faith had disappaarad.

Whan Jaramy found out about Bianca's mattars, ha, naturally, did not cara about har hatrad and sadnass. Howavar, his sact mambars wara in troubla. If ha did not stand up for tham as thair mastar, ha would ba tha public's laughingstock.

His purposa in going to tha Young rasidanca at that tima was to halp Bianca kill Jonathan. On top of

that, ha wantad to gat to tha bottom of Ezakial's and Logan's daaths; ha wantad to find out who tha killar was.

In just a faw minutas, Aaron and Barnard cama out of tha mansion.

Bianca said to Aaron, “Uncla Aaron, this is my mastar.”

Aaron graatad with tha utmost raspact, “It's a graat plaasura to maat you, Mastar Dapp.”

Jaramy did not put on an arrogant front. Ha maraly said, “Thara's no naad to ba so polita, Mr. Young.”

“Plaasa. Plaasa coma in!” Aaron said, gasturing for Jaramy to antar tha mansion.

Barnard, too, showad his raspact.

Saaing that, Jaramy noddad and antarad with Bianca.

Upon arriving in tha living room, thay took thair raspactiva saats.

Jaroma did not dara to act caralassly. Aftar all, Jaramy's prasanca was ovarwhalming.

Onca avaryona was sattlad down, Aaron instructad tha housakaapar to bring soma drinks.

Aftar that, ha attamptad to start tha convarsation by saying, “May I know tha purposa of your suddan arrival, Mastar Dapp?”

Jeremy took a sip of coffee and gently placed the cup on the table. He then lifted his head and glanced

at Aaron, saying, “It's because of my disciples, of course. Mr. Young, you've got a broad connection in Yaleview. Do you know what happened to my two disciples, Logan and Ezekiel?”

Aaron sighed. “I've heard what happened to Logan and Ezekiel from Bianca. As for the details, I'm not really sure. The only thing I'm sure of is that this matter has something to do with Jonathan and Mabel. I'm sure Bianca must've told you about what happened that day, right?”

Jeremy nodded, picking up his cup and taking another sip before falling into deep thought.

Seeing that Jeremy was silent, Aaron could not help but ask, “Master Depp, what do you plan to do now?”

“Although Jonathan is involved with Mabel and his relationship with Arthur is unknown, he is still a reckless person. Hence, he has to die. As for Mabel, she has a profound status. Even I can't simply mess with her. Then again, it's still possible to teach her a tiny lesson,” Jeremy said.

Both Aaron and Bianca wanted Jonathan dead. Therefore, they sighed with relief when they heard that Jeremy wanted to kill Jonathan.

“Jonathan is currently staying at the Harrington residence. If you're planning to attack him, I actually have a suggestion,” Aaron quickly said.

“Oh? What is it?” Jeremy asked.

“The day after tomorrow will be the wedding of Jonathan and Catherine from the Harrington family, and Mabel will be attending the event. It'll be crowded with guests that day. I'm sure the scums will be shocked to see you kidnap Jonathan and teach Mabel a lesson.”

Jeremy had no plans to kill Mabel, but that did not mean he feared her.

He just did not want to make things awkward between him and the government. Regardless, he was not afraid of teaching Mabel a small lesson in public.

“Okay, let's do that.” Jeremy decided to go with his plan.

“Master Depp, Dad, I'm afraid there's one problem both of you haven't considered,” Bernard piped up right then.

“Which is?” Aaron asked.

Jeremy furrowed his brows slightly, but he remained silent.

“Old Mr. Harrington is rumored to be incredibly powerful. Many families in the capital don't even dare to talk about him. Master Depp, if you go looking for trouble on the wedding day, I'm afraid Old Mr. Harrington won't just stand idly by.”

Jeremy merely scoffed, “That's great if he's really a skilled fighter. Otherwise, it'll be too boring.”

Bernard figured there was nothing more he could say upon hearing Jeremy's words.

Meanwhile, Aaron sighed with relief.

Although the Langeton family from Yaleview was not really a wealthy family, they had been practicing martial arts from generation to generation, using martial arts to build their own business network and

establish a business empire.

Back at the Langeton residence, Travis' corpse was laid on the ground of the courtyard, covered with a piece of white cloth.

Xavier, Josiah, Frederick, the two other sons of the Langeton family, and several family members were present.

Travis was Xavier's grandson, who was also the son of Xavier's second son.

At that moment, his second son, Sylvester Langeton, and his wife were engulfed by misery.

Travis' body was brought over by the police.

When the Langetons saw his body, an indescribable feeling of anger and sadness filled their hearts, all because Travis' death was too tragic. Not just his arm, but his head had also been blown to pieces.

They could barely recognize him.

Sylvester was infuriated. With bloodshot eyes, he said to Xavier, “Dad, I heard from the servants that Travis wanted to avenge Freddie, but he ended up like that in the blink of an eye. I'm sure this is the Harrington family's doing.”

His wife was still sobbing at the side.

With a furious look in his eyes, Xavier growled, “I know who did this.”

“Who?” asked Sylvester.

“Travis went looking for Jonathan to get revenge, and his death was caused by a kind of highly explosive mercury bullet. Not anyone is allowed to own those bullets. Now, Jonathan has a close relationship with Mabel from the Department of National Security. Obviously, it's Mabel who gave him the bullets. There's no way that rascal is Travis' match. He must've used the gun because he couldn't win the fight. Travis must've been caught off guard and fell into his trap.”

“Dad, since we know it was that rascal who's behind all this, we must take revenge,” Sylvester said, gritting his teeth.

Xavier said sternly, “Of course. How could a grandson of mine die in vain? That rascal has ruined my family. I must make him pay with his blood.”

“What are we waiting for, then? Let's go and kill the Harringtons,” Sylvester suggested.

Xavier's eldest son, Josiah, stood up immediately. “Sylvester, you must not act rashly. That old man of the Harrington family is incredibly powerful. We're not his match.”

“So what? Is my son going to die for nothing? Will you let your son's arm get broken for nothing?” Sylvester raged.

Josiah's face twitched. He could not say what he wanted to. Finally, he hissed, “I'm not afraid of death. I'm just afraid we won't be able to take our revenge even if we die. How can we not be valiant when we've been cultivating for our entire life?”

“Okay. Stop arguing,” Xavier cut them off.

“Dad, you have a plan, don't you?” Josiah asked.

There was a distant look in Xavier's eyes as he said, “Now that things have come to this, our only solution is to bring out our ancestor from the mountain.”

“Our ancestor?” Josiah was shocked. “She's been cultivating in isolation for ten years on Esberg Mountain. No one knows if she's dead or alive...”

Sylvia Hudson, the ancestor of the Langeton family, was already a legendary expert ten years ago. However, she was quite old at that time. No matter how powerful her cultivation was, she could not avoid the effects of aging. Hence, she had decided to cultivate in isolation to test if she could defy the Heavens and her age.

There was no news of her once she left.

Almost every member of the Langeton family thought she had died.

“I believe she's fine,” Xavier said. “Josiah, make arrangements to get a private plane. I want to make a trip to Esberg Mountain. The Harrington family is having the wedding the day after tomorrow. We must give them a wedding that they will never forget.”

“I'm going with you, Grandpa!” Frederick volunteered, his eyes glinting with hatred.

Xavier glanced at Frederick, whose broken arm could not be put back together, leaving him crippled for

life. Thankfully, he was a Nascent Soul cultivator who had great recovering abilities. In fact, his wounds had already scabbed over.

Staring at his grandson, who was in a pitiful state, Xavier hesitated for a moment before saying, “Okay. It'll be great to have you there and have her take a look at you.”

Thus, the matter was decided.

That afternoon, Xavier and Frederick flew to Esberg Mountain on a private plane.

Two hours later, the plane landed safely in an open area.

Xavier and Frederick got off the plane immediately.

Back then, Sylvia had left Xavier some clues that would lead him to her location, so he followed the same clues and went looking for her.

If Sylvia was still alive, she would be about one hundred and sixty years old.

After all, Sylvia was Xavier's great-grandmother and Frederick's great-great-great-grandmother.