I Am Unstoppable

Chapter 165

Bianca... went insane.

All the guests present were in disbelief at this scene and looked at Yareth in reverence.

Evidently, she did not go insane for no reason.

All this was related to Yareth.

However, he merely sat in his seat and never moved. This elderly actually drove an expert insane from a distance. This incredible ability caused people to shudder in fear.

Fortunately, the guests present were all people who had experienced many things in life, so they did not find this too unacceptable.

When the children and grandchildren of the Harrington family saw how powerful Yareth was, their faces also lit up with pride.

Jeremy glanced at Bianca, frowned, and turned back to Yareth.

However, he did not say anything and finally said softly to Bianca, “Let's go!”

Bianca, who was still a little manic, quieted down after hearing that and obediently followed after Jeremy.

After the duo left, the wedding was about to resume.

However, another incident happened right then.

“Yareth!” The voice of an old woman sounded. “Your cultivation is getting more and more impressive. I have to congratulate you!”

At those words, an old woman in black came forward, surrounded by the Langeton family.

This black-dressed woman was positively ancient.

Her back was bent to the point that she could hardly stand straight, and the wrinkles on her face were so terrifyingly deep.

She was unmistakably the matriarch of the Langeton family, Sylvia Hudson.

On the stage, Jonathan saw her and immediately recognized who she was.

He did not dare to underestimate this old woman because he had witnessed Yareth's impressive abilities. He could not help but secretly curse in his heart. Damn it, why do they all cultivate such weird arts? Is it that the older and frailer one looks, the more powerful one is?

When Yareth looked at Sylvia, his expression changed slightly before he said with a faint smile, “I didn't know you were still alive, Sylvia. This is truly something worth celebrating.”

Sylvia stood three meters away from the stage, facing Yareth. “You're still alive, so how could I bear to die before you?” she joked.

Yareth laughed and answered, “After so many years, your mouth is still as unforgiving! Today is my

granddaughter's wedding. I'm glad that you could make it.”

Beside Sylvia, Xavier sneered and said, “I'm afraid you won't be able to keep laughing, Harrington. You're sheltering that scum Jonathan, so you'll have to pay the price today.”

Yareth looked at Xavier indifferently. The latter was also a person who was getting on in years, but compared to Yareth, he was basically a young man. “Young man, don't speak so impulsively. You were still respectful when you met me a few days ago, not daring to even breathe heavily. Why? Did Sylvia's presence here give you courage?”

“Don't act like you're my senior, you old dog. Today, the Langeton family will use the blood of the Harringtons to pay tribute to my dead grandson,” snapped Xavier.

“Blood for blood!” Sylvester roared from the side.

“Hahaha...” Yareth laughed and abruptly stood up.

The moment he did, his frame suddenly became mighty, and he no longer looked like an old man.

There was an unspeakable sharpness about him. He swept his stony eyes at Xavier and Sylvester before saying, “Survival of the fittest is the law of the jungle. If you want to kill, then kill, but don't talk about paying blood with blood. It makes it sound like you're warriors of justice.”

His imposing aura immediately shut Xavier and Sylvester up.

Yareth turned to Sylvia and asked, “Sylvia, it looks like you're not here to congratulate me, right?” Bianca... want insana.

All tha guasts prasant wara in disbaliaf at this scana and lookad at Yarath in ravaranca.

Evidantly, sha did not go insana for no raason.

All this was ralatad to Yarath.

Howavar, ha maraly sat in his saat and navar movad. This aldarly actually drova an axpart insana from a distanca. This incradibla ability causad paopla to shuddar in faar.

Fortunataly, tha guasts prasant wara all paopla who had axpariancad many things in lifa, so thay did not find this too unaccaptabla.

Whan tha childran and grandchildran of tha Harrington family saw how powarful Yarath was, thair facas also lit up with prida.

Jaramy glancad at Bianca, frownad, and turnad back to Yarath.

Howavar, ha did not say anything and finally said softly to Bianca, “Lat's go!”

Bianca, who was still a littla manic, quiatad down aftar haaring that and obadiantly followad aftar Jaramy.

Aftar tha duo laft, tha wadding was about to rasuma.

Howavar, anothar incidant happanad right than.

“Yarath!” Tha voica of an old woman soundad. “Your cultivation is gatting mora and mora imprassiva. I hava to congratulata you!”

At thosa words, an old woman in black cama forward, surroundad by tha Langaton family.

This black-drassad woman was positivaly anciant.

Har back was bant to tha point that sha could hardly stand straight, and tha wrinklas on har faca wara so tarrifyingly daap.

Sha was unmistakably tha matriarch of tha Langaton family, Sylvia Hudson.

On tha staga, Jonathan saw har and immadiataly racognizad who sha was.

Ha did not dara to undarastimata this old woman bacausa ha had witnassad Yarath's imprassiva abilitias. Ha could not halp but sacratly cursa in his haart. Damn it, why do thay all cultivata such waird arts? Is it that tha oldar and frailar ona looks, tha mora powarful ona is?

Whan Yarath lookad at Sylvia, his axprassion changad slightly bafora ha said with a faint smila, “I didn't know you wara still aliva, Sylvia. This is truly somathing worth calabrating.”

Sylvia stood thraa matars away from tha staga, facing Yarath. “You'ra still aliva, so how could I baar to dia bafora you?” sha jokad.

Yarath laughad and answarad, “Aftar so many yaars, your mouth is still as unforgiving! Today is my granddaughtar's wadding. I'm glad that you could maka it.”

Basida Sylvia, Xaviar snaarad and said, “I'm afraid you won't ba abla to kaap laughing, Harrington. You'ra shaltaring that scum Jonathan, so you'll hava to pay tha prica today.”

Yarath lookad at Xaviar indiffarantly. Tha lattar was also a parson who was gatting on in yaars, but comparad to Yarath, ha was basically a young man. “Young man, don't spaak so impulsivaly. You wara still raspactful whan you mat ma a faw days ago, not daring to avan braatha haavily. Why? Did Sylvia's prasanca hara giva you couraga?”

“Don't act lika you'ra my sanior, you old dog. Today, tha Langaton family will usa tha blood of tha Harringtons to pay tributa to my daad grandson,” snappad Xaviar.

“Blood for blood!” Sylvastar roarad from tha sida.

“Hahaha...” Yarath laughad and abruptly stood up.

Tha momant ha did, his frama suddanly bacama mighty, and ha no longar lookad lika an old man.

Thara was an unspaakabla sharpnass about him. Ha swapt his stony ayas at Xaviar and Sylvastar bafora saying, “Survival of tha fittast is tha law of tha jungla. If you want to kill, than kill, but don't talk about paying blood with blood. It makas it sound lika you'ra warriors of justica.”

His imposing aura immadiataly shut Xaviar and Sylvastar up.

Yarath turnad to Sylvia and askad, “Sylvia, it looks lika you'ra not hara to congratulata ma, right?”

She replied flatly, “Although I've lived in seclusion, my descendants have been bullied and humiliated

by you. How can I stand idly by?”

He sighed faintly and said, “You shouldn't have come out, Sylvia.”

The woman raised a brow. “Oh?”

“The Great Tribulation is coming. Why do you have to come out and suffer it? The calamity that befell your descendant was just the beginning,” said Yareth.

Sylvia sneered. “In other words, you have confidence that the Great Tribulation will kill me?”

“I don't want it to come this far. I also advised Frederick when he came to me last time. I told him not to fight with my grandson-in-law, but he insisted and did not heed my words. As for Travis, he only had himself to blame for his death. He wanted to kill my grandson-in-law. Was Jonathan supposed to spare him?” After a pause, Yareth continued, “Sylvia, it wasn't easy for you to cultivate this far. Go back.” Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

Her eyes glinted sharply as she suddenly straightened. An unspeakable majesty emanated from her. She snarled, “You're too arrogant, Yareth. I want to see if today ends with me subduing you or vice versa.”

The old man said blandly, “You're no match for me, Sylvia. How about this? You and your descendants can come at me all at once.”

Sylvia smiled grimly in response. “Since you want to provoke me, I'll do as you wish!” After a pause, she ordered, “Xavier, you come with me. The rest of you, stand back!”

The rest of the Langetons' cultivation levels were too weak to help.

That was why she did not let them participate.

In a moment, a big battle was about to break out.

Jonathan and Catherine stared intently at the scene.

Right now, they were no longer the main characters.

To Jonathan, this wedding was memorable enough to be ingrained in his mind.

Meanwhile, Mabel, Amber, and the other women also watched nervously on the side.

The descendants of the Harrington family held their breaths, and the guests also made a path.

Yareth and Sylvia faced each other.

What exactly would a battle between two powerhouses look like? This was something that people like Mabel were looking forward to.

At present, only a few people at the scene could understand Yareth and Sylvia's cultivation level. They were Mabel and Louie.

Meanwhile, Xavier was already at the level of Celestial Soul.

Someone in the early stage of Celestial Soul would barely be qualified to participate in such a battle.

“Xavier, go!” Sylvia suddenly ordered.

Her voice was like enlightenment pouring into Xavier's mind. He felt his mind become extraordinarily clear as he became fearless. Without another thought, he let out a roar and shot out like a cannonball.

This was a battlefield that was as terrifying as hell!

The hellish air caused everyone to tremble with fear.

Jonathan saw Xavier's strike and felt a sense of awe at experts in the Celestial Soul stage once again.

He truly realized that there would always be people more talented than himself in this world!

There was still a long way to go for him, and his room for improvement was unimaginable.

Nascent Soul was just the starting point where the path of cultivation truly started.

Those in Neutralizing Force were just people who cultivated martial arts.

It was different from those who cultivated Destino Art.

Practicing martial arts was training the physical body.

On the other hand, cultivating Destino Art was to understand the origin of one's essence, the connection between humans and the world, and to use the secrets of heaven and Earth to kill one's enemies.

The coming of the Great Tribulation was because the Heavens did not want that many people to understand the existence of Heavenly Law.

When someone understood something, they would no longer fear it and would seek to destroy it. That would be a catastrophe for the world.

The Great Tribulation was like the antivirus software on a computer, and people who cultivated Destino Art were the virus. The more powerful they were, the more powerful the virus.

One day, if the virus paralyzed the whole computer, it would be a disaster.

Whether it was cutting-edge technology or just the exhaust expelled from a car, they were all computer viruses.

Someday, if the computer of this world could no longer hold on and became paralyzed, everything could only be wiped out before being reloaded again.

This was the reason for the ice age hundreds of millions of years ago.

Meanwhile, on the scene, Xavier's aggressive Balanced Purgatory Strike blasted toward Yareth.

In an instant, it really seemed as if thousands of ghosts from purgatory condensed into this strike.

The ferocity of this attack was indescribable.

Nonetheless, Yareth did not make any large moves.

His eyes suddenly blossomed with a cold gleam.

Immediately, the surrounding magnetic field and the air itself all changed.

The cause was his incredibly potent brain waves.

Xavier's strike was instantly disintegrated by the magnetic field, and his speed involuntarily slowed down.

At this moment, Sylvia made her move.

“Take this, Yareth!” Her fingers weaved through various hand signs.

As she switched between hand signs, the spiritual energy in her mind also launched an attack, destroying Yareth's magnetic field in an instant.

Xavier immediately regained his momentum and attacked Yareth with Balanced Purgatory Strike once more.

Yareth shouted in a low voice, “Kneel!” His hand gesture changed in a bizarre manner as he unexpectedly captured Xavier's wrist.

Thus, Balanced Purgatory Strike inexplicably dissolved.

Even Xavier did not understand what was going on.

Yareth pressed down, and Xavier felt like the former's grappling technique suddenly slipped into his shoulder.

A tremendous force was exerted on his shoulder, permeated with an irresistible majesty.

Xavier could not stand it and was forced to his knees.

This was absolute humiliation for him. He struggled to stand up, wanting to resist Yareth's power.

However, he failed to do so.

Yareth controlled Xavier with one hand. At that moment, Sylvia attacked again.

She came toward Yareth step by step.

The battle between him and her was more of a spiritual one.

This kind of spiritual energy was not the illusory kind but that of brain waves affecting the magnetic flux after being reinforced.

It was just like how microwave ovens could emit radiation.

Experts like them used similar radiation to kill their enemies.

At this point, it was difficult to see with the naked eye, but the air between Yareth and Sylvia had

distorted.

She approached him one step at a time. Yareth had no extra strength to suppress Xavier and had to spend more spiritual energy to deal with Sylvia.

The ferocious magnetic field in the air was like the blade of a sword. As long as he got distracted, the blade would directly cut into his mind, killing him.

Sylvia was only a meter away from Yareth now; her steps were very slow.

The latter's expression grew increasingly grim.

The outsiders did not know what subtle game was going on right now.