Dual Cultivator Reborn [System In The Cultivation World] Chapter 997: Bring it on my dead aunt

"How amusing. I truly don't know whether to laugh or cry after listening to your little rant about slaughtering every soul in this region and destroying everything I hold dear. I despise people like you—those who believe they sit at the top of the food chain and can devour anything in their path. I truly hate your guts!" Yohan's voice rang out as he stared at Aira, who was seething with rage. After hearing Yohan’s provocation, Aira tightened her grip and retrieved a sword from her spatial ring. Prepared to confront Yohan, she realized that her only option at this moment was to face him with every ounce of her power.

While she was aware that Yohan’s Cultivation made him stronger than her, she remained confident that she could overwhelm him with Aella's assistance. She believed that by working together, the two of them could easily suppress Yohan and halt his actions. On the contrary, Aella was still attempting to reach Yohan through words, hoping to prevent the situation from escalating further.

"We don't have to do this, Yohan. Do not throw away this chance to protect your people; there is still time to make the right choice. You have a brilliant future ahead of you, so please, just follow us without making a scene. Think about Alena and your partners!" Aella pleaded, hoping he would listen. However, a smirk merely spread across Yohan’s face in response. Seeing that expression, Aella let out a long, defeated sigh, finally realizing that he had no intention of yielding to her words.

"So you've made up your mind. If this is the path you choose, then I won't hold back any longer. I tried my best to convince you because of our blood ties, and I hate that it has come to this, but forgive me. I have a mission to fulfill, so do not blame me!" she declared. With those words, she also drew a sword from her spatial ring, pointing the blade at Yohan with a gaze full of resolve.

Yohan let out a chuckle as he saw the two of them aiming their weapons at him. He had no plans to surrender, already infuriated by the lengths they had gone to just to capture him.

"In the past, I had no desire to get involved with the business of the Imperial Family, but then you people arrived with your hidden agendas. Now, it truly irritates me. Everyone has been getting on my nerves lately—first it was the Northern Royal Family, and now the mighty Imperial Family has joined the fray," Yohan exclaimed. In the next heartbeat, a terrifying killing intent flooded the room, catching both Aella and Aira off guard.

"Once I've finished dealing with the Northern Royal Family, the Imperial Family is next. They will pay for the trouble they've caused me!" Yohan vowed, his eyes burning with murderous intent.

"You bastard... do you really think you can challenge the Imperial Family? Don't make me laugh!" Aira shouted, having no intention of restraining herself. Without a second thought, she lunged at Yohan with lightning speed. She swung her blade toward his neck, but the outcome was unexpected. Yohan remained perfectly still, and to Aira’s horror, he caught the edge of the sword with his right index finger just before it reached his throat.

Powerful shockwaves rippled through the room, causing cracks to spiderweb across every surface due to the immense force behind the strike.

"How pathetic. Is this really all you've got? I'm somewhat disappointed in you..." Yohan remarked. Having said that, he simply flicked the blade with another finger.

“Crack!”

The instant his finger made contact, the sword began to shatter into pieces right before Aira’s eyes. Her expression shifted violently as a look of pure disbelief took hold.

Aella was equally stunned by the sight. After all, Aira was a seasoned warrior who had spent years by Aella’s side, whereas the young man standing before them had only recently turned eighteen. There should have been a massive gap between them, yet Yohan remained entirely calm and composed throughout the exchange.

"Don't you dare look down on me... you damn bastard!" Aira screamed at the top of her lungs, throwing a fist toward Yohan’s face. Yohan simply tilted his head to the side at the last moment to dodge the blow. Simultaneously, he drew his right hand back as he closed the distance between them.

"Aira, look out!" Aella’s warning suddenly reached Aira’s ears. But before she could react, a punch packed with terrifying force slammed into her gut, sending her hurtling backward.

Aella moved instantly, acting with great speed to catch the flying Aira. However, the momentum behind Yohan’s strike was so overwhelming that she was dragged along with her. The two of them barely managed to stop themselves before crashing into the far wall.

Aira collapsed to the floor, her eyes wide with shock as she experienced an agonizing pain unlike anything she had ever felt. She gasped for air, her breathing becoming heavy and ragged as sweat drenched her body. She could feel that her internal organs were in total disarray from the impact of Yohan’s fist. A moment later, she began coughing up blood.

"So weak... I barely used five percent of my power, and she’s already like this. I doubt she’ll be getting up anytime soon. Now it’s just you and me, my dear aunt. Show me what you can do—prove to me that you are worthy of being called a Warlord!" Yohan frowned at Aira’s state before turning his gaze toward his aunt. Aella was burning with fury at the sight of Aira’s condition. She turned her head sharply toward Yohan, her eyes overflowing with killing intent.

"You're going to pay for this..." Aella hissed.

"Then bring it on, my dear aunt!"