Chapter 377 Even If Your Parents Come, They Must Kneel
Wilford thought the terms he offered were good enough. He genuinely wanted Isabella to join the Puckett family.
"So what do you say? I've never actively invited anyone else to join our Puckett family, but if you come, from now on, all the Puckett family's resources will be at your disposal."
Hearing this, Isabella showed no expression on her face. She just said coldly, "I'm not interested in joining your Puckett family. I just want what I came for."
"I can't give you that. What I can offer you is membership in our Puckett family."
Isabella laughed at this. "You really want to have your cake and eat it too."
Her eyes darkened as she said in a low voice, "I told you before, if you go back on your word, I'll definitely make you regret it."
Just as Isabella finished speaking, Sullivan rushed out from inside, his face furious.
He shouted at Isabella, "You bastard! What did you just do to Delmar? Why is Delmar bleeding from all seven orifices and dead?"
Hearing this, Wilford's expression shook. He turned to look at Sullivan. "What did you say?!"
Sullivan turned to face Wilford. "Wilford, this girl never intended to cure Delmar! Just now Delmar's eyes rolled back while unconscious. I felt something was wrong, but before I could check, Delmar bled from all seven orifices and stopped breathing."
Hearing that Delmar had stopped breathing, Wilford was struck as if by lightning. His body swayed and he nearly fainted on the spot.
Clutching his chest, he raised a trembling hand pointing at Isabella. "You... what have you done?"
Isabella looked at him and suddenly smiled, but her eyes were cold and indifferent. Her words were even more heartless. "Nothing much, just made him die from repeated convulsions in a nightmare."
She had said before that if he lied to her, there would be a price to pay.
So she had used Nightmare Mesmerism on Delmar.
If Wilford hadn't lied to her, she could have lifted it in time.
But Wilford ultimately didn't plan to keep his promise.
So she couldn't be blamed.
Don't think she could be pushed around!
"You... you you..." Wilford was so angry his voice became unsteady.
"You dare kill my son!"
How dare she?
This was the Puckett family's territory.
"I'll make you pay with your life!"
Internal energy surged within Wilford. With an angry shout, he launched an attack directly at Isabella.
Wilford's powerful aura was unstoppable. Isabella was forced to fight him.
Two figures crashed around the hall, leaving chaos wherever they went.
Wilford really hadn't expected that despite being so young, Isabella's skills were not inferior to his. He had no advantage at all in strength or speed.
After several rounds, Wilford's expression became somewhat ugly.
Just then, several other elders of the Puckett family rushed out. They naturally knew what had happened. After exchanging glances, one elder shouted, "You dare act so brazenly on Puckett family territory? I advise you to surrender, or we'll leave you without a complete corpse!"
Isabella just laughed. "That depends on whether you have the ability."
The elders' expressions all changed.
They'd never seen such an arrogant girl, daring to cause trouble alone in their Puckett family castle.
She really didn't know what was good for her.
At the same time, over a dozen guards rushed over, each holding a knife. Seeing the situation, they swung their blades at Isabella.
Isabella raised her hand, and a surging airflow swept toward them, blasting all dozen people away.
The elders were shocked.
Once an ancient martial arts professional's strength reached its peak, they could leave nothing standing in their path. The Northern Ice Empire's historical records of the Powell Family Army defeating an enemy force of 100,000 with just 100 people a thousand years ago was no fabrication. This was why the entire Northern Ice Empire worshipped absolute power and respected strength above all - because a top ancient martial arts professional could easily destroy an entire ordinary country's army.
An ancient martial arts professional's strength was always related to age. The older they were, the longer they'd practiced ancient martial arts. So each family's elders were the family's pillars. You could even say a family's strength directly depended on these elders' strength.
As elders who had practiced ancient martial arts for decades, they could naturally do what Isabella just did. But how old were they, and how old was Isabella?
Isabella's strength didn't match her age at all.
The elders' eyes darkened. They all attacked together, launching an assault on Isabella.
There were five elders present in total. Including Wilford, all six had formidable strength.
Isabella's expression became more serious.
Although she was quite talented, she was still young. With so many elders attacking her simultaneously, she really couldn't handle it.
Isabella kept retreating, nearly getting hit in vital spots several times.
But there was no fear on her face, because she still hadn't used hypnosis. Through fighting these elders, she could better understand the gap between her strength and theirs, and push herself to break through.
"Let's see how long you can last!" one elder sneered. "You dare act so brazenly on our Puckett family's territory - soon you'll know the consequences!"
With a surge of power, Isabella was blasted away by a palm strike, coughing up blood.
The one who struck her was Sullivan.
Sullivan was already a hundred years old, but still looked energetic.
His strength could be said to be the highest among these people.
Sullivan looked at Isabella sprawled on the ground from his attack. With his hands behind his back, he mocked coldly, "I'm 103 years old this year, 85 years older than you. Do you think I've lived those extra 85 years for nothing? Never mind you - even if your parents came, they'd have to kneel before me!"
Isabella's eyes narrowed slightly.
She clenched her palm. She really couldn't beat Sullivan. After all, what she mainly studied was never ancient martial arts, but hypnosis.
Isabella's eyes shifted. Just as she was about to mobilize her psychic power...
"Is that so? Even I would have to kneel before you?"
A cold, oppressive female voice came through, like an empress descending, carrying a lazy air of looking down on the world.
Sullivan's expression changed. "Who?"
He suddenly turned to look, and saw a tall woman in a long coat walking slowly toward them. Behind her followed several middle-aged people wearing Powell family uniforms.
With each step the woman took, Sullivan could feel the fluctuation of her power. It was absolute suppression, the invisible pressure emanating from a powerful ancient martial arts professional.
This kind of pressure was a warning among peers, making people instinctively feel afraid and want to retreat.
Sullivan hadn't expected Gwyneth from the Powell family to suddenly appear here. A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. "Gwyneth, what are you doing at our Puckett family castle?"
"What? I can't come?" Gwyneth raised an eyebrow and said coldly, "You're bullying a junior by relying on your age, and you're afraid of me seeing it?"
Then Gwyneth beckoned to Isabella, her voice somewhat gentler than before. "Ansley, come to Mommy."
Wilford's expression changed dramatically!
Sullivan's pupils trembled too!
What did Gwyneth just call herself to Isabella?!
Mommy?
Under Wilford and Sullivan's shocked gazes, Isabella walked toward Gwyneth. "Mom, why are you here?"