The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call

Chapter 1657 As Deserved

The fact that Judah had committed atrocities like the ones he did in Southdale showed he had long since lost his humanity.

However, Wynter was an expert at dealing with such evil. She toyed with her purple sugilite pendant, letting out a faint chuckle.

"That sounds impressive. Did the one who helped you leach others' fortune to extend your own not tell you? The more fortune you borrow, the more vengeful spirits cling to you."

Judah froze for a moment, then burst out laughing. "Vengeful spirits? They're just lowly people. If they had any guts, they would have fought back when they were alive. What can a bunch of nobodies possibly do to me?"

He was completely brazen. With the fortune he had stolen, even a death sentence wouldn't scare him. He'd still reincarnate with the same luck and rise to power again.

But Wynter saw through him. "You're so fearless because you think borrowed fortune will guarantee you a good reincarnation. That is why even death fails to frighten you. Conveniently, I have something that can sever your stolen fortune."

As Wynter spoke, she threw a lucky token, letting a drop of blood form on her fingertip. Instantly, her Soul Commanding Badge morphed into a long sword.

Invisible to ordinary eyes, the blade emanated such powerful spiritual power that it left Leo gasping under its weight.

Every soul above and below ground trembled. In the depths of the underworld, spirits quaked as the sword's force rippled through. Even the underworld guards covered their ears as a shockwave of reverberation passed through. They exchanged a look-this weapon was no ordinary tool!

And it was no wonder. It was a sword powerful enough to sever the heavenly luck. Its energy resonated beyond the underworld. Even cultivators on Mt. Dragon could sense the unusual energy.

The crow perched on a nearby branch stared in the sword's direction for a few seconds before flying down to rest on Dalton's shoulder.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

But Judah, blind to the shifting forces around him, scoffed. To him, Wynter was merely bluffing. He laughed off the idea that Wynter could sever his fortune.

Those he had sacrificed had become a part of him the moment their blood was absorbed. He even felt they should feel honored to have contributed to his power.

However, in the next instant, Judah froze. A sharp, unseen force seemed to sever something above him, and he felt it acutely as several strands of his hair inexplicably fell.

But worse, he was confronted by a horrifying sight-women with severed limbs and hollow eyes stared at him, some even placing skeletal hands on his shoulder.

Judah's scream of terror pierced the room. He looked at Fredric's confused expression, then at Lucas' furrowed brow, realizing with horror that no one else could see them.

"Stay away!" Judah stumbled backward, throwing whatever he could reach. But it was useless-they were everywhere, surrounding him.

Panic finally broke through his arrogance, and he dropped to his knees. "I was wrong-I truly was wrong! The fortune I stole... I'll give it back!"

From Fredric's perspective, Judah appeared to be bowing frantically toward the mirror, talking to things no one else could see. Fredric couldn't help but glance toward Wynter. Had her talk about severing fortune truly done something?

"Don't cling to me! Stay away!" Judah's voice was raw, his hands clawing at his face in a frantic force. Anyone who saw him now would undoubtedly think he was possessed.

Frdric couldn't help the chill that ran down his spine. The sight was unsettling. He couldn't understand what Judah had seen, but Fredric had a hunch that it was definitely connected to the murders he had committed.

However, he clearly remembered that the medium had once said that the dead feared most the ones who took their lives.