Chapter 2: A Black Coffin Crashed the Wedding; a God of Slaughter Descended, and No One Could Stop Him

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At Seafrost International Hotel, inside its most luxurious ballroom. Nearly every tycoon and socialite in Seafrost gathered there for the wedding of the Hayde family's eldest daughter, Miley Hayde. The Hayde family ranked among Seafrost's Four Great Families, wielding overwhelming power. With the eldest Miss marrying, showing up was not optional. The ceremony had already begun under a thousand watching eyes. Miley wore a pristine white wedding dress. Her makeup was understated, her upkeep impeccable; she looked scarcely past thirty. Chin lifted like a swan, she walked arm in arm with a stern middle-aged man toward the stage. The man at her side was her father, current head of the Hayde family, Pierce Hayde. He placed his daughter's hand into the young groom's. Then Pierce Hayde took the microphone, swept his gaze over the gathered elite, and said, "Thank you all for coming to my precious daughter's wedding!" Blessings rose from the crowd. "Congratulations! Wishing you a lifetime of happiness! May you always be of one heart! May you be blessed with children soon!" Miley's smile, however, was tight and forced. Before long, the ceremony reached its most important moment: the exchange of rings. Just then- Bang! The ballroom doors exploded inward, kicked to splinters. An angry voice, heavy with killing intent, rolled in: "Miley Hayde, come out and die! I brought your coffin!" Before the owner of the voice appeared, a black coffin sailed into the hall and crashed to the floor with a thunderous bang. Silence fell. Faces went slack. Someone dared to send a coffin to a wedding. Madness. A death wish. Every head snapped toward the ruined doorway. A black-clad youth walked in at an unhurried pace. His features were striking, his expression hard, a wicked chill clinging to him. With each step, the bloodlust around him thickened, as if a god of slaughter had descended. Who was he? The same question pulsed through every mind. Miley stared at the sudden intruder, her face icing over as fury climbed her throat. Someone dared to ruin her wedding? He was begging to die. Pierce Looske fixed his gaze on the woman in the white dress. There was no question-that was Miley Hayde. He had grown up starved of a mother's love and treated Emmy Wimple as his own. And this venomous woman had tormented and humiliated his mother. If Pierce did not kill her, the rage in his chest would never cool. "Where'd this punk come from? Tired of living?!" a swaggering rich second-generation, standing close to Pierce, jeered. Before the words finished, Pierce's figure blurred. He ghosted forward and, without a word, drove a fist into the man's chest. The rich kid slammed into the wall, blood spraying from his mouth. His organs buckled. He shrieked, a raw, tearing sound, then went limp and passed out. The brutal scene turned faces white. A few would-be heroes who had been itching to step up hastily shrank back. Pierce Hayde's expression curdled. Someone dared wreck his daughter's wedding, staining this auspicious day with blood. His voice dropped to a dark growl. "Men, seize this cur!" A beat later, more than a dozen Hayde guards charged straight at Pierce. Bang! Ink-black spiritual light flared around Pierce. He punched out. A storm of phantom fists erupted, slamming into the guards' chests. Great bloody holes opened in ribcages. Blood gushed. Bodies thudded to the floor, life already gone. One punch, and more than a dozen Hayde guards lay dead. Horror washed the room. Faces drained. Some retched on the spot. Pierce Hayde glared daggers at the black-clad youth. Miley's face tightened as well, though something about him nagged at her, a familiar edge she could not place. "Who are you?" she demanded. Pierce's eyes were glacial as he locked onto Miley. "What did my mother ever do to you that you would humiliate her like that?" Miley blinked, then took a longer look. Recognition snapped into place. "I remember. You're the useless adopted son of that bitch, Emmy Wimple. I didn't expect you were still alive." The cold in Pierce's gaze turned lethal. She had insulted his mother again. In his heart, her death was already sealed. He didn't waste breath. He moved for Miley. "Ghost Bear!" Pierce Hayde barked. A hulking figure, over two meters tall, burst forward and blocked Pierce's path. Killing intent poured off him. He bared a chilling grin. "Don't be reckless, kid. The Hayde family is not something you can afford to offend." A ripple of alarm spread through the guests. "That's Ghost Bear-one of Chiton's top ten most-wanted." "I heard he's a murder fiend, brutal beyond belief. Wiped out whole families. Hundreds dead by his hands." "I've seen his wanted poster. That's him." "Who would've thought a top fugitive works for the Hayde family. No wonder the Chiton Security Bureau can't catch him with the Haydes sheltering him." "Ghost Bear," Pierce Hayde ordered, "don't kill him. Cripple him." "Sure." Ghost Bear's grin deepened, pure malice in his eyes. "Haven't stretched in a while. My fists are itching." He launched a punch. His cauldron-sized fist split the air with a shrill whistle. If it landed, it would cripple, if not kill. Just as everyone braced for Pierce to be crushed- Pierce simply lifted his slightly slender arm and met the blow with his palm. Bang. Crack. As he caught the fist, his fingers tightened. Bones snapped like twigs. Before Ghost Bear could recoil, Pierce shook off the ruined hand and answered with a single palm strike. A savage palm shadow slammed into Ghost Bear's chest. Pfft. Blood sprayed. The barrel chest caved in. Shattered ribs speared inward. A blood-slick rib burst out through Ghost Bear's back. The sight curdled stomachs. Ghost Bear's eyes bulged. He stared at Pierce in disbelief, but no words came. He toppled slowly as the last of his life drained away. One of Chiton's top ten most-wanted, the butcher called Ghost Bear, a man with hundreds of lives on his hands-slain in a single move by the mysterious youth before them. If they had not seen it with their own eyes, none would have believed it. The room stood stunned. While everyone gaped, Pierce's figure flickered like a wraith and appeared before Miley. He seized her by the throat, flung her down, then planted his boot on her head. Her skull cracked against the floor, blood blooming at once. She screamed. "Stop!" Pierce Hayde shouted, charging at Pierce in a desperate rush. Pierce backhanded him across the face. The family head pinwheeled away and crashed down. Half his face swelled at once. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. His dignity as patriarch lay in ruins. Miley twisted, rage contorting her features. "Bastard, if you've got the guts, kill me! Otherwise I'll make you and your mother wish you were dead!" Pierce pressed down harder, grinding her face into a mess of blood and flesh. The other tycoons sucked in sharp breaths. Scalps prickled. They could only think: What kind of god of slaughter was this? How terrifying. A deep, resonant voice rolled through the ballroom. "Young man, don't be so rash. Hot blood in youth is not always a virtue."

Chapter 2: A Black Coffin Crashed the Wedding; a God of Slaughter Descended, and No One Could Stop Him

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