Perfect Villain Life: Universal Job Change

Chapter 288: Can’t Hold It In Anymore

Suddenly, the massive doors slowly opened.

An elderly man with silver-white hair strode into the grand hall. Though aged, he radiated an aura of vitality and power. Clad in silver battle armor, his presence was imposing, his sharp gaze piercing and commanding. Just a glance from him was enough to make hearts tremble.

The moment he appeared, many of the attendees instinctively rose to their feet, their expressions filled with respect—and fear.

This was none other than the true leader of the Saint Spear Family:

Modric.

A living legend of Hydra World, Modric had long since retreated from public life, but his deeds still echoed through history.

Many of the people in this very hall had lived during his prime, or had at least grown up hearing stories of his exploits. For them, the man was a symbol of an era—and a force to be reckoned with.

“Lord Modric, you’re here!”

Greetings echoed through the hall one after another.

Qin Xian narrowed his eyes slightly, watching the old man with a calm, unreadable expression and the ever-present smile on his face.

But Modric’s expression was cold and severe. From the moment he stepped into the hall, his gaze had locked onto Qin Xian—sharp, murderous, and ice-cold.

Everyone instantly understood.

He was here for Qin Xian. After all, it was Qin Xian who had killed Zahl, the most favored descendant of the Saint Spear Family.

Zahl’s status hadn’t been so prominent simply because he was part of the direct bloodline of the family—after all, a house as ancient as the Saint Spear Clan had hundreds of direct descendants.

No, Zahl had stood out because he was Modric’s favorite. In temperament and arrogance, Zahl had once been described as a reflection of Modric in his youth.

The news of Zahl’s death at Qin Xian’s hands had already spread throughout Hydra. On the surface, the Saint Spear Family seemed to have accepted it—especially after Rosha’s personal intervention to defuse the conflict.

But now, with Modric personally stepping into the hall, it was clear—he wasn’t here to let it go.

Even Rosha’s brows furrowed slightly. While his authority was unrivaled, Modric’s seniority and reputation stretched back to the very beginning of the Void invasion. He had been one of the first to take up arms against the Void, a hero of the old guard. Of all his peers, few remained alive.

His influence was enormous, and even greater than that of Emperor Caesar in certain circles.

“Lord Rosha, please forgive this old man for arriving late,” Modric said. Though his voice bore the weight of centuries, it was neither frail nor tired. It rang clear and strong.

Rosha smiled politely, knowing he needed the Saint Spear Family’s support if Hydra hoped to take the offensive.

“Your journey from the Dragon Isles is a long one, Modric. It’s perfectly understandable.”

“Hahaha…” Modric laughed, then said meaningfully, “Distance means little to me these days. The reason I’m late… is because I was overseeing Zahl’s funeral on the Dragon Isles.”

The room instantly turned heavy. Many cast side-glances toward Qin Xian.

Because the one who’d killed Zahl…

Was right here.

Modric had brought the elephant back into the room with those simple words—and it was clear to everyone that he hadn’t come just for the meeting.

Rosha’s heart sank slightly. He had worked hard to balance the political tension after Zahl’s death. Qin Xian had become a critical pillar in the coming war. Losing him—or letting this conflict spiral—could throw all his plans into chaos.

He leaned forward slightly and whispered, “Lord Modric, about that matter…”

But Modric waved his hand and interrupted with a smile that chilled the room. “You misunderstand, Lord Rosha. Zahl died because his strength was lacking. He was simply outmatched. Dead is dead. The Saint Spear Family knows when to let go.”

A glacial silence fell over the grand hall.

Those who knew Modric well understood one thing clearly:

The calmer he looked, the more furious he truly was.

With his eyes still locked on Qin Xian, Modric said, “So this is the one who killed my disappointing grandson—Lord Soren, is it?”

Everyone’s eyes turned to Qin Xian, some with worry, others with curiosity, and a few with undisguised schadenfreude.

But Qin Xian’s face remained calm, serene—his signature smile as enigmatic as ever.

Then, with a faint smirk and a flicker of ridicule in his eyes, he replied,

“Yes, I’m Soren.” He shrugged. “So the brat I casually killed was your grandson? He really was useless. I didn’t even want to bother with him, but he just kept asking to die—so I obliged.”

Silence.

Even Rosha couldn’t keep a straight face anymore.

No one—not even the boldest—had ever dared speak to the Saint Spear Family like this.

Let alone to Modric.

But the terrifying part was…

Qin Xian had the strength and status to back it up.

No one could argue he was out of line. From his power to his influence, he had every right to dismiss the Saint Spear Family.

The mask on Modric’s face finally cracked. His smile disappeared, and all that remained was raw fury.

And behind it—

A murderous intent so sharp, it nearly suffocated the room.

The old lion could no longer hold back.