Chapter 1866: Chapter 1866: You Dare to Cut
“Can’t beat you?”
The Emperor’s ntor sneered, unsheathing his sword directly: “Little girl, let’s have a fight and see! Back then, Julius Reed almost beat the crap out of . If you can’t beat , Julius Reed is nothing but a fraud!”
“And if I can beat you?”
Hiddy opened her hand, with a fla flickering in her palm. “If I can beat you, what do I get?”
She gazed at the Emperor’s ntor with her almond-shaped eyes, filled with interest.
In the presence of these two powerful figures, Isabella Warm and Ian Jorden dared not casually interrupt.
“Humph! Hiddy, you once aided the wicked and bullied us! When Pruitt Wilde resurrects, he’ll be out for revenge on you first!”
The Emperor’s ntor pointed at Hiddy, clearly trying to suppress his inner fury, but unable to control it.
“So what?” Hiddy’s smile remained confident. “He resurrects once, I kill him once! Resurrect again, I kill him again! I want to see, after exterminating his Ghost Martial Tribe, who else will help him resurrect.”
“Madwoman! You crazy woman!” The Emperor’s ntor shook his head, with bitterness: “You two are both insane! But I’ve heard, you still haven’t t him.”
“Old thing.” Hiddy snorted: “Locked away for thousands of years and learned to gossip?”
“You…” The ntor raised his sword, giving a brisk call: “Fight!”
“Are you sure you can beat ? Locked away for thousands of years, you’re still no match for .” Hiddy crossed her arms, eyes filled with disdain: “First take care of your Undead Tribe matters; being wrecked by juniors, what face do you have to rank among the Seventh Emperors?”
“You!”
ntioning the title made the ntor’s expression even more unpleasant.
Back then, he was never just a commoner!
Compared to soone like Pruitt Wilde, the ntor’s status was more prestigious!
Otherwise, why did the Emperor claim the title after overthrowing him?
Because the ntor, back in the day, was a ruler that commanded respect all around!
“Do you know why the Holy One refused to accept the title from the Western Emperor?” Hiddy seed to want to provoke him more, letting out a snicker.
“Because you were unworthy.”
“Hahaha.”
Even Isabella Warm beside them couldn’t bear to listen anymore.
No matter what, the ntor was undoubtedly a notable figure back then, and today is almost invincible!
Yet…
Such a grand figure, being ridiculed?
And repeatedly mocked?
This is too much.
Slapping him once is enough, yet both cheeks are swollen?
“Little girl, have you heard of this saying?” The ntor’s right hand trembled, the sword shimring with golden light. “Ginger grows hotter as it ages!”
“Really?” Facing the ntor on the brink of fury, Hiddy not only lacked any seriousness but mocked even more wantonly: “Old thing, you’ve beco obsolete. Let ask you this…”
“Have you heard of this saying?”
“No respect as elders grow!”
As soon as the words fell, Hiddy extended her hand to the sky!
A phoenix’s cry resounded!
In the sky, a fiery phoenix slowly ford, spiraling around her fingertip, soaring continuously.
“You…” The ntor pointed his other finger at Hiddy, clearly shocked.
“Still want to fight?” Hiddy’s face carried disdain, almost as if she never regarded the ntor highly from the start.
“We haven’t t in thousands of years; we’re all friends, why fight and kill like this?” The ntor sheathed his longsword, crossing his hands behind his back, seeming very much like a sage. “Why don’t we sit down and talk?”
Isabella Warm and Ian Jorden, who had initially stepped back, wanted to witness an epic showdown of ancient mighty beings.
But…
Is that all?
Isn’t it too… Unrefined?
“Are you worthy?” Hiddy retorted, seeming not to find anything inappropriate.
“Heh.” The ntor let out a cold laugh, turning to Isabella Warm and Ian Jorden: “Do we still have things to do?”
“Yes!”
Ian Jorden imdiately nodded: “Really urgent matters!”
“Take care of it first; the rest can wait.” The ntor nodded with satisfaction, striding ahead.
Ian Jorden carried Gerrit Harris, following closely.
After walking a considerable distance, Isabella Warm suddenly spoke: “What matter? How co I don’t know?”
“Oh, I rembered!” She suddenly realized: “The old senior wants to treat us to a al!”
“Indeed.” The ntor coughed, avoiding an awkward situation.
…
After the victory, the Black Pine League was engulfed in a joyous and harmonious atmosphere.
The Martial Arts Grandmasters gathered here on Boulevard, indulging in pleasures under Declan Marsh’s hospitality, carefreely.
However, the central path through Boulevard faced a complicated plight.
Han Caldwell and others, leading a fake Holy One, were stalled and unable to advance.
“West Tower’s skill far exceeds our imagination.”
Inside a spacious conference room, Emperor Charlotte Grey and others were troubled.
They had expected their group of elites to chop through obstacles effortlessly on their way to the Dusty Platform for a decisive duel with Cold Nelson.
Yet unexpectedly, they beca the slowest.
“If we can’t defeat the enemies ahead, we’ll find ourselves in a passive position. What Black Pine League, what clouds of elites! They’re all just a bunch of useless!”
Despite having only one hand, Han Caldwell angrily slamd the table!
His emotions were completely out of control!
The injury of Sutton further decreased their combat strength.
“What should we do? Launch a strong attack tomorrow? If we fail again, we could really…”
Bang!
Just then.
The door was kicked open.
Devlin entered with a grim face, carrying a long knife.
“Devlin? When did you return?” Emperor Charlotte Grey rose, smiling as he asked: “I was just going to ask you, how did you manage the Black Pine League matter so poorly?”
“He was betrayed.” Sutton, who had been silent, suddenly spoke: “An insider.”
“An insider? Who’s the insider?” Han Caldwell scanned everyone in the room: “This matter is known only to us. If there’s a traitor, it could only have co from our side.”
Devlin’s failure was expected.
Attempting to defect the Black Pine League, though not overly difficult, involves too many variables in a large alliance.
Now, after Sutton’s words, he realized things weren’t as straightforward.
“Devlin, failing is not a problem. But finding excuses like this is losing…”
Slash!
Before the words were finished.
Devlin swung his knife down!
It pierced into Emperor Charlotte Grey’s body!
“Emperor Charlotte Grey! You dare to harm from behind!” Devlin hollered in rage.
This knife was his concealed Break Sky Knife!
No one knew, except Lin Zhan.
But now, Devlin didn’t want to endure anymore, or maybe he felt he couldn’t wait to see the Emperor!
He revealed the knife.
“What are you doing!”
“Devlin!”
In almost an instant, everyone stood up!
Devlin wasn’t even sure if this Break Sky Knife was genuine.
His heart pounded!
In truth, from the mont he joined the Undead Tribe, Devlin changed.
“You dare stab !”
Emperor Charlotte Grey grasped the knife tightly with both hands, eyes full of anger.
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