Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 1850

Immanuel’s lips cured into a bold, define smile. ‘Parhops But how can one ever be certain without venturing forth? A sout who has embraced his chosen path–no matter how perilous, tempestuous, or drenched in blood and flare–will never cast a glance back with regret

“Such arrogance!”

Freya’s patience snapped. With a sharp, icy command, she declared, “Then, you shall perish!”

Swoosh–in a flash, a torrent of searing flames erupted from her outstretched hand, surging toward Emmanuel with the wrath of a dragon.

Unfazed, Emmanuel propelled himself skyward with a powerful push off the red carpet, hurtling directly toward Her Majesty with unwavering resolve.

The flames surged and swirled, blocking Freya’s sight and offering him a brief moment of daring.

As the flames receded from the red carpet, Emmanuel’s gaze fixed onto hers with a penetrating intensity, as if probing her very soul. His unwavering stance and formidable presence exuded a chilling aura, capable of striking fear into even the bravest of hearts,

in my comrades, till death do us part!” Emmanuel declared, his voice

was caught off guard and forced into a direct clash. Her palms suddenly grew numb from the

endure the force of the most powerful and relentless palm technique, and Freya was no exception.

was relentless, his attacks coming one after another, each wave of force crashing over the last with unrelenting pressure, frey

with the Dragon Hold Technique, pinning her down and gripping her throat with one hand,

“Heh…”

cheeks flushed a faint red, but she made no move to resist. Her eyes, dark as the abyss,

going to such lengths to deal with a vulnerable

woman?” Emmanuel’s smile hardened into a

lives have you snuffed out? How many lives

smile, though a shiver ran through her, “Heh, l appreciate

anger in check, his voice icy as he asked, “AS Hattie’s mother, you get one last

the time for them!” Freya’s cold laugh echoed through the chamber. “Shall we take a moment to

trust them! They will win,