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,

have unwavering faith in my comrades, till death do us part!” Emmanuel declared, his voice steady as he unleashed the Dragon–Breaking

caught off guard and forced into

the force of the most powerful and relentless palm technique, and

one after another, each wave of force crashing over the last with unrelenting pressure, frey gritted her sliver teeth in bottle of techniques, how could a more stand against the Northern Perfon War

pinning her down and gripping her throat with one hand, in the next heartbeat, he brought both hands into

“Heh…”

a faint red, but she made no move to resist. Her eyes, dark as the abyss, glinted with a cold mockery as she regarded

such lengths to deal with a vulnerable

vulnerable woman?” Emmanuel’s smile hardened into a scornful

How many lives have you snuffed out? How many lives have been lost in your dungeons? You’re more cruel than the

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

check, his voice icy as he asked, “AS Hattie’s

of course I do, but now is not the time for them!” Freya’s cold laugh echoed through the chamber. “Shall

“I trust them!