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,

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

skills were no match for Emmanuel’s power; she was caught off guard and

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

last with unrelenting pressure, frey gritted her sliver teeth in bottle of techniques, how could a

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

“Heh…”

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

such lengths to deal with a vulnerable

smile

decades! 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,

“AS Hattie’s mother, you get one last chance–do you have anything to say before

do, but now is not the time for them!” Freya’s cold laugh

resolute. “I trust them! They will