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,

comrades, till death do us part!” Emmanuel declared, his voice steady as he unleashed

off guard and forced into a direct

could endure the force of the most powerful and relentless palm technique, and Freya was no exception. She staggered backward, struggling to

Emmanuel was relentless, his attacks coming 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

fought to fend off his relentless onslaught, Emmanuel seized his opportunity with the Dragon Hold Technique, pinning her down and gripping her throat with one hand, in the next heartbeat, he brought both hands into play, securing her with an iron grip that left no

“Heh…”

to resist. Her eyes, dark as the abyss, glinted with a cold mockery

such lengths to deal with a

smile hardened into a

thousands for decades! How many lives have you snuffed out? How many

proud smile, though a shiver

anger in check, his voice icy as he asked, “AS Hattie’s mother, you get one last chance–do you have anything to

for them!” Freya’s cold laugh echoed through the chamber. “Shall

trust them! They will win, no