The Million-Dollar Heart

The members of the Nine Mystics Society had already arrived, and Thomas, along with his crew, had broken free from the clutches of the dark-cloaked adversaries. The remaining foes were left to the capable hands of the Emerald Mountain's senior brothers.

Not far off, the sky darkened ominously as a group of dark-cloaked figures appeared once more, their sights set determinedly on Vivienne.

The Nine Mystics Society positioned themselves in a defensive formation, ready for both attack and defense.

Vivienne, however, was fixated on the looming crowd ahead.

There, amidst them, was her true target.

A wave of energy morphed into existence from the air, aiming straight for her vitals.

Percival, ever vigilant, wrapped an arm around Vivienne's waist and dodged the assault with ease.

A woman in red, her figure shrouded in mystery and her face hidden behind a veil, appeared before Vivienne. Despite the disguise, Vivienne recognized her instantly. "Abigail!"

Vivienne's voice was firm, leaving no room for retort.

The woman chuckled behind her hand, her voice dripping with seduction, "Vivienne, we finally meet."

Vivienne scoffed, "Haven't we already met before?"

Ignoring her, the woman in red flicked her crimson nails, signaling the dark-cloaked figures, "Her powers are beneath you. Capture her for me. I want her to watch as her loved ones perish before her eyes."

With that, an attack was launched at Percival.

Hearing this, Vivienne's expression darkened.

She had guessed right; Abigail's vendetta was against Mr. Wolf.

Following her command, a dark-cloaked figure aimed a vicious blow at Vivienne.

Vivienne raised her hand in a mere gesture, and the assailant's power dispersed into the air, rendered useless.

Shocked, a raspy voice emerged from beneath the mask, "Your powers exceed the fifth rank?"

Vivienne smirked, "Fifth rank? That was me half a year ago."

seclusion, her abilities had soared beyond the

mere fifth-rank power user was of no

had prepared for everyone upon receiving that

only to have his power extinguished

blow of full force

dark-cloaked figure was sent flying, blood spewing

him no second

be incapacitated by a single

and Abigail were locked

this formidable adversary who had eluded

Fair is fair.

tenth rank, Abigail's strength was indeed monstrous. A

back to the

hurrying to Percival's side, ready

woman's garments fluttered as she traced an arc in the air, her gaze lazily arrogant, "Overestimating

"Vivienne, be careful."

her to safety, though Vivienne felt the near miss on her

Suppression

must be due to her breaking through to the tenth rank," Percival wiped a trace of

was supposed to be their wedding day. To have their celebration

spark of intrigue, "Mr. Wolf, remember the move

rank, facing a barrier-breaker like Abigail

of fire and brimstone, could stop him from completing his marriage

curved, "Mr. Wolf, it's been a while

woman in red scoffed unabashedly at their resolve, "Thinking you can stop me? Neither of you will leave here

her gaze darkening as she flicked her

of her head, dismissing Vivienne's tactics as child's play, "Such naive tricks are a waste of my

of arrogant certainty, "Only with your death can I truly savor this divine feast bestowed upon me by the heavens."

he stood unyielding, "A person of limited talent dares to

face twisted in rage but quickly composed itself as she attacked with even greater ferocity, clearly

her obscured beauty and her natural aptitude for learning

strengths, she