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."

her abilities had soared beyond the seventh

user was of no concern

had prepared for everyone upon receiving that message, the outcome

the assailant attacked again, only to have his power extinguished mid-transformation by

a blow of full force from

was sent flying, blood spewing from his

spared him no second

by a single blow

Percival and Abigail were locked

attention to this formidable adversary

Fair is fair.

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

would have been intrigued to bring her back to

Vivienne squinted, hurrying to

fluttered as she traced an arc

"Vivienne, be careful."

to safety, though Vivienne felt

Spirit Suppression

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

wedding day. To have their celebration interrupted was

of

the tenth rank, facing a barrier-breaker

of fire and brimstone, could stop him

"Mr. Wolf, it's been a while since we fought

you can stop me? Neither of you

her, her gaze darkening as she flicked her fingertips, sending

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

tone full of arrogant certainty, "Only with your death can I truly savor this divine feast bestowed upon me by the heavens." Percival's eyes glinted with a

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

face twisted in rage but quickly composed itself as she attacked with even greater ferocity, clearly agitated, "What does it matter? Once you're dead, your powers

her obscured beauty and her natural aptitude

method of absorbing others' strengths, she couldn't have even dreamt of