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 seventh

was of no

everyone upon receiving that message, the outcome of today's battle

assailant attacked again, only to have

a blow of

was sent flying, blood

spared him no

incapacitated by a single blow

Percival and Abigail were

formidable adversary who

Fair is fair.

powers neared the tenth rank,

intrigued to bring her back

waves intensified suddenly. Vivienne squinted, hurrying to Percival's side,

an arc in the

"Vivienne, be careful."

Percival who pulled her to safety, though Vivienne

frowned, "The Spirit Suppression Pill has lost its

tenth rank," Percival wiped a trace of blood

to be their wedding day.

with a spark of intrigue, "Mr. Wolf, remember the

heights of the tenth rank, facing a barrier-breaker like Abigail required endurance. But with Vivienne by his

a path of fire and brimstone, could stop him from

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

you can stop

her gaze darkening as she flicked her fingertips, sending

a mere tilt of her head, dismissing Vivienne's tactics

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

unyielding, "A person of limited talent

composed itself as she attacked with even greater ferocity, clearly agitated, "What does it matter? Once

insecurities were her obscured beauty and her natural aptitude

it not been for her method of absorbing others' strengths, she couldn't have even