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."

she spent in seclusion, her abilities

fifth-rank power user was of no

with the Spirit Suppression Pill she had prepared for everyone upon receiving that message,

have his power extinguished

of full force from the

sent flying, blood spewing

him no second

by a single blow was somewhat

and Abigail were locked in intense

turned her full attention to this formidable adversary who had eluded her for

Fair is fair.

Wolf, whose powers neared the tenth rank, Abigail's strength was

been intrigued to bring her back to

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."

though Vivienne felt the near

frowned, "The Spirit Suppression

rank," Percival wiped a trace of blood from his lip,

wedding day. To have their celebration interrupted was

spark of intrigue, "Mr.

gaze narrowed, quickly catching onto Vivienne's plan. Though he had reached the heights of the tenth rank, facing a barrier-breaker like Abigail required endurance. But with Vivienne by

not even a barrage of bombs or a path of fire and brimstone,

Wolf, it's been a while since we

resolve, "Thinking you can

gaze darkening as she flicked her fingertips, sending a flurry

head, dismissing Vivienne's tactics as

strike at Percival, her 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 merciless

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

she attacked with even greater ferocity, clearly agitated, "What does

obscured beauty and her natural aptitude for

strengths, she couldn't