The Wolf’s Bride by Coffee’s Tea

Chapter 185

The old man was scrawny and short. He had deep wrinkles on his face and caved in eyebags that somehow flashed wickedly from time to time. His stare was similar to that of a viper.

More importantly, his fingernails were maroon in color, extending long and sharp. It resembled the claws of a hawk who had just crushed its prey. It was frightening to look at.

Elder Nevermore, you’re here just in time! Kill this man for me!”

Cain was delighted by the old man’s arrival. He pointed at Andrius and commanded the old man to kill

him.

“Young Master Crestfall, a piece of cake.”

The old man cupped his fists at Cain before he headed to Andrius. He said as he walked closer, “Kid, I am Ulysse Nevermore, a pseudo–martial artist.”

He sounded proud and his gaze at Andrius was full of disdain. 1 cultivated the Nine Yin Skeleton Claws, and I have mastered it to perfection.”

Then, he swung his hands in the air.

Swoosh!

Clank!

Powerful qi energy blasted forward.

The tea table beside him was shredded to pieces and fell to the ground.

This is great! Elder Nevermore is indeed powerful!” Cain cried his praises when he saw Ulysse’s attacks. With Ulysse on his side, he was not afraid of Andrius.

He could kill Andrius right here, right now.

Ulysse grinned and sneered, “Up until now, my claws have crushed 399 people’s skulls and 421 people’s hearts, and also eliminated eight families from the face of the earth! All because of my Nine Yin Skeleton Claws!”

The delight and pride on his face were obvious. They were the achievements and glory that he had accumulated over the years.

“If you know who you are dealing with, you should kneel down and kowtow a hundred times to me and Young Master Crestfall. I maybe can grant you a quick death. If not…”

strangely again. The meaning

with all the talking. He grunted coldly and said.” Old man, since your hands

his words subsided, Andrius darted towards Ulysse. He lifted his leg

furious. He roared, “Punk, your arrogance is useless here! I will rip you to

grab with

he could get a hold of Andrius‘ leg, he could very well rip

a flash. It felt

a mountain

Bang!

away, crashing onto the wall behind him. Blood gushed from his mouth

him. He extended his left

right hand grabbed one of Ulysse’s fingers and snapped

Crack!

finger was broken on the

Crack!

Crack!

broken fingers sounded

five of Ulysse’s

fingers were crooked, bruised, and bled profusely. It was gory to

profusely. His eyes rolled back, and he almost passed out on the

“Aaargh!”

screams echoed across the suite. He finally knew it was a mistake messing with Andrius and that it was suicidal trying to take

“Spare me!”

afraid. One misstep and he might die on

to beg and plead for his life. “S–sir, please spare me life! I–I was wrong. I won’t do it again! I will do whatever

the mental horror tormented him, causing him to stammer continuously. He could

too late for you to beg

Andrius grabbed his–other hand

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

down one’s spine,

plead, but the pain drowned him, so he could only