John Jones
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Chapter 884: Lost Limbs Selena furrowed her brows before darting her glance from the six-winged Seraphim Cultivator toward the direction in which Cecile and the rest had come forward. “Zelena,” Selena called out. “No need to hide from me, you know you can’t hide, and who are the other three?” Zelena revealed herself inside Selena’s peripheral vision before the others came out. Her dark eyes were a contrast against her sister’s ocean-blue ones. She kept her sword by her side, holding it…
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Chapter 883: You Will Play an Important Role Hazelnut haze occasionally swam around Selena’s figure as she stood on top of the squirming being from Paradise itself. Her eyes were sharper than daggers as she looked down at the Seraphim Cultivator that couldn’t even afford to cough out blood. His eyes were bloodshot. He was stronger than him on every paper yet he was the one on the ground. He could feel his ribs pricking and his thumping heart as a few of his blood vessels burst out through his…
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Chapter 882: Moon Hare Art: Lunar’s Supremacy The Seraphim Cultivator’s had his throat choked by his own words. His eyes trembled as he saw the fissure that spans over a thousand kilometers away. His hands tremored as his heart crashed against his ribs furiously. His thoughts jumbled over the fact that he had to dodge an incoming attack that he couldn’t see at all. ( What was that?! I can’t see it coming at all, was that really a sword intent? No, that’s impossible! Even the mastery of the way…
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Chapter 881: Void Art: Abyss Cleave Lyon’s eyebrows rose as his eyes widened simultaneously. The breath inside his lung was pulled out of him before he could grin. His goosebumps were electrified as every cell inside his body was brimming with excitement despite the scream and wail of pain from the Seraphim Cultivator in front of him. Lyon’s pupils shimmered before his hair fluttered wildly as an invisible object zipped the air beside his cheek. Like a silent bullet being shot by a highly skilled…
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Chapter 880: Well, My Wife is Here “That idiot,” Lumina gritted her teeth with her brows furrowed. She crossed her arms before snorting. “What? I think that it’s sweet when he did that,” Kesya chipped in, “Also, he often did it in the past, so you better be prepared, he might yell out your name in the near future.” Kesya chuckled. “That’s not the point,” Lumina leered at her. “He is not in a situation to be stupid, remember the being that you sniffed out, the Seraphim…
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Lyon had his eyes on the horizon where he could see the twin towers that Zelena had talked about prior. The spring of the meadow danced in his nostrils as the pain from the last encounter vanished. He didn’t defeat the obnoxious Seraphim Cultivator, there was no need to. His priority lay straight on the woman that gave him his first kiss in this crazy world. “Selena,” Lyon grinned as he fastened his pace. … “That bastard!” the Seraphim unleashed a slight mana burst before turning around…
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The figure frowned as he looked at Lyon’s current form. He suddenly found himself in a one versus four situation, despite having three pairs of wings to show off against the mortal. “What’s wrong? You seem to be a bit intimidated by this,” Lyon smirked. “Hm?! Don’t be ridiculous! Do you think your form can intimidate the likes of me? Looks like you mortals really forgot the courtesy against that of a higher being!” “A higher being?” Lyon rubbed the canal of his ear with a finger…
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Farash’s eyes wide opened. Her nose could only draw in a cold breath as she saw him advancing solo into the dangerous side of the continent. She couldn’t stop him or keep up with him. The man was enthralled entirely. “Hey! Lyon!” Zelena shouted before she looked at the second-in-command of the group. “Aren’t you going to follow him?” Cecile smirked. “We are following him, just not at the same rivaling speed.” Zelena frowned, “He is going to the center of a dangerous area.”…
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Soon the party saw the beasts accumulating more and more as they traversed deeper. However, they pose no threat to them as they become nothing but corpses. The weaker ones saw the powerful ones fall, thus they fled in fear for their life. Farash had her eyes wide opened and refrained from seeing a word. She had never seen anyone capable of taking down Behemoths without breaking a sweat, all the while, solo. The group far exceeded what the entire Myriad Devils encompassed. However, her eyes were on the…
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The hustle and bustle of the streets in Myriad Devils still surrounded what happened yesterday. The near-doom that they experienced would be foretold over and over but all of them paused whatever they were doing. All heads turned one by one as their ears heard a walk from a group. Their eyes widened as they saw who they were and some started to make way for the group. No words were spoken, as they unknowingly braced their chest up as if saluting them. A party that far surpassed the likelihood of the…
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