John Jones
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6
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The downpouring of the rain was still ongoing even when the day had gone by. The sun was in a contending battle against the thick black clouds but it had no sign of winning. The sea was raging but the festive of the banquet was about to begin soon. In the throne room, the broken ceiling was already fixed spotless. There was not a sign of debris or even dust on the clean floor below. The single throne that was the center of attention didn't lose its splendor against the uniquely set clean tables that…
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The weathering storm outside was full of thunder and lightning with rude gales of wind brooming the sea into raging waves. The ice inside the glass melted slowly before hitting the glass with a click as the opened book flipped another page. The young man was sleeping on top of the bed alone. The blanket had embraced him to bring the much warmth that he needed, but the smile that was on his face was no more. His neutral face seemed unfazed and the quality of sleep he was getting didn't diminish even…
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Sophia was taken back by her sudden suggestion. The charming woman was educated through and through but she would have never thought to invite the possible enemies into her own home. There was a limit to being brave and she had no idea if this was over it or not. "Aunty Pris, are you sure this is a good idea?" "Of course it is, tell them to come tomorrow in haste. My personal invitation, I'm sure they won't refuse or do they want me to enter the battle of inheritance?" Of course, she was joking about…
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The big salamander and the little black wolf stood no chance against the group of powerful maids. They were all tied up like some burglar to one of the pillars in the throne room. All the maids crossed their arms as they glared at them both. Fenrir had his head hung down low for the last attempt in trying to appease the begrudged maids before Bernadeta stood forward from the group. As the leader of the maids, she must take control of the unique situations but unlike the rest of them, she was all smiles…
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Ayumu was about to approach the flying old man that burst through the metal gate. Anyone with half a brain knew that the Treas wouldn't make the gate to the castle out of some junk secondhand steel. The power that could destroy that must be devastating, however, she was more concerned about the one that could make Emperor Jin flew like that. "Go..." "Eh?" Ayumu didn't even manage to reach the vicinity of his eyes before the latter raised his arm and shooed her away with a gesture. The 'old man' had his…
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Emperor Jin made no waste as he haste toward the castle. He didn't have any race but the trace of someone that he knew, long he had not embraced. However, his face was not all smile as the wind graced. Under the onlookers' eyes, he made it toward the castle in no time, especially since he didn't bring any additional weights. "Achoo!" Ayumu suddenly sneezed out of nowhere. Her nose was slightly runny, it seemed like the extreme change in the atmosphere from the other plane had finally caught up to her. …
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The sect leaders turned grim except for the old patriarch who shook his head in denial. He couldn't believe that a young man whose cultivation level was at the same as the empress could be called emperor not because the latter inherited the title. "It must have been a different person!" The old patriarch strongly denied. He refused to believe such a thing but the middle-aged man gave him a glare instead, "It's not about you, believe it or not, it's about preparation. Did you forget who came back here…
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The old patriarch and the other sect leaders from various clans or schools had gathered at a round table. All of their faces turned bitter at the failure of engaging the enemy. The sudden development and the appearance of the Avalanche Fist ruined their initial plan. None of them was convinced enough to dare lose a limb against Emperor Jin. However, the old emperor was the one with the incredible loss. He would have expected his son to win the throne easily thus when the ceremony was held, the attack…
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Cecile's mother let out a sigh before she pinched the nose between her eyes. She couldn't believe what she was saying and the blood on her daughter's mouth was visible even for normal people with sore eyes. She lightly opened her eyes before trying to take it in. She knew her daughter was not joking from those auburn eyes of her. She was not the type to act like a kid either. Cecile slightly chuckled as she saw her mother's opinion. She knew the news would surprise even her. There was no way that she…
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Not thwarted by the grand scale invasion that almost happened, the beauty with auburn hair and tall figure carried her beloved without fail. With the blood still adorned her lips and his, she smiled as she could see an island with a single castle protruding to the sky. Her eyebrows furrowed as she glanced down and put a halt right above the Center City. She was hovering over the city only to see an empty street and dead air. Only the clouds and gale of the wind were present. Though there was not a…
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