Cherished By Seven Sisters by Melvin Houle

Chapter 692 Is Emrys Dead?

Furthermore, despite being expelled from his sect, Emrys dared to provoke Rodney, an action that would seal his fate and prevent any escape from death’s clutches.

The punishment given to Emrys seemed to be fair, a result of Sylvia’s overly generous nature. Some considered these shameless, despicable, and brainless braggarts unworthy of sympathy.

Sylvia let out a sigh of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders.

“But it’s far from over.”

Initially, many members of the Crimson Sun Sect, including Sylvia and Hollie, believed that Rodney’s strike had instantly killed Emrys.

However, Ameera had a different perspective. Her brows furrowed deeply, revealing her inner turmoil.

Almost instinctively, her gaze shifted upward, and her pupils constricted suddenly in surprise.

It wasn’t just Ameera; even Quincey, who was well aware of Emrys’s terrifying prowess, raised his head to look toward a spot several tens of meters above Rodney’s head..

There, a figure descended from the sky with astonishing speed.

“Apologize!” a commanding and domineering voice resonated.

Rodney quickly raised his golden palm, infused with a terrifying life energy, to strike upward in response. He sensed a looming danger, a primal instinct tingling within him.

Boom!

transforming into a streak of flowing light, and directly struck

Buzz!

deafening buzz resonated as the collision of life energy seemed to ripple through the fabric of space,

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of the impact descending a considerable distance before finally stabilizing The entire

rapidly descending figure was none other

Baldy isn’t dead?

everyone stood bewildered, realizing that what Rodney had torn apart earlier

form had already descended upon Rodney.

agility! Sylvia, can you determine the level of martial arts skill that baldy is showcasing

from her surprise, shook her head. “I couldn’t even

delved deeply into various martial arts skills and techniques. Sylvia, a prodigious talent, had an

gauge someone’s martial arts skills with a

Emrys‘ display. Sylvia found herself utterly perplexed. It was too swift, almost absurdly so.

arts skill. It seems that

her voice holding a tone of deep revelation. “Because he

like a thunderbolt, shaking them to their core. Their faces were etched with astonishment as

relied solely on the prowess of

in Ameera’s eyes, resembling ice that had remained unchanged through the ages. She

began to take shape–Emrys had indeed refrained from using any martial