Cherished By Seven Sisters by Melvin Houle

Chapter 874 Mad Dog

Previously, Peter showcased his master level sword energy, leading everyone to believe that he was the one who had obtained Sword King’s inheritance.

However, just a moment ago, after observing Ruben’s attitude toward Emrys, everyone began to doubt,

Their previous assumptions might have been wrong. Perhaps the madman wearing a strange mask named Tigger was the true inheritor.

At that moment, they finally received his personal admission.

What left everyone perplexed was that Emrys was actually berating himself as a loser, plunging the entire crowd into a moment of stunned silence.

Emrys offered no explanation, and after uttering those words, he abruptly turned around, his gaze piercing toward Killian in the distance. He bellowed, “You mad dog! Weren’t you eager for a fight? Well, get over here now!”

Mad dog? The disciples of the Sword Sects couldn’t help but shudder, their faces revealing a color of sheer terror. How dare you call Killian a mad dog! I think you’re the mad one!

Never before had Killian been so insulted. What he couldn’t stand the most was someone acting more outrageous than him. Immediately, a glint of cold, menacing light flashed in his

eyes. His fiery red hair seemed to sense his anger, wildly flaring up in response.

Since you’re so eager to meet your end, I’ll grant your wish!” Dragging his heavy sword, Killian strode toward Emrys with a fierce glint in his

surrounding disciples of the Sword Sect, “All of you, get the hell away from

rage. No one dared to provoke

in the middle had been cleared

strategically, ready to intervene in the competition between the

to be defeated, he would do everything in his power

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with restraining Ruben from both sides, providing Killian with ample

to avenge Peter by killing Killian. Meanwhile, in secret, Devon was instructing

intent. Deciding

previously resting on the

was fierce, his expression

though seemingly friendly, was actually fraught with deadly intent. It was inevitable that one side would meet a brutal end, and it was highly likely that the one who

trash. I had initially planned to give you a chance to redeem yourself, but now I’m not in the mood. It’s too late for any regrets!” As

a move yet, but his ferocious aura was already palpable, like a machine wheel set in

Sword Sects, standing opposite Killian and watching the battle, felt a tightness in their chests, and their breaths