Cherished By Seven Sisters by Melvin Houle

Chapter 875 Killian Versus Emrys

The more irritable Killian became, the more ferocious his wild sword technique grew.

Meanwhile, Emrys seemed much calmer in contrast. He stood there in silence, his face hidden behind a mask, making it impossible to discern his expression. All that was known was the cold indifference in his eyes and his composure, undoubtedly due to his confidence.

Killian simply couldn’t understand where Emrys’s confidence came from, seeing that the latter was a good–for–nothing who had just managed to break through the Foundation Stage. Emrys‘ calm demeanor only served to fuel his growing anger.

“Stop putting on an act and drop dead!” With a mighty roar, Killian suddenly lunged forward.

The broadsword he carried on his shoulder swept out in an instant, and the clear, distinct sound of the heavy blade slicing through the air, causing it to explode with a thunderous boom, could be heard.

He played his trump card right off the bat. It seems like he was genuinely furious at that time, and it was uncertain to him how many moves the Sword King inheritor could muster against him.

The people around were all astounded as they watched.

A sudden pang of dread seized Ruben’s heart. He had suspected that Killian would likely strike hard, but he hadn’t anticipated the ferocity of Killian’s attack. Killian had acted so swiftly and ruthlessly that he didn’t give Emrys any chance to prepare.

any moment, but a glance at Caden, who was on high alert against him, inevitably made his expression grow a bit

Bang! Bang! Bang!

swung it wildly, creating a whirlwind of energy around him. Each step he took made the ground tremble beneath him. The sheer power he exuded was terrifyingly intense.

level sword energy, sweeping outward. Finally,

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Boom!

shattered, transforming into countless terrifying whirlwinds. Those winds wildly whipped up

did not dodge, Killian let out a sinister,

moment, his figure pierced through the fierce whirlwind. His sword, filled with murderous intent,

others was to wield his heavy sword with overwhelming force

mercy. His wild strength was entirely channeled into his heavy sword. He was certain that that strike

The color drained from Ruben’s face in an instant. Who comes

essence, and Ruben seized the opportunity to make his move.

two forces, not a bit weaker than his own, shot through from two different directions, locking

why the rush? Don’t you have any faith in the inheritor of Sword King?” Caden’s slightly