Lilly remained trapped, feeling the oppressive aura enveloping her body, sticking to her like being submerged in a suffocating lake. She struggled relentlessly, yet still could not break free. Her chest tightened, and it felt as if it would burst.

Disappointment surged within her heart—ah, she still was not strong enough.

She was not powerful enough…

“Lilly!”

“Lilly!”

In that moment, Pablo and the cowardly one rushed over in desperation.

Pablo regretted his previous belief that he could protect Lilly well. Now, the King of Cities’ sword was perilously close to Lilly’s hair, and Blake remained motionless.

It seemed as though he was held in place by the King of Cities’ pressure.

Pressure was the aura that an emperor or a king like the King of Cities possessed. While pressure was not the same as strength, if the gap in power was too vast, pressure could immobilize an opponent and, in severe cases, even crush them with its force.

If he knew that Blake was Emperor Prosper, he shouldn’t have been so confident, let alone trust him!

Lilly… Lilly!

Pablo could not reach her in time, his eyes turned red.

But in the next instant, a sudden change occurred.

Lilly abruptly seized the blade of the King of Cities’ sword with her hand, following its trajectory!

Her gaze turned cold and resolute as she instantaneously closed the distance between herself and the King of Cities. She raised her small, fair hand and delivered three resounding slaps to the King of Cities.

“Take that!” The voice of the young child resounded.

“Slap! Slap! Slap!”

The King of Cities stood there in a state of disbelief.

Pablo and the others were equally stunned.

recall the

Breaking Slash…

Take that…

echoed in his

mix of excitement and pride on her

gave her

with joy, placing her hands on her

Daddy here

stained the corner of Lilly’s mouth, but she casually wiped it away,

good, this punching bag is

King of Cities: “?”

stared at the sword in his hand in

of Cities, is this a real

“Of course… It’s definitely a

hundred years meticulously searching for treasures made of rare

moment, a snickering sound could be heard

not help

hear correctly? Did the

bride’s shoulder, laughing so hard that he couldn’t stand up straight. “That’s right, that’s right! You

of Cities was instantly

“How dare you!”

dare they laugh at their

petty, particularly when it came to bearing disrespect from the ghosts beneath him. Thus, he swiftly turned

“Die!”

of the harem spirit and the bridal ghost

resounding voice

“Eighty!”

a purple-golden hue, descended with overwhelming force, crashing down heavily

sword was sent flying out of his grasp, landing with a loud

that the next strike of the sledgehammer would

pant heavily.

energy that had been “accumulating” in her elixir

possessed the ability to wield the purple

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