Chapter 0407

The nine Grandmasters…came at last.

In the Saunders‘ living room, Blaine’s body tensed, his eyes darting from the shattered gate to Roslyn’s ghostly pale face. Despair washed over him.

It was too late.

The Saunders family had just caught wind of an impending attack by the three major families. Before they could even think of escaping, the nine Grandmasters struck. They descended like a silent storm in the night, leaving no room for the Saunders to run.

Their intent was clear: total annihilation, without a shred of mercy.

If they did not surrender Roslyn, the Saunders family would face their end.

“Mark.”

Upstairs in the villa, Roslyn’s grandfather, the former head of the Saunders family known as

Cingen, made his way down the staircase, his voice as grave as his expression. He leaned on a

beautifully carved wooden cane, declaring, “The Saunders have always been warriors, not

cowards afraid to die.

“We won’t give up Roslyn! I may be old, but I still have some fight left in me. I’d rather be broken to

bits than let our child suffer!”

The Saunders‘ Quick Blade Team, all 120 of them, drew their iron blades and encircled Roslyn, their voices thundering as one. “We swear to protect our leader, to share her fate, whatever it may

be!”

father, and all those brave men……

she looked at them. She stood up from the sofa, bowed

and Blaine, and managed a tearful smile for

voice wavered. “I always thought I was clever

I was

of overwhelming force, every clever plan becomes pointless. The Saunders family

daughter, the leader of our time, I knew

won’t hesitate to risk my own

Just survive. Don’t try to

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she bowed deeply to Cingen and Blaine, her face

toward the

ready to trade her life for the peace of the Saunders family.

“Roslyn…”

his cheeks. Blaine’s hand was white–knuckled on the hilt of his knife, his urge to intervene nearly overwhelming,

Quick Blade Team members were all in tears, their

“Our leader!”

villa entrance, the presence of the nine Grandmasters was suffocating.

from being an overlord, they stood like immovable mountains, their aura

heavy.

room to the front gate, less than 200 meters, took her an agonizing minute. By the time

“So, you’re Roslyn?”

about 1.9 meters, his frame as imposing as a dark steel tower. With the alloy blade held aloft

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