Cherished By Seven Sisters

Chapter 37 You Can Call Me Sky Devourer Lord

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On the contrary, Emrys turned increasingly aggressive when faced with a pitch–black muzzle in

his face.

Is he mad?

Sheer panic swamped Hendrik. When he noticed that the man’s eyes reflected no fear but only indifference, especially, he was all the more certain that Emrys was a downright cuckoo.

“I’m really going to shoot if you dare take a step closer.”

He did not even notice the slight quivering of his voice when he said that, and he suffered a total defeat in terms of aura.

He was the one with a weapon, yet an inexplicable sense of uneasiness gripped him.

However, he had no time to brood over it, for Emrys did not bother to heed his warning. Right then, the latter was already less than five meters before him.

“Go to hell!”

At long last, he snapped under the tremendous pressure and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

A puff of black smoke wafted out of the barrel of the gun. The revolving bullet whizzed out and headed right for the space between Emrys eyes.

At that critical moment, there was a twist of events.

“Shatter!” Emrys roared.

next heartbeat, the bullet fired at lightning speed seemed to have been rendered

sound waves spread out, upon which the bullet reversed directions without warning and struck Hendrik right between the eyes

of Hendrik

imagined there to be such a bizarre occurrence

bullet bounced, and it was propelled by

longer of any importance, for

gaze over Hendrik’s dead

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You Can Call

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his magical

not be the last

the end of whoever dares to be disrespectful toward Delia

their boots. They would never have believed such a mystical event had

as though it had all

had actually killed a person with just

Hunter asked, “Who

replied softly, “You can call me Sky

Lord?

others were promptly horror–stricken,

Chanaea be in this tiny city of Jadeborough? That aside,

to

anything further. Just the title of Empyrean Lord was sufficient to make others tremble

though he had been

blank, and he was completely

weak and scrawny boy who had grown up

he was

trouble. If it weren’t for Mr. Olman, I

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