Chapter 1892

His gaze remained fixed on a particular pile of rubble, an unsettling calm

before the storm. Then, in an instant, the darkness within him receded,

replaced by a calculated silence. He moved toward the ruins with a

deliberate grace, intent on catching whatever lay hidden off guard and

delivering a crushing blow.

Boom!

Despite his careful plotting, the ruins erupted prematurely, and from within, a

crimson figure sprang forth, as if defying the very fabric of expectation.

“Stay here!”

Rhett’s punch cut through the air with lethal intent, aimed at subduing the elusive fighter who had been ensconced within the Quillen residence. His

confidence was unshakable–he was, after all, the reigning monarch of Dark

Night Island.

Yet as his fist neared the opponent’s cloak, the force of his strike dissipated

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Chapter 1892 The Clash of Shadows

into nothingness. The figure used the diversion to vault onto a charred tree,

its presence a daunting silhouette against the smoldering backdrop.

Rhett’s heart skipped a beat. The figure’s cloak, nearly identical in hue to his

own, was only a shade more crimson, suggesting an opponent whose

strength might rival his own.

“Who are you?” Rhett demanded, his voice a low growl.

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The cloaked man, his face obscured by an Envoy Aora mask, regarded Rhett

with equal caution. He had lain in wait within the Quillen residence,

anticipating Emmanuel’s return to ambush and annihilate the couple. The

appearance of another formidable adversary was an unforeseen

complication.

“Holy Guardian, Rhett.” The man’s voice bore a hint of mockery. Rhett’s

opponents was undeniable,

warranted a

skulking in the Quillen residence?”

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subtle menace creeping

scarcely worthy of knowing my

deliberate provocation, his

leave here alive.” Rhett’s eyes

as he took a menacing

I choose to leave, no force can detain me.” The Envoy

aura radiating a

that claim.” Rhett’s cape whipped

a supple material, it spun

its edges razor–sharp and ready to slice

Boom!

nimbly from the tree, narrowly

The tree toppled with a thunderous crash behind

heh, let’s see you withstand this!” The Envoy Aora unleashed

The Clash of

from beneath his

astonished by the unexpected display of

of the Queen of the Dark Night

their breadth was broader,

had found their mark,

to

from Rhett.

formidable energy,” the Envoy

he could fully grasp

beneath the

Rhett’s shock was palpable. He

surprise attack that revealed

strength, speed, and technique. This

offense and defense, would prove as

the

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Splat

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scorched courtyard like a grim

with its

Guardian, you’re nothing special!”

a chilling triumph, echoing through

not turn to face him. Instead, he stood with

crossed, eyes closed in a stance of serie

it

a sneer of contempt

intent on eliminating the so–called Holy Guardian

Eradicating this threat would pave

removing all potential dangers.

other designs. An

him. If not for his reflexes, Envoy Aora and his

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