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

formidable opponents was

warranted a response in

skulking in the

The Clash of

a subtle menace

of

were laced with deliberate provocation, his demeanor

leave here alive.” Rhett’s

he took a

this world, if I choose to leave, no force can detain me.”

aura radiating

that claim.” Rhett’s cape whipped out

supple material, it spun with

and ready to slice

Boom!

Envoy Aora leaped nimbly from the tree, narrowly

toppled with a

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

1892 The Clash

from beneath his

narrowed, astonished by the unexpected display of fire.

lacked the searing intensity of the

broader, and their concealment

his flames had found their

halted abruptly, unable to advance

from Rhett.

the Envoy Aora murmured in

before he could fully grasp the implications, a crimson streak

from beneath

He hadn’t

a surprise attack that revealed the

strength, speed, and technique. This adversary, with

of offense and defense,

the Dark Night

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Splat

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the scorched courtyard like a

its crimson

Guardian, you’re nothing special!” The Envoy

chilling triumph, echoing through

not turn to face him. Instead, he stood with his

eyes closed in a stance of serie calm. His indifference was

it

Envoy Aora’s voice was a sneer of contempt as he

intent on eliminating the so–called Holy Guardian before

would pave

removing all potential dangers.

fate had other designs. An unseen force,

not for his reflexes, Envoy Aora and his three

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