Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 691

Along with the excruciating pain came a murderous intent that burned like wilddire in the robed man’s chest. Michael’s punch had ignited every ounce of fury within him

Meanwhile, Michael didn’t stop after landing his initial punch. After landing, he followed up with another equally fierce punch.

This time, the robed man was ready. He dodged with a toll, picked up some loose dirt from the ground as he did, and flung it straight at Michael.

A

gust of wind carried the dirt, scattering it across Michael’s face and body. Dirt clung to his lashes and hair, momentarily blinding him.

The robed man let out a low, menacing laugh. Seizing the opening, he lunged with a blade aimed straight at Michael.

track the robed man’s movements by the shift of air

ground rang out as the blade fell to the floor. Michael’s iron grip clamped down on the man’s

“Got you”

bloodshot eyes to look at the robed man. His lips curled into a smile as he reached for a pair of

struggled and thrashed, but Michael’s grip was unyielding. Under

meticulous planning were all leading to this moment, the once–in–a–lifetime opportunity. If he missed this, he would never

in desperation

the surrounding agents caught sight of what the robed man

watch

was the last

at this one chance. He was betting that Michael would value his own life too much

his wrist, tossed the key into a nearby thicket. “Go ahead. Detonate