The Invincible Mercenary King (Haylan Jaber)

Chapter 634

Mia’s eyes widened in disbelief as she gazed at the raging Nicholas. Her frustration peaked, and she retorted, “Are you out of your damn mind? Besides Ceci, we’re all dressed perfectly fine, and nothing of the sort you’re accusing us of has happened!”

Despite the ambiguous circumstances, she couldn’t help but think that Nicholas was a complete idiot, his mind filled with nothing but horseshit.

Despite the suggestive circumstances, it was clear as day that nothing had occurred.

Is this guy incapable of using rational thinking to assess the situation?

“Mia, quit your cunning excuses! You two have been gallivanting around without a care. Who knows what mischief you’ve been up to behind closed doors.” Nicholas’s voice boomed with anger as if he had lost all sense of reason.

“I have no interest in bothering you.”

Mia shot him a glance before shifting her attention to Haylan, her eyes filled with deepening worry.

Haylan’s face twisted in agony. His forehead was drenched in sweat. It was clear that he was suffering from a torment beyond imagination.

“Haylan, you better hold on tight and make it through this. Don’t you dare let anything happen,” Mia pleaded inwardly.

Her eyes remained fixed on Haylan’s face, a mixture of worry and anxiety etched on her features.

She swiftly averted her gaze to find Nicholas’s eyes fixed on Ceci. With a subtle change in her expression, she swiftly retrieved a blanket and draped it over Ceci’s form, shielding her from potential exposure.

Mia fixed a piercing gaze upon Nicholas. “You better learn some manners and respect,” she admonished.

“How come? You can bring that savage man here to ogle at Ceci, but I can’t take a look?”

Nicholas’s eyes burned with anger as he spoke, “I’ve been Ceci’s most devoted suitor for years, and you know it well enough.

“Why is it that this man gets to have a look and even lay his hands on her while I am not allowed to have a glance?”

“Damn it, let go of me!”

He fought with every ounce of his being, desperate to break loose from the grip of the sword beam.

Yet Haylan found himself helplessly pinned down by the overwhelming might of his sword beam, leaving him devoid of any means to break free from its unyielding grasp.

“Ah!”

At that precise moment, Haylan unleashed a tremendous, earth–shaking roar that echoed through the air, sending shockwaves in every direction.

legion of razor–sharp blades. With an explosive force, it broke free from the confines of

to everyone’s astonishment, when the sword beams crossed paths with Mia and Ceci, they

earth asunder and etching many sword–shaped scars across everything within the confines of the mansion’s

display. The searing pain ripped through his body, tearing at his soul and eliciting harrowing screams that echoed through the air. Following Haylan’s surge of vital energy, the mysterious butterfly tattoos

body, the mysterious butterfly tattoos continued to hover in

this creature truly so

across her countenance, prompting her to retreat from the presence of these

were akin to evil spirits, haunting entities that spelled nothing but death and

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detached from the human vessel, their ability to move independently is

“Shatter!”

as he moved with lightning speed. The sword beams reverberated, instantly blanketing the butterfly tattoos and piercing them relentlessly, leaving them riddled with countless

consumed the butterfly tattoos, obliterating them without a trace and leaving behind

“Spurt…”

all this, Haylan coughed up a gush of blood, his

you holding

“I’m alright.”

clenched his fist against his chest, his demeanor composed as he spoke in a low voice, “Those evil spirits may

he spoke, a wry smile

injuries while trying to confront these mysterious

injuries weren’t overly severe, a minimum of a day would be required for

Miss Lawson back first. She

“Very well.”

She swiftly cradled Ceci in her arms, intending to carry her back to the bedroom for

proved to be in vain.

feeble, rendering her unable

care

a deep breath, channeling his inner strength to subdue the explosive energy within him. Stepping

You, Jaber! Keep your hands off

the room, holding Ceci in his arms, paying no attention to

the walls, his voice

to break free from the grip of Haylan’s formidable

sword beams.

vital energy swords were considerable, effectively impaling Nicholas to the wall, leaving him utterly helpless and unable to make

“Screaaaam!”