“Stupid Amastan.” Alaric watched anxiously as Alaric’s reckless attempt at defeating Darryl began to fail miserably.

“Brother, I have your back,” a sweet voice shouted as a valiant woman leaped into the air toward Darryl. The woman, Natalie Celtic, wore crimson armor that hugged the curves of her athletic figure, which oozed fierceness as she approached them. Darryl brandished the Heavenly Halberd calmly to counter his new opponent as she closed into him. The moment he saw her face, he paused in shock for a split second. ‘Her?’

Then, Darryl realized that the Raksasa woman he had encountered was the Raksasa King’s daughter and Alaric and Amastan’s sister.

“So, you are Darryl Darby. You liar! You told me that your name was Darren Derby,” she accused through gritted teeth. Once she was near him, she shifted her hands into a slashing motion with a pair of bone-forged scimitars toward Darryl. The man had subdued her in her own bed, and she had been in awe of his strength; she had fallen in love with him. She felt deceived and insulted when she learned that he was the famous Darryl Darby from the Nine Mainland.

Darryl, he was slightly confused. All he did was lay on her bed to escape the guards. He did not even do anything to her; why was she so frustrated that she

retreat and rest

focused on her opponent with consistent offensive moves. For a split second, Darryl did want to strike her down, but in the end, he could

gap to fill compared to the

disciples from different sects were

at Natalie and said,”Sorry, but I don’t have time to deal with you right

ball of white flame formed on his palm, which quickly shifted into the shape of a lotus flower that brightened the

was the White

Natalie thought as she scowled. She had never heard of the White Lily Cold Flame, but the terrifying heat of the flame

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