The Valkyrie Returns and Slays (Raven)

Chapter 442

Chapter 442 Just You?

Finnley's hawk-like eyes locked onto Raven, his gaze sharp and frigid. Through clenched teeth, he hissed, "Do you even know who you just killed? He was my prized disciple and a leading candidate for the next emperor of the Sunset Empire! You dared to kill him? Then I'll make sure your entire family joins him in

the grave!"

Unfazed by Finnley's seething rage, Raven lazily lifted her eyes to meet his. A faint, mocking smirk tugged at the corner of her lips.

"You? Kill my whole family? Don't make me laugh."

"Are you stupid?" Prince Arian's attendant sneered, his face full of disdain. “General Hinton is a brigadier general in the Sunset Empire's military and an Elite Warrior. Dealing with a little rookie like you is a piece of cake for him."

Ellie, standing to the side, grew worried that Finnley might be misled by Raven's bold front, thinking she had some powerful connections. She quickly spoke up, "General Hinton, you don't need to worry about her having any backing. She's just a nobody with no support. She even had the audacity to impersonate a member of the Hiemal Court while treating the princess, but the court's vice master exposed her lies."

She went on, "Prince Arian only stepped in because she deceived the royal family. He wanted to uphold their honor, but she ambushed him instead. General Hinton, you have to avenge him!"

for Finnley to take her out as soon as possible. As Ellie spoke, Antonio

chief like Antonio had no room to intervene. Antonio's gaze toward Raven was filled with contempt, as if he were

before. If you'd just come with me to the station, you might've had a slim chance. But now? You've gone and messed up big time. Not even the gods can save you now," Antonio

hatred burned fiercely as he glared at Raven, his fury barely

consumed by vengeance. The thought of his cherished disciple dying at Raven's hands made him want to carve her apart piece

gaze on her and

is so pathetic. Turns out the

have been leading the

Outer Battlefield. Clearly, his rank had

"You dare court death!"

Without hesitation, he raised his palm and struck toward

strength in that strike, the force of his palm tearing through the air like a blade, aimed

fixed on the scene, as if they could already

of them would have dared to face that

her. The sharp whistle of the wind from his strike was already ringing