Chapter 0316 Amber. Patrick, and George appeared destined for certain death.
Dragon Two, Five, and Nine could not react in time. They watched, wide-eyed, as ice needles flew before them. In reality, they could not discern the trajectory of the ice needles, unable to keep up with their speed.
It was a scene of despair, an eerie stillness filled the entire corridor, a deathly silence. Even George closed his eyes, sighing deeply, awaiting the imminent arrival of death.
Expected pain never manifested. His throat was not torn by ice needles. Similarly, Amber and Patrick remained uninjured.
The contorted grin on the hunched old woman's face froze slowly.
In everyone's field of vision, a fleeting phantom emerged,
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNo one could discem its origin or how it appeared: they only felt a gust of powerful wind rushing toward them. Then ca resounding explosion.
It was not until the sound echoed that everyone’s minds synchronously grasped the situation. The speed of this figure surpassed the sound barrier, breaking it before the sonic boom-before the ice needles pierced their throats—at a terrifying speed far beyond human limits. It rushed into the corridor, standing in front of them. “Alexander!”
The moment Amber saw the figure, she nearly wept with joy. The threat brought by death instantly dissipated, replaced by an unparalleled sense of security.
Of course, it was Alexander!
Gazing lightly at the hunched old woman ahead, his right hand clenched into a fist. Three ice needles rapidly melted in his palm, dripping to the ground. Then, he turned with a smile. “Didn’t scare you, did I? Sorry, I'ma
bit late!”
No, he cright on time.
Amber’s body trembled. If it were not for George and the others, she would have rushed into Alexander’s arms. He was here, at last. He returned from Zabaleta overnight, at the most critical moment, once again saving her life.
Not only hers but also her father’s and George’s...
Her husband, Alexander, was always so trustworthy. He never disappointed her.
“Are you Alexander Kane?” The old woman, a few meters away, observed Alexander with a smile on her face. She once again gripped an ice needle, her eyes filled with greed. “You caught my ice needle barehanded. Your strength is indeed extraordinary. With a bounty of a hundred fifty million, you're the most valuable one!”
Alexander turned slowly, and the smile on his face faded. This woman had injured George and almost killed. +15 BONOS
“The Chameleon Enchantress.” He stared at the hunched old woman indifferently. “Proficient in the art of ice needle mastery, a master of the Eight Extremes Fist, a peerless expert in disguise. Ranked sixth in the ‘Blood Assassins‘ organization, a gold—class assassin. Am | correct?”
The hunched old woman, the ‘Chameleon Enchantress’, stiffened slightly. She then slowly straightened her back, staring fixedly into Alexander's eyes, her voice sharp as she said, “Who are you, and how do you know my identity?”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAlexander snorted. The Blood Assassins organization was simply ignorant. How dare they target New Chesire Group? The so— called ‘King of Assassins‘ from Blood Assassins would never have imagined the terrifying existence they provoked this time.
It was none other than the mighty Lord of the Temple of War, the invincible Lord of War.
“Now that I’m here, you will die today.” He looked at the Chameleon Enchantress, his voice cold. “Before you meet your end, you'll tellwho issued the bounty mission. Of course, you can choose not to answer, but the cost will be that you'll die in endless agony.”
“Don’t doubt my methods. Now that | want you dead, you cannot live. If | want you alive, you will no doubt live worse than death!”
The Chameleon Enchantress’ pupils narrowed slightly. Almost as soon as Alexander spoke, she dashed forward, her footsteps twisting and stepping, her right thumb and index finger tightly pinching the ice needle. In the air, she drew a sharp curve directly towards Alexander's throat.
Facing the 150—million—bounty Alexander, she showed no mercy. She unleashed her most proficient Eight Extremes Fist technique and the mastery of ice needle arts, launching a deadly surprise attack from an extremely elusive angle.
“Your Eight Extremes Fist is nothing. It’s not even worth mentioning. You won’t even be able to land a single blow!” Alexander spoke indifferently. He casually grabbed the old lady’s wrist, but it was surprisingly quick to the eye.
Then, with a twist and a shake, the snowy-white, slender arm of the Chameleon Enchantress was snapped at the shoulder by Alexander.