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Chapter 542 On Edge
The outcome was clear. The Divinity martial artist from Anglandur proved to be slightly superior.
The thirty–six guardians of Sky Devourer Palace could only barely hold their own against him. When
the Anglandur Divinity wielded the Spiritual Control Divine Sword, the thirty–six guardians could do
nothing but avoid its sharp edge.
“The sword of Sky Devourer Lord is truly a divine weapon!” exclaimed the Divinity martial artist from
Anglandur with unparalleled joy.
Although he couldn’t fully unleash the power of the Spiritual Control Divine Sword, the divine weapon
undoubtedly significantly enhanced his combat prowess.
The genetic experiments in Anglandur had been successful, and it was certain that more Divinity
martial artists would be created in the future. Alex, the god of all gods, was among them!
Witnessing Alex single–handedly repel thirty–six guardians of Chanaea, all the Atharians present were
exhilarated.
For a long time, the martial artists of Chanaea were considered the best in the world. However, times
had changed. By merging technology with martial arts, they successfully defeated the martial artists of
Chanaea.
They believed that, in the future, Anglandur would truly reach the pinnacle of martial arts, and Sky
Devourer Palace had already become a thing of the past.
In contrast to the wild revelry of the foreigners, the atmosphere in Chanaea was shrouded in sadness
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The citizens of Chanaea dared not imagine that the Empyrean, Lord would truly fall. Their faith, akin to
a towering skyscraper losing its foundation, collapse’d in an instant.
It was Chanaea’s lament.
At that moment, on the deck of a massive cruise ship, Ninette’s pretty face turned pale, while those
around her, including Cordelia, were also on the brink of despair.
Yes, they had all arrived.
It should be said, they were always there.
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From the day when the Empyrean Lord struck down Wilson, they had been present at the scene. They
longed to witness the moment their beloved man removed the dragon mask, basking in the cheers of
the world.
That was their pride.
However, none of them could have anticipated that things would escalate to such an
extent.
Cordelia and the others still couldn’t believe it. Their beloved Emrys had passed away just
like that.
For the better part of the past month, they had been constantly on edge, never leaving. Regardless of
whether Emrys was dead or alive, they were determined to see him.
Sierra was also there.
Originally, she was filming in Jazona, but Cordelia insisted on bringing her over to join the excitement,
even promising her a huge surprise.
Back then, Sierra had no idea that the Empyrean Lord was actually her Emrys.
It was not until the island had sunk, and rumors began to circulate about a possible misfortune befalling
the Empyrean Lord, that Sierra noticed something amiss with her sisters‘ emotions. Only upon inquiry
did she uncover the truth.
The fate of the Empyrean Lord remained uncertain, which deeply troubled Sierra. Upon discovering
that the Empyrean Lord was, in fact, Emrys, her worry instantly magnified a thousandfold, even ten
thousandfold.
Even Karina, who knew Emrys‘ strength the best, felt incredibly uneasy at that moment.
She only regretted that her strength wasn’t enough.
If she had been at the Foundation Stage, she would never have allowed that Atharian Divinity to be so
smug, nor would she have let Emrys‘ divine sword fall into the hands of an Atharian.
Of course, if she truly possessed such strength, she would undoubtedly have accompanied Emrys in
sinking to the ocean floor, following him to uncover whatever secrets the seabed was hiding.
Aside from Emrys‘ seven older sisters, many people from Chanaea were also present, none of whom
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They had watched, with their own eyes, as their faith sank with the island. They had hoped to see it
emerge triumphant against the waves. Yet, after waiting for more than half a month, this was the
outcome they were met with.
No one was willing to accept such a reality.
As Cordelia and her companions stood on the deck, gazing sadly at the distant sea where the island
had sunk, a hushed voice suddenly came from behind them. “Excuse me, but I couldn’t help but notice
the presence of a few elegant and captivating ladies. Would you be interested in joining me for a
drink?”
The speaker was a young man dressed in traditional Ibican attire. He had pulled his turban down,
partially obscuring his face, revealing mischievous eyes.
He resembled a mummy in appearance.
With a goblet in hand, he swirled it while his gaze swept across the line of stunning women. Their
slender waists and shapely hips caught his attention. He expressed his admiration with a click of his
tongue. The sight of these beautiful women lined up was truly a visual delight.
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