She Has Three Little Treasures: Fake Heiress, Yet Captures The Tycoon's Heart Chapter 781: Worried About Me, Your Archrival? (1)

Lune completely ignored him, waving the Crescent Blade so tightly that the First Elder’s n fell in heaps.

The defenses around the First Elder showed gaps, and Lune charged at the First Elder without hesitation.

The First Elder retreated repeatedly, his aged eyes filled with astonishnt.

He already thought highly of Lune and Pip Finch’s skills, but he hadn’t expected them to be even more formidable than his imagination. In a short ti, they had scattered the subordinates he had brought with him, even though he had brought hundreds of them.

The Ninth Elder, who followed the First Elder, felt imnse fear. It’s over, it’s over; everything he painstakingly built was about to be ruined.

No, this isn’t truly over — falling into Orion Rivers’ hands would be the true end.

Suddenly, the Ninth Elder rembered Raina North’s thods and couldn’t help but shiver. For the first ti, he regretted following the First Elder’s antics; living well was indeed too enticing.

Just as the Ninth Elder was about to lose control and kneel to beg for rcy, the sounds of fighting and cursing erupted.

Everyone present couldn’t help but turn around, looking towards the source of the noise.

They saw a group of people in simple attire, yet extrely powerful, surging forward like hungry wolves. Leading them was a man in his thirties, with a shaved head and a deep, long scar on the left side of his face, his eyes flashing fiercely.

Even the fearless Pip Finch showed a look of disbelief and horror upon seeing this man: "Sean Lynch! How did he get out? Wasn’t he locked in the underground Umbral Cell by Orion? And Landon Lawrence... he’s out too..."

Seeing these people, Lune’s expression changed dramatically: "Sothing’s wrong with the Umbral Cell." He swiftly turned to look at the First Elder: "It’s you!"

The First Elder, originally shocked and terrified, now wore a confident and smug expression: "Yes, it’s !" He glanced at Pip Finch and Lune: "I know you’re skilled, young and powerful, but I wonder how you compare to them?"

Bam!

Sean Lynch kicked aside a stunned Celestial Alliance mber, walking over leisurely with his hands behind his back as if strolling through a garden.

Pip Finch and Lune stood back to back, bodies taut, eyes full of vigilance as they stared at the newcors: "Sean Lynch, you’re audacious, daring to stir trouble in Orion’s ho. Aren’t you afraid he’ll beat you to a pulp again?"

The smile on Sean Lynch’s face vanished, and suddenly, he struck at Pip Finch.

Pip Finch fearlessly t the attack head-on, his moves wide and powerful, carrying the sound of cutting wind.

He had already used his strongest attack.

However, after just one clash, Pip Finch was uncontrollably forced back several steps, his mouth opening to spew a mouthful of fresh blood.

Lune saw this, his eyes narrowing, then charged at Sean Lynch without hesitation.

Sean Lynch didn’t dodge or evade, facing Lune’s fierce onslaught. He rely raised his eyelids slightly and, as the Crescent Blade ca down on him, raised a finger to effortlessly clip the blade.

He chuckled: "The kid’s sword dance is not bad, quite suitable for entertainnt. But it would be rude not to return the favor after appreciating the kid’s swordplay, so I must perform for the kid as well."

With that, he turned to attack Pip Finch.

Even without any weapons, he swung out beams sharper than any legendary blade.

Three moves.

Lune’s blade was taken away.

The cold blade of the Crescent Blade pressed against his neck, seemingly about to sever his head in the next second.