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Thinking of this, Eunice couldn’t help but look toward the person responsible for all of this.
A hatred like never before surfaced in her eyes.
It was rely a matter of planting a few servants in your house and facilitating a bloody transaction between your sister and the Fourth Prince, sothing many people couldn’t achieve.
Not only do you fail to appreciate it, but you also enacted such despicable revenge on the Mosgla family!
Suddenly, Eunice’s heart was filled with resentful feelings.
However, she had no opportunity to speak, and after glancing at the silent Fourth Prince Joshua, her expression darkened, and ultimately, she clenched her teeth and suppressed her anger.
At the sa ti, Lynn sensed the murderous intent in her heart.
Watching her slowly leaving, he suddenly said, "Miss Mosgla, have you forgotten sothing?"
His sudden comnt once again attracted the attention of everyone present.
Hearing this, a cold expression erged on Eunice’s twisted features, "That was rely a duel you proposed on your own. I have no obligation to indulge in childish gas with you."
Saying this, she continued to support Marquis Mosgla and walked toward the door, ignoring Lynn’s words.
However, Lynn had already rehearsed everything that would happen tonight countless tis in his mind, including how many people would die and how they would die. How could he let her leave just like that?
"But you picked up the glove I threw to you!" Lynn raised his voice, "According to the ancient knightly tradition, as a noble, the mont you pick up the glove signifies that you accept the duel, and there’s no turning back!"
"By the Holy Spirit Tree, only the death of one party can end it!"
Suddenly, Lynn’s body erupted with a strong Extraordinary Power.
This sudden action imdiately drew gasps from the crowd. Great Imperial Princess Hillena appeared incredulous, and Second Prince Felit unconsciously widened his eyes, seemingly not expecting Lynn to dare to challenge the authority and laws of the Empire so brazenly!
And in such a solemn venue as the Council Hall, even under the gaze of Saint Laurent VI!
Has he gone mad?!
Everyone’s heart was pounding, feeling as though they were witnessing an unprecedented conflict.
The drama reached its climax at this mont.
"You are insolent!!!"
Saint Laurent VI’s roar was like the great tolling of bells, accompanied by an overwhelming Holy Spirit Power rushing towards Lynn!
Not only that, the Silver Wing Knights who had been on standby vanished instantly.
Xiya also intended to step forward and capture him, but ultimately, Hillena grabbed his wrist.
The petite Ninth Princess, however, opened her small mouth slightly in amazent after witnessing Lynn’s maneuvers, a trace of admiration in her eyes.
Yet, as the two main characters of this drama, Lynn and Princess Ivyst didn’t care about anyone else’s thoughts.
Their eyes t in mid-air, instantly understanding each other’s intentions.
Gazing at the incredibly dazzling black-haired boy, Princess Ivyst’s gaze was calm yet gratified.
Her return to the Imperial Capital wasn’t for peace and compromise.
But to bring a little shock to those who don’t know how to appreciate what’s given to them.
To let the infamous na of Third Imperial Princess Ivyst echo throughout Glostit.
Go.
Go do whatever you want to do.
The Imperial Princess will... always be behind you.
In an instant, an unprecedented crimson energy burst forth like a blazing sun, overwhelmingly illuminating the Council Hall.
In a single mont, she suppressed the entire assembly with an extrely crude and arrogant deanor.
As a Second Rank Transcendent, what could Lynn now achieve?
He did not know.
Since he had never sparred with anyone, he did not know the limits of his own abilities.
But one thing was certain.
Possessing a maximum number of Divine-given factors and having undergone a second enhancent by the witch, although also a Second Rank, his attacks were certainly not sothing that Eunice could withstand.
Under her panicked and angry gaze, the poker cards held between Lynn’s fingertips instantly transford into ten strands of black silk.
He slowly lifted his wrist, palm facing upward.
In an instant, the black threads shot out, intertwining and weaving like swimming black snakes in mid-air.
The originally loose Endless Silk, now under his deliberate control, began to form a whole.
Monts later, a Spiral Spear ford by countless black threads took shape slowly in his palm, and under the light, it emitted an icy hue.
Seeing this, Marquis Mosgla’s eyes flashed with shock and anger, and he forcefully pushed Eunice: "Hurry, run!"
Eunice staggered, then ran towards the door in utter terror!
She did not even have the slightest intention to resist; at this mont, she just wanted to survive and get out of the Council Hall!
However, aside from her, everyone present was restricted by the sudden onslaught of Third Imperial Princess Ivyst, with only Saint Laurent VI and several cardinals from the Church able to resist.
But everything happened in a flash.
By the ti everyone regained their power, it was too late to stop the fanatic’s outbreak.
Lynn’s gaze was icy and calm, locked on Eunice from start to finish.
Accompanied by the violent beating of the Burning Fla Giant Dragon’s Heart, all the muscles in his body suddenly bulged, and he was tensed like a drawn bow, ready to spring!
The task was simple.
"Boom!"
Carried by a formidable force, the black Spiral Spear shot out like an arrow, instantly tearing through the air with a dull and sharp howl, disappearing like a phantom from its original place.
Tens of ters were covered in an instant.
"Splat!"
Accompanied by the sound of flesh tearing, the black spear unimpededly pierced through Eunice’s chest, harshly nailing her to the marble floor.
Blood gushed like a fountain, flowing in all directions.
The girl’s expression of despair was frozen on her face, and her once bright pupils instantly dimd.
The next second, she collapsed to the ground without warning, lifeless.
In the Council Hall, there was dead silence.
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