Imperial Treasure-Chapter 883 - 539: I’m Here to Pick Someone Up
Brando’s appearance was suffocating, and naturally, his words left people stunned.
S-class prospective King?
That’s a King with one foot already in the S-class!
Has Hell’s Wan Ge really reached such a level of strength?
Doesn’t that mean she’s been hiding her true power all along?
Indeed, from her previous one-versus-two advantage, she had definitely been concealing it. But now that a true S-class has emerged, the situation has undoubtedly been set in stone!
Little Ross and the others felt like they were revived.
Great, their Section Seven wouldn’t end up in the embarrassing situation of being wiped out on home ground by Hell’s Wan Ge.
Furthermore, many people turned to look at Natasha.
She could still wipe out the two opponents.
It’s said that Natasha has some secrets on her which are classified by Section Seven and they are extremely eager to obtain.
So...
Brando’s eyes lifted slightly, scholarly and elegant, his voice deep like wine, quietly watching Hell’s Wan Ge, he said, "Since you’re here, might as well stay and sit for a while."
The space suddenly twisted, and the twisted current rushed towards Hell’s Wan Ge!
Of course, it wasn’t a death strike, but a restraint!
An S-class master’s restraint.
Hell’s Wan Ge furrowed her brows, her entire body engulfed in Hellfire, twisting a force towards them.
Impact!
Boom!
Two torrents?
Hellfire was rapidly diminishing.
Being suppressed!
No match at all!
Ha! The people from the authority were thrilled, suddenly....
A river of fire pierced through the air, bang!!!
After the flame collision,
the overlay of black and red flames shaved off half of the twisted force, the firelight scattered, the temperature suddenly surged, the ceiling’s fire suppression system clicked on, releasing a large mist of water from hundreds of nozzles.
Just like a shower.
But as soon as this water fell, it evaporated extensively..
On one side of the hall, Natasha turned sideways to look, flames blooming beside her, like a field of roses sprouting up, winding around green vines, spreading on the walls and floor, seemingly trying to take over the entire hall.
And this terrifying spread finally formed a tall wall of roses!
Pressing towards Brando.
Brando furrowed his brows, raised his hand, and a twisted force appeared in his palm, enveloping the rose wall.
Crack crack crack!
A large number of roses were crushed, rose petals fell to the ground in abundance, burning with a mournful flame.
At that moment.
Hell’s Wan Ge disappeared in an instant.
A fleeting shadow.
An instant appearance.
An instant throat-slit!
Disappear, appear, slice the throat!
All in one go, there was no simpler or more direct stealth assassination than this!
Brando’s brow tensed.
The entire rose wall exploded, masses of flame roses scattered, and he too turned into a swirling force, rebounding backward.
Boom!!!
Two forces collided!
Cao Ling and others were shocked to see Hell’s Wan Ge being chewed into pieces by that force...
Hellhound roared fiercely.
As if everything was exploding, everything was twisting.
Selena’s visage shattered, her body broken.
That was destructive destruction!
From the twisted force!
Three breaths.
The distortion faded, everything seemed to start straightening, only considerable amounts of sofa debris and coffee cups floated in the air...
Along with various demonic fire fragments.
And rose petals.
Those rose fragments still burning, bits of firelight.
Hell’s Wan Ge was nowhere to be seen.
Dead, dead?
Brando’s body reappeared, and he glanced over at a spot.
On the sofa, Yi lay unconscious, Yi Chilian and others all had their legs frozen, right next to her, Franck stood, motionless.
He didn’t move, not because his legs were frozen, but because a woman stood beside him, hand raised, a dagger pressed against his throat.
This woman was "Selena?"
No.
Long black hair, even darker than that of many Eastern women, like a black pearl, draped over her shoulders, her skin was very white, almost pale white, her facial features were defined, yet more delicate than those of European descent, her skin and slender thin physique didn’t fit any European or even many ethnic groups.
At first glance, she seemed like an elf from Hell, dark, indifferent, and sharp.
The most terrifying were those eyes.
Ink blue with black.
Like a layer of blue ink frozen in darkness.
This person more like an Eastern-Western hybrid demon spirit.
"The real Hell’s Wan Ge... truly surprising," Brando slowly said.
Indeed, Little Ross and the others were shocked.
Many thought Selena wasn’t the true appearance of Hell’s Wan Ge, but they didn’t expect her true form to be like this...
