The Wolf’s Bride

Crack…

As continuous muffled sounds echoed, the large and powerful palm dissipated into nothingness under Luna’s casual strike.

The bloody mist, devoid of any killing power, slowly dispersed.

“Y–you…”

St. Dmitri was already severely weakened after unleashing his strongest move. He stuttered when he saw this shocking scene.

The master of the Shrouded Gate actually possessed a power that surpassed the Martial Saint realm!

The Divine Steps of Florence was called Verboten. It was also the dream that St. Dmitri had been pursuing but remained elusive.

“S–she’s a… Verboten expert! I was too careless!” St. Dmitri was frightened. He immediately took out a key and said sincerely, “Respected master of the Shrouded Gate, I made a mistake. I shouldn’t have offended you.

“This is the key to my treasury I’ve collected over the past hundred years on the Obaro continent. There is gold, silver, jewelry, and various rare treasures inside. “I offer this with my utmost sincerity. Please have mercy this time! Also…”

St. Dmitri was afraid that Luna would not agree and hurriedly added, “After returning, I’ll immediately issue an order for the Sauro Church not to be enemies with the Shrouded Gate.

“I will withdraw wherever you go! Please, I only ask you to spare me!”

It was the law of the jungle.

St. Dmitri knew he was no match for Luna, so he groveled and begged for his life.

“That certainly sounds tempting.” Luna only glanced at the golden key for a moment before withdrawing her gaze without hesitation. “Unfortunately, you picked the wrong person,

“The moment you targeted the Wolf King, your life started counting down!” At the last words, the Sanguis Blade in Luna’s hand erupted with a shocking brilliance.

“You…”

St. Dmitri’s heart felt bitter, but he could not say a word.

At the moment of his death, a determined look flashed in his eyes as he took out a blood–colored skull.

Then, under Luna’s astonished gaze, he cut his left wrist and let the blood gush and spray onto the skull.

Hiss…

As the blood sprayed on it, the skull instantly ignited, forming a stunning curtain made of blood. This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

During the process, St. Dmitri’s exposed skin turned ashen due to excessive blood loss, as if he had been dead for a long time.

“Still playing tricks, I see!”

Luna remained calm and rushed forward like lightning.

Swoosh…

When St. Dmitri felt that it was about enough, he threw the skull toward Luna. Rumble…

The next second, the skull exploded like high–powered explosives, instantly generating a force that spread in all directions and destroyed everything. It carried enough power to kill a Martial Saint expert.

At the forefront, Luna had no choice but to use the Sanguis Blade and activate her technique to resist.

In an instant, the place was reduced into a world of blood. The sky, the earth, and even the air were copper red.

It was not until more than ten seconds later that everything returned to calmness.

St. Dmitri’s figure had already turned into a distant black dot and was rapidly shrinking.

“Ugh…”

Luna snorted coldly and was just about to chase after him when she heard Andrius wake up behind her. Thus, she stopped and immediately sheathed the Sanguis Blade.