章節 1917: Late Young Palace Master?

"Woah!!!~~~"

The entire crowd was in silence before they burst out with boisterous voices, cheering out loud. They suddenly found Natalya to be capable, entirely deserving of her name as the second wife of the Emperor of Death.

Alexi Ethren's eyes were wide with shock. He knew that Natalya should be strong but not this strong enough to handle that sword strike at such a close range. His initial goodwill of wanting to aid her during battling left, making him aware that she was a menace in the disguise of normalcy.

There was practically nothing unique about her until she unleashed that icy lotus that looked transcendent and radiated a chill vaster than the Falling Snow Sect's or Mystic Ice Sect's ice nature. No, he even felt that it completely overwhelmed theirs.

*Clap!~* *Clap!~* *Clap!~*

Suddenly, the sound of two hands clapping was heard as everyone turned their heads and saw Young Palace Master Faus Lanate walking towards Natalya.