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The Wolf’s Bride by Coffee’s Tea

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Chapter 978

“No!”

Noelle’s eyes instantly widened when she saw the black–robed man about to kill Andrius. She let out a hysterical

roar She even had an impulse to leave Luna aside and rush to take that fatal blow for Andrius. However, at that

moment, several figures emerged from the mountain rocks.

Whoosh…

Swish, swish…

Their speed was not particularly fast. They were much slower than the man. However, their fearless spirits

converged like a storm sweeping across, overwhelmingly powerful and courageously facing death.

It was Noir and the others, who had come after sensing the situation.

“Hmph!”

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The man snorted coldly and had to give up on finishing Andrius off with a single palm strike. Instead, he turned

around and casually confronted them with another palm strike.

The palm seemed slow but was in fact swift. It brought forward a vast and sweeping wind that caused stone and

sand to go flying.

The violent inner energy pressed upon everyone’s chests. Even Noelle, who was at the very side, found it difficult to

breathe.

The fierce and formidable palm winds did not dissuade Noir, the Black Hawk, and the others.

They looked at Andrius, who was lying on the ground covered in blood, and their hearts were filled with anger. They

rushed forward without regard for their life, trying to save Andrius.

However, the difference in strength was immense.

“Ugh…”

“Gah…”

“Ah…”

The next moment, Noir and the others either spat blood, groaned, or screamed as they were thrown backward.

The group had just reached the Martial Lord realm and was completely insignificant compared to the black–clothed

man.

What was astonishing was that even after being heavily injured, the group did not show any intention of retreating

They all struggled to their feet and rushed forward again. They charged again before their blood could even dry.

“Heh. Mere Martial Lords “The man sneered at Noir and the others, his eyes filled with blatant disdain.” Ants like

you dare to confront me head–on? You’re truly bold. Know your place!”

Then, he launched another palm strike

It was a familiar move and a familiar scene as Noir and the others were blasted back once again

All of them were severely wounded, and the situation was extremely dire

Just when the man was about to make the final move, a resounding voice suddenly echoed from afar

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“Is that so? What about me?”

Two figures swiftly approached one behind the other. It was Kate and Wade from the Medicine Sect.

The black–clothed man’s eyes widened slightly upon seeing them.

Swoosh…

Wade swooped down in front of the man like a meteor and consecutively delivered several palm strikes without

wasting any words.

Bam!

Bam!

Bam!

After three consecutive palm strikes, Wade calmly landed in front of Andrius, steady as a mountain.

The black–robed man was hit by three strikes from Wade and was forced to retreat a dozen steps. He finally

stabilized himself and let out a muffled groan. Blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, indicating that he had

been injured in the confrontation.

“Hmph…”