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Chapter 1892 

 His gaze remained fixed on a particr pile of rubble, an unsettling calm 

 before the storm. Then, in an instant, the darkness within him receded, 

 reced by a calcted silence. He moved toward the ruins with a 

 deliberate grace, intent on catching whatever <iy hidden off guard and 

 delivering a crushing blow. 

 Boom! 

 Despite his careful plotting, the ruins erupted prematurely, and from within, a 

 crimson figure sprang forth, as if defying the very fabric of expectation. 

 “Stay here!” 

 Rhett’s punch cut through the air with lethal intent, aimed at subduing the elusive fighter who had been ensconced within the Quillen residence. His 

 confidence was unshakable–he was, after all, the reigning monarch of Dark 

 Night Ind. 

 Yet as his fist neared the opponent’s cloak, the force of his strike dissipated 

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 into nothingness. The figure used the diversion to vault onto a charred tree, 

 its presence a daunting silhouette against the smoldering backdrop. 

 Rhett’s heart skipped a beat. The figure’s cloak, nearly identical in hue to his 

 own, was only a shade more crimson, suggesting an opponent whose 

 strength might rival his own. 

 “Who are you?” Rhett demanded, his voice a low growl. 

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 The cloaked man, his face obscured by an Envoy Aora mask, regarded Rhett 

 with equal caution. He had <iin in wait within the Quillen residence, 

 anticipating Emmanuel’s return to ambush and annihte the couple. The 

 appearance of another formidable adversary was an unforeseen 

 <iplication. 

 “Holy Guardian, Rhett.” The man’s voice bore a hint of mockery. Rhett’s 

 respect for formidable opponents was undeniable, and this individual’s 

 prowess warranted a response in kind. 

 “And you? Why have you been skulking in the Quillen residence?” Rhett’s voice 

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 grew steely, a subtle menace creeping in. 

 “Haha, you are scarcely worthy of knowing my identity.” The masked man’s 

 words were <iced with deliberate provocation, his demeanor dismissive. 

 “Then you shall not leave here alive.” Rhett’s eyes ignited with a fierce 

 intensity as he took a menacing step forward. 

 “In this world, if I choose to leave, no force can detain me.” The Envoy Aora 

 tensed, his aura radiating a formidable power. 

 “Let me test that im.” Rhett’s cape whipped out with sudden violence. 

 Though crafted from a supple material, it spun with the deadly precision a 

 steel de, its edges razor–sharp and ready to slice through flesh. 

 Boom! 

 The Envoy Aora leaped nimbly from the tree, narrowly avoiding the spinning 

 cape. The tree toppled with a thunderous crash behind him. 

 “Heh heh, let’s see you withstand this!” The Envoy Aora unleashed a torrent of 

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 mes from beneath his cloak. 

 Rhett’s eyes narrowed, astonished by the unexpected disy of fire. Though 

 the mes <icked the searing intensity of the Queen of the Dark Night Inds‘ 

 fire, their breadth was broader, and their concealment more profound. 

 The Envoy Aora believed his mes had found their mark, but he soon 

 discovered they halted abruptly, unable to advance beyond half a meter 

 from Rhett. 

 “Such formidable energy,” the Envoy Aora murmured in astonishment. N?velDrama.Org holds ? this.

 But before he could fully grasp the implications, a crimson streak shed 

 downward from beneath the cloak. 

 “What?!” Rhett’s shock was palpable. He hadn’t anticipated this masterful use 

 of diversion, a surprise attack that revealed the opponent’s wless 

 amalgamation of strength, speed, and technique. This adversary, with his 

 impable bnce of offense and defense, would prove as formidable as 

 the Queen of the Dark Night Inds herself. 

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 Blood erupted from the scorched courtyard like a grim fountain, staining the 

 ashes with its crimson spray, 

 “Heh heh, Holy Guardian, you’re nothing special!” The Envoy Ford’s <iughter 

 rang out with a chilling triumph, echoing through the deste ruins, 

 Yet Rhett did not turn to face him. Instead, he stood with his back turned, 

 arms crossed, eyes closed in a stance of serie calm. His indifference was as 

 unsettling as it was defiant. 

 “Die!” The Envoy Aora’s voice was a sneer of contempt as he prepared to 

 strike again, intent on eliminating the so–called Holy Guardian before dealing 

 with Emmanuel. Eradicating this threat would pave the way for his ns, 

 removing all potential dangers. 

 But fate had other designs. An unseen force, swift and relentless, surged 

 toward him. If not for his reflexes, Envoy Aora and his three <ipanions 

 would have been ensnared by Rhett’s hidden trap, meeting their end in an 

 Chapter 1892 The sh of Shadows instant. 

 Whoosh–st! 

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 The invisible energy missed its mark, instead shattering the rubble behind 

 the Envoy Aora into a cascade of dark fragments. 

 “Not bad, you’re worthy of being my opponent.” A sheen of cold sweat broke 

 out on Envoy Aora’s brow as he finally conceded the formidable prowess of 

 his adversary. 

 Rhett’s lips curled into a disdainful sneer. His crimson cape, seemingly 

 animated by its own will, writhed and spiraled, attacking from an unexpe ea 

 angle. 

 “Don’t get too cocky!” The Envoy Aora’s tone was <iced with fury. He gathered 

 a gale of power, deftly evading the cape and unleashing a full–force punch 

 aimed straight at Rhett. 

 Rhett, unflinching, met the challenge head–on. 

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 Their fists shed In a thunderous collision, creating a brief moment of 

 perfect bnce. But the force of their confrontation had catastrophic 

 repercussions. The surrounding <indscape was ravaged, swept away as if by 

 an unrelenting hurricane, leaving devastation in its wake. 

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 The exertion of their struggle caused Rhett’s old wounds, remnants of battles 

 fought on Dark Night Ind, to burst open anew. Pain surged through him, a 

 debilitating reminder of his vulnerability. To an ordinary fighter, such injuries 

 might be trifling, but in a duel of masters, even the smallest w could b 

 fatal. 

 “You’re finished!” The Envoy Aora’s eyes gleamed with lethal intent as he 

 advanced, his strike poised to pierce Rhett’s heart.

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