Chapter203
Author: Blue lace
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Chapter203

The crimson cloacked man staggered backward dye to the pillar of multicoloured martial energy which shot into the sky, destroying his palm imprint.

After regaining his balance, his gaze peered downward and he saw the person who had attacked him and ruined his attempt to destroy the imperial palace of the Victorium empire.

His eyes instantly widened in disbelief as he started at the person who had attacked him and he blurted out in shock. "It's you?"

"He, did you really think that this emperor will let you distro the imperial palace when I am still alive, and furthermore my daughter in law and her family as still in the imperial palace"

"If I let you destroy it all kill then all then how will I face my son, that brat Felix" Emperor Jon said as he streavhef his back.

"It's the Emperor, he's still alive and he just defended the imperial palace of the Victorium empire" Tye citizens if the Victorium empire all gazed up with shock but excited gazes when they saw
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