Chapter 685
Cherished By Seven Sisters
Chapter 685 Three Slaps Donât mention the age, for as long as oneâs cultivation reaches profound depths, age becomes but a number, irrelevant to their vitality.
Upon reflection, Emrys realized that Athos hadnât truly been defeated in his past encounters. That woman may not have given him the most aesthetically pleasing introduction, but she had imparted upon him invaluable mastery of techniques.
It was undoubtedly a foolproof path to profit without any accompanying loss.
Ameeraâs allure was undeniable, but her current harsh demeanor significantly tarnished her otherwise appealing image.
Emrys couldnât help but think to himself, She might be attractive, but that attitude is a real turnâoff.
He decided to voice his thoughts, saying, âLook, I understand, youâre much older than me, but weâre not related, and you donât hold any significant role in my life. So how can you accuse me of disrespecting you?â
Emrysâ lack of respect for Ameera was evident, and upon hearing his words, Pamela, standing nearby, couldnât suppress a bitter laugh bubbling up inside her.
Those words struck a chord with her; they reminded her of when she first met Emrys, who had insulted her by calling her an âold witch.â
The sting of being called old was something women of any age detested.
As expected, Ameeraâs expression turned iceâcold in an instant, and her nostrils flared with indignation.
What does he mean by âmuch olderâ than me? Isnât he just in his twenties or thirties? And how could he use âmuchâ twice in a row? We donât have that big of an age gap between us!
Ameera, incensed, raised her hand with the intention of delivering a resounding slap to Emrysâ face.
âYou ignorant baldy!â she exclaimed, âToday, Iâm going to teach you a lesson in basic humanity!â
âWhoa, slow down there!â Quincey, taken aback by Ameeraâs impending action, quickly intervened.
âMs. Lozano, young people can be impulsive and might say the wrong things. Why bother getting into an argument with him?â
Chapter 685 Three Slaps 006 17.19 Ameera shot Quincey a cold glance and responded, âMr. Gallagher, are you trying to protect him? Heâs no longer a disciple of your sect, right? You said yourself that his life or death doesnât concern you.
Since it doesnât concern you, then is there a problem with me educating this disrespectful kid?â
Quincey contemplated for a moment before replying. âSince youâve made up your mind, please proceed as you wish. However, I feel compelled to remind you not to regret your decision later.â
After all, you stand no chance against Emrys.
Ameera scoffed. Regret? What a joke!
Overwhelmed with rage, she didnât hesitate any longer and directed her icy gaze back at Emrys.
âYouâre being incredibly rude, baldy. I think three slaps as a lesson wouldnât be too excessive, would it?â
Emrys calmly responded, âNot too much at all.â
Unexpectedly, Emrys displayed remarkable composure and continued, âI can handle three slaps without a problem. But Iâm not sure you have the ability to deliver them.â
Ameera retorted angrily, âYouâre about to find out!â With a cold huff, she chose to skip the verbal exchange and went straight for the slap, her hand poised to strike Emrys face.
You have the audacity to lay a finger on me?
A chill suddenly flashed through Emrysâs dark ever Initially, out of respect for Ninetteâs mother, he had planned to let her save face. However, her confrontational approach left him with no choice but to stand his ground.
Donât push your luck!
âQuincey!â
As Ameeraâs hand was about to make contact and Emrys was prepared to respond, a deafening roar suddenly erupted from within the Crimson Sun Sect.
Boom!
The powerful shout, filled with the essence of sword energy, caused the Crimson Sun Sectâs Mountain Defense Formation to tremble slightly, startling all those in attendance, although it paled in comparison to the force Emrys had previously unleashed.
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Chapter 685 Three Slaps Ameeraâs expression froze, and the slap she had intended to deliver remained suspended. never finding its mark.
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