Chapter 928 Killing Every Last One of Them


    The crowd was surprised at the ck-robed man insulting Lue.


    He even went so far as to threaten her openly, dering that today would be the day she died.


    In this world, no one had ever been so reckless as to spew such brazen arrogance-especially not at an Aldridge banquet.


    What the man in the ck robe likely didn''t know was that at this very moment, over ten sniper rifles were trained on his head from various vantage points around the venue.


    One tap of Lue''s phone and his life would be snuffed out in an instant.


    The guests outside the banquet hall were momentarily frozen in shock.


    Their first thought was that this man was either utterly suicidal orpletely deranged.


    Nestor was taken aback too.


    He scrutinized the intruder carefully but couldn''t determine his origins.


    Lue''s expression darkened.


    With a coldugh, she said, "A nobody like you has no right to decide my fate!"


    Abel, the ck-robed man, let out a sinister cackle.


    "That''s not up to you!"


    "Who are you to spout such nonsense?" Pierre stepped forward and barked, "Get out of here this instant!"


    Abel chuckled. "Trash like you has no right to speak. Stay out of my way if you don''t want to die."


    Pierre raised his fist and charged at Abel.


    With a dull thud, Pierre was sent flying 25 feet backward.


    He struggled to get up, coughing up a mouthful of blood as his vision spun.


    The guests in the banquet hall instinctively stepped back further, crowding against the edges of the room.


    For someone to possess such overwhelming strength, it was no wonder he had the confidence to speak so arrogantly.


    However, they were curious about the reason this man was so intent on taking Lue''s life.


    All eyes in the room turned to Nestor, the Spartine Warrior Champion.


    If anyone could take down Abel and save Lue, it had to be him.


    Yet Nestor remained rooted to the spot, showing no intention of stepping forward.


    He had already discerned that Abel''s strength far surpassed his own.


    To act now would be to court disaster.


    Teagan, observing the situation, saw an opportunity.


    This was the perfect chance to y the hero and win Lue''s favor.


    If he had stepped forward to save Lue and defeated Abel now, she would surely have seen him in a new light.


    Women, after all, were emotional beings, and Lue would be no exception.


    Furthermore, the Caffereys and Aldridges were at least somewhat evenly matched in status.


    With this thought, Teagan pointed coldly at Abel. "How dare you behave so insolently! Did I give you permission to do that?"


    Abelughed. "Permission? Hahaha! Who do you think you are? Self-centered fool! Get lost!"


    Teagan''s fury erupted, and he clenched his fists tightly. "I am a Seven-Star Spartine Warrior!"


    "A Seven-Star Spartine Warrior?" Abel''s eerieughter grew louder. "Spartine Warriors are nothing but garbage!"


    A flicker of coldness shed across Nestor''s face.


    Teagan tightened his fists and turned to Nestor. "Mr. Nestor, let me deal with this lunatic first!"


    Before Nestor could stop him, Teaganunched a punch with all his strength.


    But his full-force blow felt as though it had struck thin air.


    Its power waspletely absorbed.


    Bang! Teagan''s burly figure flew backward like a shrimp andnded heavily beside Pierre.


    Nestor''s heart skipped a beat, and a wave of shock swept over him.


    Initially, he had judged Abel to be formidable but believed he could at least hold his own against him.


    However, after witnessing Abel''s effortless defeat of Teagan, his confidence evaporated.


    Though Teagan wasn''t among the


    top-tier Spartine Warriors, his


    strength was not something t


    ordinary fighter could easily ovee.


    Yet Abel had dismissed him with a casual move.


    From the force of that single blow, it was clear Abel had no intention of killing Pierre or Teagan.


    If he had, they''d already be dead.


    Abel nced at Teagan, who was still coughing up blood, and shook his head.


    "Boy, you''re far too weak. You guys are a pack of useless fools who only fight amongst yourselves."


    He then turned his gaze to Nestor, whose face was grim.


    "This is between me and the Aldridges. I advise you to stay out of it, or I won''t hesitate to eliminate you as well."


    Nestor hesitated for a long moment but ultimately did not step forward.


    The disappointment in the eyes of the distinguished guests was palpable.


    The so-called Spartine Warrior Champion, who had boasted of being unbeatable, now didn''t even dare to utter a word. Nestor wasn''t bothered by it.


    Reputation could be rebuilt; what mattered was that the Aldridges'' feud with Abel was none of his concern.


    He had no intention of getting involved in a blood feud between powerful families.


    Abel approached Lue and pointed at her. "Are youing with me, or do I settle this here and now?"


    Lue snorted coldly. "Who are you? Why are you hiding yourself from us?"


    Abel pulled back the hood of his


    cloak, revealing his face. "There''s et


    nothing to hide. You know Ernst,


    don''tyou? He''s my gra


    "The grudge between the Cesars and the Aldridges has lingered for more than half a century. It''s time for it toe to an end."


    Lue''s eyes widened in shock. "You ... you''re a descendant of the Cesars?"


    Abel smiled faintly. "I am Abel, Ernst''s grandson.


    "Today marks the fulfillment of the Aldridges'' third blood curse."


    A surge of ck mist erupted from his palm, rushing toward Lue like a tidal wave.


    Robin stepped forward, shielding Lue. "I can''t believe that the pathetic Dark Night Alliance is associated with Ernst."


    The ck mist smashed into the banquet floor, leaving a half-foot-deep crater.


    Abel''s eyes narrowed in shock as he scrutinized Robin. "W-who are you?"


    Robin sneered. "The one who''s going to kill you."


    "Are you sure you want to meddle in my grudge with the Aldridges?" Abel''s voice was cold as the ck mist in his palm grew denser. "Let me tell you, I''m part of the Dark Night Alliance!"


    Robin shielded Luelle and dered, "Then hear this-I''ll kill everyst one of you guys! No matter who you are!"


    With that, Robin struck Abel''s head with his palm.


    Bang!


    Abel''s body flew backward, his head hitting the ground with a sickening thud. Teagan was covered in the aftermath of the impact.


    The banquet hall erupted in screams.


    The once-terrifying Abel had been killed in one move by the mysterious young man!


    Nestor and Teagan stared in stunned silence.


    They finally realized that Robin''s strength was far beyond anything they could match.


    They were thankful they hadn''t challenged him directly.


    Lue stood frozen for a long moment before snapping out of her daze.


    She finally understood the true meaning of the blood curse tied to her 20th birthday.


    Ernst had spent decades orchestrating this, aiming to systematically destroy every member of the Aldridges.


    If not for Robin, she would have been the one to die here today.


    Under the dazzling lights, Lue


    stared at Robin''s tall figure. Unable to hold back her emotions any longer, she threw herself into his arms, tears streaming down her face.


    "Robin, if it weren''t for you, Grandpa and I would die today! Boo-hoo..."