Emperor Charlotte Grey just made a move!
The white silk flew through the air!
Directly wrapping around his arm!
Lucien Radcliffe swiftly pulled!
Bam!
The unprepared Emperor Charlotte Grey was sent flying by the white silk, crashing into the wall.
"Who?"
Emperor Charlotte Grey staggered as he got up from the ground, touched his nose, and said with some surprise, "Little girl?"
This series of actions was as smooth as flowing water, too seamless, making Emperor Charlotte Grey have to take this little girl seriously.
But Lucien Radcliffe did not answer him, instead she thrust a palm forward!
"Impudent!"
Once the king of Swimming City, Emperor Charlotte Grey, had an incomparable arrogance!
Now being toyed with by a little girl, how can he swallow this indignation?
He was about to draw his sword!
Clang!
Lucien Radcliffe pressed a hand on the sword hilt, pushing back the half-drawn sword of Emperor Charlotte Grey!
The palm hit him right in the chest!
Crack!
