Chapter 693 by Marina Vittori

“No, impossible! You were only six years old back then, and you were fast asleep! The Dark Lord shook his hend furiously. Azalea responded, “I’d be dead now if I hadn’t pretended to be asleep ”

“You” The Dark Lord was at a loss for words He could not believe an experienced fighter like him had been played by a six-year-old

“Since you now know the truth, you can die now” Azalea flashed a smile again.

“Wait! You can’t kill me!” The Dark Lord panicked as he clamored, “Don’t forget that you still carry the curse that I planted in you If I die, you won’t survive either!”

He would plant a venomous curse on every new disciple The first reason was to control them better, while the second was to prevent betrayals The current situation was a perfect example.

“The curse? You mean this?” Azalea smiled playfully and took out a clear glass bottle. Inside was a red centipede.

“H-how did you get it out?” The Dark Lord’s expression shifted. The curse he planted was connected to him, no one was able to break it unless the elder of the mystic arts personally

intervened

“I knew today would come, so I asked a miracle doctor to break the curse in advance. What else do

you have to say?” Azalea reached out and squeezed, crushing the bottle with the centipede inside.

“Azalea, let me live, and I’ll teach you everything I know!” The Dark Lord panicked and pleaded. Due to the effects of Tranqurin, he wasn’t able to muster an ounce of internal energy and was

rendered useless.

“There’s no need. Once I find the Grand Sorceress and join the Mystic Arts Order, I’ll naturally get

what I want.” Azalea was unfazed.

“Azalea! Even if you kill me, your parents won’t come back to life. Vengeance only breeds more vengeance. Put down your blade and seek redemption. As long as you spare me, your soul can be saved!” The Dark Lord preached, desperately trying to live. However, as soon as he finished his plea, Azalea raised her sword and swiftly severed his neck, showing no mercy.

“Ugh The Dark Lord’s voice choked. The bloody line on his neck spread rapidly, and in the next second, his head rolled off his shoulders and onto the ground with a thud. He had died with discontentment.

“Only when you die can my soul be saved.” Azalea kicked the Dark Lord’s headless corpse, sending it flying several feet away. Carrying his head, she walked out of the hall, coming to a stop in the courtyard. Looking up at the sky, the chilling snowflakes fell upon her face, carrying at sense of desolation and sorrow.

“Mom Dad… Can you see it? This bastard is dead I personally killed him. I did it. I fulfilled my promise. I avenged the both of you!” With a thud, Azalea dropped to the ground heavily. As she knelt, two lines of tears streamed slowly down her face. She had endured 15 years of humiliation. Today, she finally slayed the murderer. Vengeance was hers