Perfect Husband, The Destined One novel Chapter 1219

Darryl walked towards the Emperor step by step with horrible killing intent.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The New World Emperor felt as if each step he took seemed heavy.

He could feel Darryl's suffocating murderous intent. The Emperor's face paled —his heart was alarmed, and his body shivered uncontrollably!

The Country Secretary and Sloan were two great guardians, yet one was dead and the other wounded!

Darryl had killed more than ten thousand royal guards and a hundred thousand soldiers.

The New World Emperor finally realized

that he had underestimated Darryl's strength!

It was as if the God of War had possessed the man!

'What should I do?'

The New World Emperor's legs felt like jelly. He had completely set aside his imposing manner.

Would he die in Darryl's hands that day?

In the blink of an eye, Darryl had gone up to the New World Emperor with his Blood Drinking Sword and shouted, "Master, your spirit can now rest in peace in heaven!"

After Darryl said that, the Blood Drinking Sword shot a bright light targeted at the New World Emperor's neck.

"No!"

Someone exclaimed. Then, a slim figure ran to the Emperor's front—she kept the man behind her.

It was Yvette!

Darryl frowned when he realized that it was Yvette. The Blood Drinking Sword suddenly stopped in the air.

"Step aside!"

Darryl's face paled. Then, he spoke coldly without the slightest change in his eyes.

The Emperor must die!

No one could stop it!

Darryl's face was cold. He did not want to say anything else. "I'll say it one more time —move aside!"

If it were anyone else, Darryl would have brushed them aside mercilessly.

However, it was Yvette; for some reason, he could not do that.

Unfortunately, the New World Emperor must also die that day.

'I must bury him with my master!'

Yvette became anxious after she felt

Darryl’s indifference. Tears continued to fall as she cried, "Darryl, please! I beg you! If you have to kill to vent your hatred, you

can kill me instead! Please spare my father's life!"

Yvette had completely foregone her image as a princess when she did all that. She held onto Darryl's leg and gritted her teeth; she would not let go!

At the same time, tears continued to stream down her cheeks!

She had never asked for any favor from anyone since she was young. She had let go of her dignity as a princess when she knelt and begged Darryl; she wanted him to spare her father’s life. She would do anything if he could agree to her request!