Perfect Husband, The Destined One novel Chapter 664

F*ck!

Darryl was dumbfounded at the sight of the whip coming down on him!

What the hell was going on? The young lady in her twenties was a Level Two Martial Saint?

That was right! She was a Level Two Martial Saint!

Darryl was perplexed. It took him great efforts to reach the Level Four Martial Marquis. He went through a rough time. He could not believe that the lady before his eyes was a Level Two Martial Saint!

Darryl thought he must have seen it wrongly. He quickly dodged the whip and spoke to Irene, "Hey pretty, I don't

remember there is any hate between us.

Why this?”

He was sure that he had never offended her! The flick of the whip earlier was meant to take his life. Had he not been nimble enough to avoid it, he would have been killed!

"There's no need for you to know why. You only ought to know that next year, on this very day, it's the day you have passed for a year!" Irene said coldly and she sent out another flick of her whip.

Whoosh!

It was much worse than the first one!

"Cmon pretty! Tell me, why do you want to kill me?" Darryl let out a long sigh.

Irene did not even entertain him one bit. She sent out whip after whip and it was much impactful than the one before.

Sh*t! What was wrong with the lady?

Darryl lost his patience. He took out his Blood Drinking Sword in a backhand movement and charged forward!

F*ck! That was crazy, was it not? How could she go up to him and assaulted him without a word?

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The Blood Drinking Sword collided with the whip and made fitful loud clanging noise.

Initially, Irene thought very little of Darryl. She thought she could beat him down with two strokes of her whip. However, she knew she was wrong after a few exchanges of moves!

What the hell was going on? Though Darryl was only a Level Four Martial Marquis, every single thrust of his sword driven by his internal energy was precise and packed with a punch. She was at no advantage at all!

How could that be?

"Whiz!"

There came another thrust of Darryl's sword. Irene swerved to avoid the blow. An icy look of misery spread across her face!

Being a Level Two Martial Saint, she was annoyed that she was at no ascendancy over a Level Four Martial Marquis after more than fifty rounds of blows! What a shame!

'Whoosh!"

She waved the whip and drove Darryl backward. Irene lifted up her arm and three plum blossoms appeared in her hand! The plum blossoms were evidently products of her internal energy. It twirled around in the sky! That was a technique she acquired recently- Three Stanzas of Plum Blossoms!

Darryl was stupefied! He could see that it was a terrifying technique!

He had no choice but to use the Ascension of the Nine Dragons to repel the deadly attack. He raised both arms and nine dragons emerged!

"Boom!"