บททั้งหมดของ Last Man Standing: บทที่ 571 - บทที่ 580

Betty moved swiftly, her wrist flicking in a blur as her sword left a trail of afterimages. In a heartbeat, she wove a net of sword energy so vast and fearsome that it obliterated everything within a kilometer. Sword marks appeared on a nearby wooden tower, bearing witness to the might of her attack.The air around her whirled into madness, quickly spinning into a vortex that seemed to pulse with her heartbeat."Face my blade!" roared Betty, her voice slicing through the chaos.Sword shadows converged in a blur, the ghostly blades streaking toward Howard like meteors, their force unstoppable."You've got the look but not the essence. Wale swordplay? You haven't even tapped into a fraction of its true power!" Howard's voice boomed, his presence overwhelming hers in an instant.Simultaneously, a thunderous wind roared, and a blood-red streak of light, swift as lightning, cleaved the sky.The world turned wild, winds howling, lightning flashing, thunder rolling, and the blood-red sl

Howard and his companion stepped into the garden.As they surveyed the scene, they spotted three men pinning Anissa down on a bench inside a rundown gazebo, her coat in tatters."Scum!" Mystical Chubby's brow furrowed in disgust. He leaped forward, unleashing a fierce gust with his swift movement.The three men, caught in their vile act, did not even see it coming. They were hurled through the air, slamming onto the stone pavement outside the gazebo, twitching for a moment before lying still.Mystical Chubby always despised evil. Faced with such vile behavior, he showed no mercy."You?!" Time seemed to freeze as Berrte shrieked in disbelief. "How did you get into the Snyder family estate?"Howard paid her no mind. He strode over to Anissa and gently placed his coat around her shoulders."You... Hello, who might you be?" Anissa's voice was tentative, steadying herself after the shock."Just a second," Howard said, then turned to Mystical Chubby with a grim command, "Finish her."

"Do I... am I supposed to know you?" Anissa's eyes widened in confusion.She had been too intimidated to really look at him before, knowing he was none other than the renowned King of the West, Master Howard.However, as Howard's words sank in, she could not help but study his face."Why do you look so familiar?" she asked, her voice tinged with wonder after a long pause."Remember who gave you that jade pendant you're wearing?" Howard asked with a gentle smile.The moment he walked in, he spotted the jade necklace Anissa had on. It was the same one he had given her for her eighth birthday.The red cord was different, but the pendant was unforgettable to him. He had carved that sword-shaped piece from a single block of jade with his own hands."What!?" Anissa gasped, her face painted with sheer astonishment. She trembled, her expression a mix of disbelief and excitement.She caught her breath and blurted, "You... You're Harlow!?"Her mind had been racing through memories of pe

Minutes later, they made their way through the back of the sprawling courtyard to a cave entrance.The guards were gone—probably called off to the front.Howard scanned the area and spotted a middle-aged man collapsed on the ground.His clothes were ragged and filthy, hair a mess, beard drooping to his chest, eyes empty and spiritless, his whole presence weak.That man was Marciano, the once-proud head of the Snyder family.No more. He was a shadow of his former self, looking worse off than a street beggar.Betty had been heartless to leave her son in such a terrible state."Dad!" Anissa ran over to him."A...Anis?" Marciano's empty gaze briefly lit up at the sound of Anissa's voice.Their survival, father and daughter, hinged on the strength they drew from each other. Without that, they might have given up on life a long time ago."Dad..." Anissa reached him, tears flowing freely, and gently guided him to sit on a large rock."Anis... What brings you here today? It's not ou

"So, is the King of the West looking for a way to strike back later?" the buzz-cut man asked sternly."Why not tell you? I'm Quim Snyder, the lord of the Imperial Order!""Judge, look him up!" Howard commanded.The Shadow Sect's archives held detailed records of all officials from the various departments in Ciolara. Finding someone's information was a simple task.Many folks had their share of dark pasts, but the Shadow Sect had not made a move on them yet. Partly because they had bigger fish to fry, and partly because not every sin calls for a death sentence."Got it!" The Judge nodded, slid his blade back into its sheath, and whipped out his phone to do a quick search."What... What are you planning?" Quim's eyes narrowed, a shiver running down his spine as he watched The Judge."Better start praying," Hacks shot back with a frosty tone."Sir, we've got it!" Minutes later, The Judge turned to Howard and announced, "This one's crimes are grave. He deserves the ax!""Then let'