"Just because of this man! You have to challenge me regardless of life and death?"

The voice of the Great Lord became cold at this moment. His questioning voice echoed in the hall of the Dark Temple like cold wind. Under the cover of the cold will, a layer of frost visible to the naked eye quickly condensed on the ground. In an instant, the dark hall seemed to be frozen.

Just like with all the parents in the world, seeing his originally well-behaved daughter choose to quarrel with her parents because of a hateful man, and even break up, this made the thinking of the great lord fall into a very bad misunderstanding for a moment.

If you look at it rationally, Flynn's arrest and Tellia challenged him was actually two unrelated things, but when it happened at the same time, it cast a different shadow on the incident and also made the Lord's hatred for Flynn Feverde increase several levels in an instant.

Terion clearly remembered that he did give Teria a chance.

At that time, he handed over the refined dragon blood essence to Teria, and told her that at any time, when Teria felt that time was right, this stubborn girl could challenge the great lord and use a real battle to resolve the uneliminate obsession in Teria's heart.

As the dead, the great lord is very clear about the power of obsession. If this thing is not solved, it will be like a seed buried in the earth, constantly drawing nutrients from life and time, and finally break through the obstacles of the mind and reason, and then completely distort a normal soul. It is often born because of hatred and pain, so it will not receive good feedback. The power of the explosion of obsession can completely destroy a person.

He hopes to use a battle method, or a challenge, to use this kind of test to make Talia truly bid farewell to the past and integrate into a new life.

But the Great Lord never imagined that his precious daughter would choose to draw his sword to face him one day because of another man.

He knew that this day would come, but he never thought that the scene would become so difficult, and the undead's persistence in emotions was quite terrible. The moment Telia raised her sword, the anger and pain in the heart of the Great Lord became unparalleled.

Faced with his questioning, Teria said nothing, and the tit-for-tat confrontation between father and daughter made the entire hall look like a battlefield. Sellers and Delin beside Terion felt the change of things, especially when the Great Lord stood up from the throne with anger, Delin and Delin also stood up at the same time.

"Calm down! Terion!"

Dailin glared fiercely at Telia and Flynn behind her. He walked forward and pulled Telion's wrist, and he said in a deep voice:

"This kid doesn't mean that, you misunderstood her!"

"Misunderstand?"

Terion's voice did not change much, but the Ashes Messenger who jumped into his palm represented his thoughts at this time. The Great Lord looked at Teria below and said coldly:

"Is this really a misunderstanding? My daughter?"

Looking at Terion's blue eyes, Teria was a little afraid, but the emotions in her heart made her grit her teeth and responded positively to her father's question:

"Even if Flynn is not here, Father, I will still challenge you!"

"Enough!"

Boval grabbed Telia's wrist and angrily shouted:

"You're dizzy, Teria, apologize to Terion! You can't talk to your adoptive father like this!"

Faced with the stop of her biological father and the concerns in Bervar's eyes, Telia stammered her neck, like a real warrior, and said to her biological father:

"No! Father, this is my agreement with Terion...Flynn's arrival has only accelerated the process. There is always a battle between us! This is for you and Sellers!"

Teria's answer made the Duke of the Dead, holding her wrist, tighten the fingers tightened suddenly. Berval glanced at Sellers beside him, the major general of the Dead Sea Fleet, and former port chief Sellers shook his head. He said to Teria:

"Silly kid, your father and I don't need you to do this for us at all! We don't want to see the current situation... The past may be due to fate, but it belongs to our destiny, and it has nothing to do with you. Child, your father and I just hope you can live happily! Instead of coming here so irrationally, doing something you can't do at all!"

"Go back, Telia!"

Major General Cyrus reached out and patted Tellia on his shoulder, and he whispered:

"I promise you that Flynn will not die. Go back and stop hurting Terion's heart. He cares for you no less than us."

"Yes, Teria, I know you can fight, but challenging Terion...it's crazy!"

Even Flynn, who was standing behind Telia, said to her girlfriend in a worried tone:

"You don't need to save me, I can face it all by myself, baby, I'm a man, I don't want my woman to save me, I mean..."

"Shut up!"

Boval and Sellers interrupted Flynn's words in unison, and Boval said to the young man in a cold tone:

"We are talking between father and daughter, and here we have no share of your words! In my opinion, you are the source of all evil in this matter. Without you, all this would not have happened!"

"Flynn's fault, it's not Flynn's fault."

The girl sighed, she raised her head and looked at her two fathers. She reached out to pull out the sword from the ground, and said:

"This is not just for you, Father, even if you don't want me to do this, I still have to do something for you, otherwise I will be uneasy! Another voice in my mind has been scolding me for recognizing the thief as my father... I am in pain. Let me finish this. If it cannot be completed, I will never feel relaxed in my life."

After saying that, Teria shook Bervar away the hand holding her wrist and walked forward two steps. She raised her head, and her black eyes looked at Terion on the throne, and she shouted loudly in a hoarse voice:

"Terion! I'm here to challenge you!"

"very good!"

The roar of Teria made a trace of anger in the heart of the great lord finally reach its peak. He looked at Dailin with a cold face. The latter sighed and let go of his hand. Terion walked down the stairs step by step. The ashes messenger with heavy wrists, and the cold frost lingered on his body. He looked at Teria holding a sword and shield in front of him, as if he was looking at a stranger:

"Look! This is my good daughter...you really make me sad!"

"Since you are so confident, let me see how hard my good daughter's wings are..."

As soon as the words were finished, the ashes messenger in the Great Lord's hand brought black sword shadows as his wrist flipped over, while Teria took a step back and raised the shield in her hand in a standard warrior blocking posture and blocked her.

"Bang"

The ashes messenger exuding cold touched the surface of Teria's shield. In less than a second, the shield made by the black iron emperor Sorison was completely frozen from the inside out. In the extreme cold, the strongest steel was no more tough than wood. When he felt the terrifying power sensed on his wrist, Teria, whose face changed drastically, threw away the shield and retreated quickly.

"Clang"

The black heavy shield had not yet touched the ground, and it seemed like ice cracks were cracked. Under the vibration of the force exerted by Terion, it scattered like ice chips.

Among the gorgeous flying ice flowers, the great lord maintained a chopping posture, and a touch of pale frost power flowed over his body. He looked at his retreating daughter, Telia's left hand holding the shield was trembling abnormally, and there was a thick layer of frost on the steel armour on her left arm.

"I only used less than one tenth of my strength, my daughter."

Terion held a sharp blade in his hand and walked leisurely towards the warrior girl who was doing her best. He said without any emotion:

"Listen to me, it's still time to give up now!"

“But from childhood to adulthood…”

Teria gritted her teeth and tore the destroyed hand armor on her left arm and threw it under her feet. The enchanted armor can indeed fight against magic, but it has its limits. When facing Terion's sharp and unparalleled offensive, 90% of the world's defensive magic is meaningless.

But the warrior girl did not show any expression of fear or despair. She raised her head and moved her frost-damaged left arm. She held the long sword of the Wind Chaser in her hands with both hands. She looked at Terion, and a smile belonging to the warrior rose on her face:

"From childhood, father, you have never taught me what it means to give up..."

The smile on Telia's face made the Great Lord stunned. He still remembered that when he first taught Telia to fight, the child's face also had such a smile like a fighting boy. She was so cute and well-behaved at that time...

"It's my turn!"

Facing the God of Death holding a sharp blade, Teria, who failed in the first round, was not discouraged, but instead launched a counterattack. Under the gaze of the big bosses, the child dragged the sword wrapped in the power of wind and thunder and charged towards Terion standing in place. At this moment, her body swept across the frozen platform like a gust of wind and wind, and brute force belonging to the warrior was exerted on the ground, shattering pieces of ice released by the great lord.

"ah!"

The sharp sword blade of the wind-trailer slashed towards the body of the great lord, and the fiery red anger bloomed like flames, which made the young girl look like a god of war, but this rapid blow could not hurt the great lord at all. The moment the blade fell, Terion's body turned out strangely as if there were no bones, and the sword blade almost wiped against his chest and fell down.

"Strength is enough, but skill is just a little bit short."

The Great Lord's fingers flicked gently on his daughter's wrist holding the sword, and the armor on Telia's arms made a harsh tearing sound like a heavy blow between the bullets. When the twisted steel was broken, the Wind-Traveler came out and whistled into the ground. Telia's hands were cut open by a sharp blade, and blood splattered everywhere at this moment.

"It hurts so much."

Talia, who had taken several steps back, looked pale, her hands were swaying, and bright red blood slid from her fingers bit by bit. This inevitable blow was easily resolved by her father, which made her feel an indescribable setback.

The great lord reached out and grabbed the Wind Chaser. He glanced at his daughter, waved his hand and threw the sword back. The battle sword penetrated into the ground at the foot of Teria, and the hilt trembled slightly.

"Is it necessary to admit defeat?"

Terion's sarcastic voice came:

"This is your confidence in challenging me? What are you going to use to defeat me? Teria, do you use your tears?"

The bitter mockery made Talia grit her teeth. The stubborn girl grabbed the sword with her flesh-and-blooded hands. She took a deep breath silently. The fiery red anger once again rose on Talia's body. After realizing that she could not fight against her battle-hardened father in any case, the warrior girl sank her will into the sword in her hand.

The Wind Chaser is a true legendary weapon. Its steel blade contains the pure power of wind and thunder. It is a self-conscious weapon. The connection between Telia and it is slightly weak, but it is enough to mobilize the true power of this sword.

Under the call of Teria, the shattered lightning extended the blade of the Wind Chaser and wrapped around her fingers and arms bit by bit, tangling with the fiery red anger, causing Teria's body to evolve towards the thunder and lightning to mobilize vertically and horizontally.

The moment the girl opened her eyes, a blue lightning flashed away from the corners of her eyes.

"Swish"

Talia's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, like lightning rushing. When it appeared again, the thunder and lightning roaring wind-trailer battle sword was only less than 1 inch away from the Great Lord's chest, as fast as lightning. However, this sword blade, which was only a little short of the target, could no longer advance.

Because it was steadily sandwiched in the air by two slender fingers that emitted cold air.

"It's almost...my daughter."

The Great Lord looked at Telia calmly and said:

"Try again!"

"Clang"

With a heavy blow, Teria's slender body flew backwards again. Terion controlled the power. The attack did not end in death, but the pain was inevitable.

The girl stood up from the fall, gasping, stretched out her trembling hand, and wiped the blood oozing from the corner of her mouth. In front of her, her father raised the Wind Chaser, and while her fingers were wiping, the long sword was once again accurately inserted under her feet, just like a sarcasm from the Great Lord.

"This is crazy! Wait for me, Telia, I'll save you!"

Flynn watched his girlfriend grab the sword again, and he clenched his fists and rushed into the battlefield, but the moment he raised his feet, the bone knife in Bewal's hand pressed against his neck, and the soul fire in the eyes of the Duke of the Dead had already swayed to a level similar to a storm. He looked at Flynn and said word by word:

"No! Go!"

"That's your daughter! You're crazy!"

Flynn's eyes were red and her tone was fiercely refuted:
To be continued...