Chapter 695

The punch was thrown with every ounce of his strength, filled with a murderous intent that seemed to pierce the heavens. Even Sunniva, standing to the side, felt the terrifying aura.

The onlookers braced for the inevitable. Liam was a goner.

After all, no one had ever survived a blow from Woden.

As Woden lunged forward, Yankel lounged on the couch. A twisted smirk crept across his face as if he were about to savor the spectacle of Liam getting taken down.

Sunniva's face turned ghostly white as she watched Liam, her eyes swimming with worry and regret. She cursed herself for dragging him into that mess, knowing his pride would not let him back down. It might even cost him his life.

However, the expected beatdown never came. Liam stood there, the picture of serenity, his expression unchanging.

Woden's lethal punch hung frozen in the air, inches from its mark.

With an easy grace, Liam reached out and caught the punch as if it were nothing.

Sunniva, who had been mourning the loss o