Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2107

"Hah, you're overestimating yourself! Grabbing my whip? You can forget about keeping that hand!" Leona sneered, but her expression changed in an instant as a sharp cry escaped her lips.

Andrew yanked hard, the force ripping through the weapon.

Unprepared, Leona was dragged forward several steps. Humiliated and enraged, she had to steady herself by sinking her energy deep into her core before regaining balance. Yet, the moment she caught herself, a violent gust howled toward her.

Andrew had already closed the gap, striking first. His Inferno Strike blazed straight for her forehead, the attack decisive and lightning-fast.

Leona felt her delicate body swaying, unable to stand steady. Especially with the scorching pressure bearing down on her face, she could barely breathe.

"Ernesto, save me!" At the brink of death, Leona screamed, her eyes wide with terror.

She had never imagined Andrew would be this ruthless or this strong. One slip, and her life would be snuffed out in his hands.

"So young, yet already so ruthlessly vicious. Very well. Let me teach you a lesson."

Ernesto was still holding his sword as he snorted coldly. Then, his sword, still in its sheath, shot out at stunning speed!

It struck Andrew's Inferno Strike head-on, steel vibrating violently with the force. The sword quaked, releasing waves of power that shattered Andrew's attack within moments.

Leona escaped with her life, leaping backward, her face drenched in sweat. She pointed a trembling, hate-filled finger at Andrew. "You little bastard! I'm going to kill you!"

Morgan's voice was cold. "That's enough. We've held our tempers out of courtesy, offering you fair words again and again. But do not mistake that for weakness. If any one of us truly struck, you would already be bleeding out where you stand."

Andrew's smile twisted, his expression edged with fury. "Damn hypocrites… Trying to snatch someone away while talking about justice. And you dare call it reason? Don't fool yourselves. You may be powerful, but even if the entire Mistveil Peak sect or the whole Southern Martial Union came at me, I wouldn't care."

His arrogance ignited the fury of everyone present.

Arturo bellowed, his voice booming. "Step aside, all of you! Let me cleanse this devil once and for all. He's blinded by darkness, and he must be slain!"

Leona snarled in agreement. "Arturo, I'll join you! That little thief must be ground to dust!"