Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2780

Andrew was startled and immediately sensed an indescribable, sinister force heading toward his heart. His first instinct was to immediately activate the totem power on his chest.

Unknown to others, beneath his clothes, the Blood-Eyed Black Dragon tattoo suddenly lit up. Then, that sinister force rushing toward Andrew's heart was expelled. Aside from a trace of blood leaking from the corner of his mouth, he was virtually unharmed.

"Huh?" Julius' brow furrowed even deeper.

He did not understand why Andrew could withstand his long-distance pressure. After all, he was not even a martial emperor yet. Even if he were a martial emperor like Damon or Titus, they absolutely would not be able to resist his peak martial god attack.

Although it was just a casual strike, the power of a peak martial god was still undeniable. In his eyes, martial emperors were like toddlers facing a tiger, completely defenseless.

With a cold snort, Julius was about to strike a second time. Damon and Titus were still entangled with Andrew, and he could not stand watching anymore, mainly because powerful figures from three other factions had already arrived.

This made Julius feel truly embarrassed.

"Julius, today, either you die, or I do!" One wore a sheer veil and charged straight at Julius, while the other, steady and resolute, rushed into Andrew's clash to assist him.

Brielle and Jerome had arrived!

Julius remained seated, not moving an inch. He only muttered dismissively, "You're overestimating yourself!"

He added, "Give me time, and I'll tower above everyone in Holtrien's martial world. Guillermo, Luther, Alfredo, the elders from the Umbral Peak Sect? I'll crush them all under my heel!"

Julius burst into wild, arrogant laughter, his ambitions written all over his face. Then, he reached out his right hand and yanked viciously toward Eric.

Eric's body jerked as his head was ripped upward by an invisible force, and in an instant, Julius held it suspended in his palm.

"With just a thought from me, this little bastard's skull will burst open. Now, Brielle, come kneel and pledge your loyalty. Or I will let you watch your own bastard child turn into scraps. I imagine the sight would be spectacular."