Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3294

The gray-haired martial god from the Hearst family gasped sharply. For the first time, fear appeared on his face.

Jeffery looked up, staring blankly at Andrew's figure. Without him realizing it, his voice had become bitter and hoarse.

His smile was forced as he said, "Fine! Since you've shown your trump card, the Hearst family has nothing to say. Retreat, we're leaving!"

Without hesitation, he ordered the withdrawal.

Zavian was unwilling, "Elder Jeffery, how can we retreat? My father's death…"

Jeffery shouted sharply, "We're leaving! There's nothing more to discuss!"

His back was drenched in cold sweat. If Andrew did not play by the rules and simply used his overwhelming power to slaughter the Hearst family's top fighters, killing Zavian, the gray-haired martial god, and everyone else, then the Hearst family's status would truly plummet, and their downfall would not be far away.

Seeing Zavian still questioning him so foolishly, Jeffery felt a chill run through his heart.

Beyond Mortal Limits was not a concept he fully understood. He only knew that the Hearst family could not possibly stand against one, and trying to do so could mean total annihilation.

The Lloyd family had actually produced another top-tier powerhouse. Among the three great royal families, perhaps there truly was no one left who could compete with them anymore.

Moreover, Pablo's death would effectively have to be left unresolved. For a moment, Jeffery's mood hit rock bottom.

Meanwhile, Zavian and the gray-haired martial god were both trembling under Andrew's icy gaze.

Seeing Jeffery retreat, they involuntarily followed suit.

Suddenly, Zavian whipped his head around, his eyes bloodshot, gripping his sword tightly. "Andrew, even if you're Beyond Mortal Limits, the Hearst family may retreat, but I absolutely will not!"

He ground his teeth, his face full of determination. "Today, I'll experience your power firsthand. I don't care even if it means I'll die a horrible death!"

With an angry roar, he gripped Crescent Reaper and charged at Andrew.

Jeffery and the others never expected Zavian to do this. They all shouted furiously.

"Zavian, come back!"

"This is suicide! Come back right now!"

Zavian felt his heart pounding wildly, but stubbornly replied, "Elder Jeffery, please take the Hearst disciples back. Even if I die, I must seek some justice for my father!"

He leaped up, and before his weapon, chaotic shadows crisscrossed as he slashed at Andrew.

Andrew smirked and then let go.

Zavian fell to the ground, immediately covered in dirt. He shouted, "Bastard, what the hell?"

The worst of the fall had been softened when Andrew caught him, and this last drop did not cause any real damage. Nonetheless, it was humiliating beyond measure.

Andrew had obviously done it on purpose.

Therefore, Zavian was furious beyond measure.

Andrew sneered, "If this is all your family's disciples amount to, then you're nothing special. You're so determined to avenge your father, but do you really think you're qualified to seek revenge?"

Zavian's face flushed red. He clenched his teeth and spat out another mouthful of blood.

Sheena walked over, stomped her foot on his chest, and gave him two hard slaps.

Zavian roared in rage.

Sheena delivered two more slaps, leaving his head ringing. "Those slaps were for your earlier nonsense. For running your mouth and showing off when you had no right to."