NovelTrueChapter 2106
---- Chapter 2106 The monk roared in fury, "How dare you!" His broad, square face was dark with rage as he
glared at Andrew. The priest remained expressionless, his white robes appearing spotless and ethereal, giving
him an otherworldly air. Next to them was a man in civilian attire with a refined appearance. He seemed to be in
his 50s and spoke ina cool, measured voice. "Tam Morgan Drache, head of the East Veridian Drache family. The
woman in your arms is a remnant of the Greene family.
This woman has brought disaster to the martial world and was once a public enemy of Holtrien's martial
community. Please hand her over to us, and we will be eternally grateful!" Though his tone was polite, there was
no mistaking the cold authority and pressure hidden beneath his words. Andrew raised his brows slightly. The
Drache family of East Veridian was a household nthat was even greater in power than the McCormick family
of Goldridge.
It was said ---- that within the Drache lineage, one man had already reached the pinnacle of a martial emperor,
just a single step away from becoming a martial god, standing at the very summit of the martial path. Therefore,
the Drache family could be said to have one foot already in the door of the elite noble families. It was widely
recognized that when a martial god appeared within a family, that family would be elevated to noble status in
one stroke. Leona cut in sharply, her voice dripping with irritation, " Morgan, why waste words with him? He's
nothing but a nobody.
Just kill him already." She radiated murderous intent and was clearly impatient. In her eyes, Andrew was already
a dead man. Besides, the other three people beside her were all prominent figures from the Southern Martial
Union. Wasting words with sunknown nobody was beneath their dignity. Morgan smiled slightly and said to
Andrew, "You may not know who we are yet. Very well, letenlighten you so you can drop your guard. | won't
repeat my own introduction since you already know. ---- "This great monk is Arturo Barker. He's from the Gilded
Bloom Sanctuary, ranked 13th on the Titan List.
This priest is even more remarkable, the great seer from Mistveil Peak! His reputation shakes our entire Southern
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMartial Union! "As for this lady, she is Leona Hayes from the Wandering Sect, also a renowned figure in our
Southern Martial Union." When he introduced Leona, a flash of arrogance crossed her face, She looked down at
Andrew with contempt, clearly very proud of her status. Andrew shook his head and said with casual
indifference, "I know Mistveil Peak. It's just a bunch of stinking priests.
As for the Gilded Bloom Sanctuary, I've heard of it, but it's far inferior to the Northern Monastery." His words
made Arturo's face darken with fury. He thundered, "Arrogant brat! Do you have the guts to test my staff!"
Andrew ignored him and continued, "The East Veridian Drache family is an old noble house, a decent enough
family, | suppose. But Wandering Sect? What kind of garbage is that? Never heard of it!" His dismissive tone
made Morgan pause in surprise before his brows knit in displeasure. This young man was beyond ---- arrogant;
he had called the great Drache family ‘decent enough’.
Andrew's direct dismissal of the
Wandering Sect as "garbage" that he
had never heard of made Leona
explode with rage. "You little bastard!
I'll rip out your tongue and then stow
you HIE estan Sect is
grbage or not! You uncultured
swine, I'll teach youa lesson for
spouting nonsense in front of me!
Prepare to face your death!" With an
explosive temper, she lashed her
flexible whip directly at Andrew's
face. Her whip was fitted with barbs,
making it an extremely vicious
weapon. By aiming directly at his
face, it was obvious that she wanted
to disfigure him completely. The
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The cruelty in her strike made
Andrew's gaze turn icy cold.
Clutching Shiloh tightly, he stepped
back just in tto avoid the whips
deadly snap. Then J be bfinkof an
eye (he Bhiged forward. His right
hand glowed a fierce crimson as he
shot it out, seizing the whip as it
recoiled. ‘The sudden move caught
even Morgan and the aloof priest,
Ernesto Griffith, off guard. For a brief
moment, they froze. And in that
instant, Leona's whip was wrenched
from her -— grasp by Andrew's hand.
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