Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2017

Maurice declared proudly, "The Driscoll family is the pillar of Gabo Creek. You've repeatedly courted death, and we have been tolerant enough with you. Now you have the audacity to come here demanding we release Victoria?"

He growled, "Fine, get on your knees right now and show your submission to the Driscoll family. Then, I'll order her release."

Andrew's eyes turned icy in an instant. "Then the Driscoll family can go straight to hell. Gabo Creek isn't that big. In my eyes, your family has never been much of a power. Maurice, to me, you're nothing more than an oversized ant."

Maurice was furious that Andrew dared to look down on him. Before he could say another word, Andrew had already moved. He shot forward like an arrow, charging straight toward the gates.

Maurice waved his hand. "Kill him!"

Eight martial kings leapt out like wolves, blocking Andrew's path. At the same time, the Driscoll family's Shadow Division surged forward, over 100 armed elites swarming in for the kill.

Tiana gritted her teeth. "Leave no survivors… Kill them all!"

She struck first, holding nothing back.

Lauren, Francesca, and Aspen said nothing but jumped into the fight alongside her. Since they started training in martial arts, they had not gotten much real combat experience. Now they were directly fighting against Gabo Creek's most powerful family.

It was both dangerous and thrilling. Yet none of them felt fear, because Andrew stood at the front, a wall of confidence and strength.

Screams and the sound of bodies hitting the ground filled the air. Blood splattered around Andrew as figures that had charged at him were sent flying back where they came from.

Someone stammered, "W-What the hell…"

All three were old men, their faces marked with age but their eyes sharp with power honed over decades. Two of them had nearly reached the level of martial saint, while the third radiated the unmistakable pressure of one who had already crossed that threshold. His half-lidded eyes glimmered with lethal light.

Andrew did not even bother sparing them a glance. He simply kept striding toward the gates.

"How dare you!" the three elders roared in unison.

The two on either side struck first, palm winds tearing through the air toward him. The strongest of them moved a fraction later, his energy spiraling like a raging dragon as his hand came crashing toward Andrew's chest.

Andrew's lips curved into a cold smile. His right hand swept to block the elder on the left, while his left arm lifted sharply to parry the elder on the right. And at that moment, the strongest Driscoll elder's strike closed in from the front.