Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2018

Andrew let out a low roar and raised his foot, meeting the elder's violent strike head-on. Two streams of blood spurted from the mouths of the two martial king elders simultaneously.

Although they were injured right from the start, they were actually overjoyed. The two elders had successfully blocked Andrew's main attack route, creating an opportunity for the Driscoll family's strongest elder, Edgar Driscoll, to deliver a killing blow or seriously wound Andrew.

Yet, when the boiling energy dispersed from between them, everyone was stunned.

Andrew's clothes billowed as if a storm was raging inside them, yet his expression had not changed one bit. In fact, there was even a hint of disdain on his face.

Edgar's fist was still pressed against his chest, but his face had turned crimson.

Suddenly, a blast of force erupted from Andrew's chest, and Edgar could no longer hold back the blood in his throat. With a guttural cry, he vomited it out.

Andrew stepped forward and clamped his hand around Edgar's throat, dragging him forward until they were standing at the gates.

"Bastard!" Edgar roared, his hair and beard bristling in fury. Ignoring his injuries, he unleashed a torrent of energy into his arm and chopped fiercely at Andrew's neck.

Andrew raised a single hand to block, his palm slicing against the man's wrist. Then, a flood of raw power exploded from him like a raging river, and Edgar was hurled backward like a cannonball, crashing into the stone wall above the gates.

The ancient gates of the Driscoll estate, standing for generations, collapsed in ruins with a thunderous crash.

Maurice's face darkened. He had known Andrew was powerful, but seeing it for himself, he realized he had still underestimated him. With a cold snort, he knew he had no choice. If he did not fight, the Driscoll family's morale would shatter completely.

He yanked off his coat, revealing a fitted purple combat uniform underneath. Planting his feet firmly, he raised his hands into a fighting stance. His glare was fierce, and he growled, "Andrew, you brat! Let me see just how strong you really are!"

Mia silently retreated to the back, moving to safety. The longer she watched, the more she became convinced that Andrew truly might be Reginald's son. If that were true, then the Driscoll family had provoked a disaster.

Nonetheless, they were past the point of no return.

The Driscoll family could only see this through to the bitter end and kill Andrew.