Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2618

Protected by the energy barrier around him, Reginald rose steadily into the air. He ascended powerfully through the endless storm of sword energy until he came to a stop directly in front of Alfredo.

That same, soul-crushing motion appeared once more. Reginald extended a hand, his palm aimed squarely at Alfredo.

"Time to lie down, Alfredo," he stated flatly.

An unseen force pierced through the void.

Alfredo did not even know how to resist. His body suddenly shook violently, and his entire frame exploded with crackling sounds. Endless blood mist rose into the air.

"Mr. Topsfield Senior!" Onyx and Ivory screamed, their voices full of despair. Yet, it was useless.

Alfredo's face was already blank with shock as his stiff body plummeted straight down, crashing into the ground.

Firefly followed, embedding itself into the dirt beside his head. Alfredo twitched, barely conscious, his fingers trembling as he tried to raise a hand to point at Reginald.

"R-Reginald…" he rasped, but no sound came out.

Reginald landed next to him and crouched down. Then, two sharp slaps echoed through the air.

He hissed, "You bastard, you really thought the Lloyd family wouldn't fight back? You thought you could just mess with my family like they're nothing? If you'd just roughed up Andrew, I honestly wouldn't have cared that much. I know my own son can take a beating. But you beat up my niece, and that pisses me off."

Listening to Reginald's endless scolding, Alfredo's jaw twitched. He wished he could get up and fight Reginald to the death. However, just moments ago, Reginald had shattered his twin core meridians.

For a powerhouse like Alfredo, healing was not impossible. Sadly, it would take time. And before that, he would be utterly powerless. Without even thinking about it, he knew that after this battle, his cultivation level would drop at least two minor stages.

Reginald looked at him with a smirk. "Actually, I'm just bullshitting. Forget about Sheena; you can't touch her. Andrew? You damn well can't touch him either. If you dare to lay a hand on them, I'll beat the shit out of you, you spineless bastard."

This bizarre scene left Alfredo lying on the ground, looking as if he had seen a ghost.

Reginald glanced at him. "See that? Forget about you, even I can't control this sword's spirit. But somehow, that brat Andrew just has to say its name, and this damn sword becomes meek as a lamb. As for the reason, you should know why, right? It's simple; the kid's just built tougher than both of us."

Muttering to himself, Reginald stood up and looked toward the Swordhaven Keep crowd, who were too afraid to come closer. He did not say another word but just took a few steps forward and vanished into thin air.

Onyx, Ivory, and Jericho rushed to Alfredo's side.

"Dad, are you alright?" Jericho's voice trembled.

The strongest man in the Eastern Regions now looked like a beaten beggar lying in the dirt.

Alfredo turned his head, spat out a mouthful of blood, and growled one phrase through clenched teeth. "All of you… Get out!"