Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3309

Nyx spoke rapidly, "This is bad. That sword energy is too strong; Andrew might get pushed out of the Thunder Sect's mountain gate."

But in the end, Andrew let out a low roar and violently shoved the greatsword forward. The explosive force made his body lean slightly ahead, and the stone slabs behind him shattered backward for hundreds of feet.

Because of that, he finally blocked Rupert's third wave of sword energy.

In the end, Andrew was not forced out of the Thunder Sect's mountain gate.

Rupert was shocked and furious. It was already the third strike, yet Andrew was still completely fine.

Being pushed back meant nothing at all. To outsiders, it would look like the Thunder Sect's mountain defense formation was nothing special.

Not only was Rupert shocked and angry, but the other disciples also exchanged bewildered glances.

They could not help but wonder if the sect's mountain defense formation could actually be broken.

Perhaps something had actually gone wrong. Otherwise, why was it not working at all?

They remembered how a prominent figure from the Northern Martial Union had come to provoke the Thunder Sect. With just one strike from the mountain defense formation, he had coughed up blood and was sent flying out of the Thunder Sect. From that day on, he never recovered. Later, he survived less than 20 years before dying in melancholy, his martial arts never advancing an inch.

Yet now, compared to that, the Lloyd family's Dragon Prince looked far too relaxed.

"Again!" Rupert shouted, his face dark. He organized all the disciples to release their sword energy once more.

Andrew had already shot back into the air, his eyes revealing a mystical, strange gleam.

Another sword strike slashed toward the same location as before. This strike also carried Primordial Thunder. Countless red lightning bolts, like electric serpents, covered every corner of the formation.

It looked strangely magnificent yet sent shivers down everyone's spines.

Suddenly, a clear shattering sound rang out abruptly across the field.

Rupert, who had raised his sword high overhead and was about to strike furiously, was forcibly stopped. Disbelief showed in his eyes.

A sinister smile appeared at the corner of Andrew's mouth. "So the formation's core is here. I told you your mountain defense formation was nothing special."

With those words, Andrew shot forward like a meteor, charging directly into the membrane with both himself and his sword.

He struck the same spot repeatedly, never shifting his target. All the attacks focused on a single point.

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