"Mr. Driscoll, make yourself at home!" "Don't listen to him, Joe. We're neighbors—feel free to stop by anytime!" "Come hang out more often, Mr. Driscoll!" Joe smiled and gave a polite nod before walking toward the front gates of Serenity Villa. Andrew called out, "Hey, hey, you just show up uninvited like that? If you're dropping by, you could at least bring something with you!" The three women quickly grabbed him and covered his mouth. "Honey, you're such a typical clueless man!" "Can't you tell he's here to see Shiloh?" "Quit yelling. Let's keep training and just let him go." Several muffled thuds echoed from the villa, and Joe came stumbling out of the main gate, completely disheveled. His face was bruised in patches of blue and purple as he staggered like a drunk. "Ms. Greene, why did you start throwing punches out of nowhere?" "So what if I did? You totally deserved it, you stubborn fool!" "You…" "What? What're you going to do about it, huh? Run back to y

With a loud bang, Springflow took Andrew's punch head-on. The next second, she was struck as if by lightning, screaming in agony as she spat blood and tumbled headfirst into the grave pit. "Springflow!" Highmist shouted in shock. He charged forward, going all in to block Andrew and unleash everything he had. Andrew let out a cold laugh and shaped his hand into a claw, slicing straight through the man's attacking fist. With a brutal rip, half of Highmist's arm went limp and dropped uselessly to his side. Then, he collapsed to his knees, staring up in disbelief. "H-How are you this powerful?" Highmist stammered, his voice shaking with terror. Andrew's eyes narrowed. He was just about to finish him off when the ground behind him suddenly exploded. From the soil, a figure in dark green robes shot up, aiming a deadly palm strike straight at the back of Andrew's head. Marcelo had launched his ambush, his aura overwhelming. He had hidden underground all along, waiting for the p

Aaron said, "I've taken a liking to her, so don't kill her. Give her to me as payment for helping you out this time!" Andrew rolled his eyes. "What do you mean by 'helping me'? With Marcelo eliminated, didn't you, as the White Dragon King, gain plenty of benefits too?" Aaron was momentarily stunned, then sheepishly said, "Alright, you've got a point there. So tell me, what would it take for you to give me this woman?" Andrew stroked his chin, showing a contemplative expression. "I can give her to you, but first, you need to explain what you plan to do with her." Aaron chuckled lecherously. "My martial arts technique mainly focuses on energy absorption. The more solid a woman's martial foundation, the more beneficial she is to my cultivation. Now you understand, right?" Andrew replied, "Oh, alright. I get it! Take her away, just don't cause me any trouble!" Aaron roughly grabbed Springflow by the hair and dragged her away. "Don't worry, I guarantee you won't have any future

Mason froze in shock. At the far end of the Ulrich family's main hall, someone was already sitting in his exclusive family head's chair. Ryder, his beloved eldest son, was now sitting there with his legs crossed, chin propped up, watching his arrival. Mason's voice cracked with rage. "You bastard, what are you doing? Get your ass up right now. Do you really think you're qualified to sit there?" This outburst showed just how furious he had become. He rushed over to Ryder, ready to jab his finger right at his son's nose. Ryder stood up and slapped Mason twice across the face without warning, the sound echoing in the hall. The blows were so fierce that Mason fell to the floor, completely stunned. "You hit me? You son of a bitch, you actually hit me! Someone get in here! I want this mutt crippled!" Mason scrambled to his feet, eyes bloodshot as he roared in fury. Yet, despite his screaming, no one from the Ulrich family moved to help him. Dozens of Ulrich family members had g

A phone suddenly slid across the floor and stopped right in front of him. Its screen lit up, displaying a photo of someone's face. If Aspen, Andrew's loyal little servant, had been there, she definitely would have snapped, "How dare you! Who gave you the guts to sneak a photo of my master's devastatingly handsome face?" Sure enough, the photo on the screen was of Andrew. The man picked up the phone and asked in a low, gravelly voice, "Dead or alive?" From the darkness, the High Oracle's faint laughter echoed. "If we can recruit him and make him ours, that would be the best outcome. But if not… crush his manhood and ask if he believes in our Sacred Order now." The man asked again, "And if I crush it and he still doesn't believe it?" The High Oracle's voice turned even colder. "Then snap his neck, or violate him brutally, whichever feels crueler. Be as vicious as you can. Use your judgment." The man tightened his grip on the phone, grinned with a twisted smile, and turned