Someone shouted, "Grab her! The saintess belongs to our Camel Gang!" "Get lost! The saintess is mine. Anyone who dares block me today, I'll wipe out their entire family!" Another barked, "Kill! Kill them all, every last one of them! Kill, kill, kill!" "Send word to our clan immediately! Call every master here at once. If we can't snatch her today, we'll leave this place in ruins!" Within just a few breaths, the scene erupted into explosive chaos. Some martial artists, still unsatisfied, immediately contacted their backup or family forces. The appearance of the Greene family's saintess always stirred up a storm of bloodshed in the martial world, and it was no empty saying. Seeing the riot break out, the McDaniel family could not sit still any longer. Nicholas, as the family head, shouted out his orders directly. "Stop it! Everyone, stop right now! Do you hear me?" Unfortunately, no one listened to him. They all treated his words like hot air. What a joke. When Shiloh, t

Alistair's sleeves fluttered, transforming into sharp blades. Wherever they passed, screams filled the air. Several heavy blows landed as seven martial kings finally found an opening and struck viciously against his protective energy. Although no blood was spilled, Alistair still felt an unbearable heaviness crush against his chest. He silently cursed, 'Damn it!' If this kept up, he would eventually be worn down and killed. For the first time, panic flickered in Alistair's heart. No matter how strong he was, facing this many martial artists at once left him helpless. The more powerless he felt, the deeper his hatred for Andrew grew. That brat was nothing more than a filthy, unyielding troublemaker. Because of him, the Crimson Flame Cult's entire plan had been ruined. "Your Eminence, forgive me." At that moment, a man appeared in the distance, sword in hand. He charged forward and unleashed a massive blade of energy straight at Alistair. "If everyone else is fighting, th

Jerome said, "I've been recovering from my injuries while secretly investigating the situation back in Goldridge. When I heard earlier that the Greene family's saintess had appeared, I came to Sunstrand along with many other martial artists! "I just didn't expect such a dramatic show to unfold here at the McDaniel family estate. And I certainly didn't expect you to display such incredible prowess and actually manage to snatch her away!" As he spoke, he glanced at Shiloh in Andrew's arms. Andrew's heart stirred with some concern that Jerome might make a move on Shiloh or develop covetous thoughts. Jerome smiled slightly and withdrew his gaze. As if knowing what Andrew was thinking, he shook his head and said, "Don't worry. I've never had any desire for the saintess. Eternal life is nothing but an illusion, and I've made my peace with that! Now you can leave with confidence. I'll handle the rest and clean up this mess for you!" This was exactly what Andrew had been waiting to h

"Hah, you're overestimating yourself! Grabbing my whip? You can forget about keeping that hand!" Leona sneered, but her expression changed in an instant as a sharp cry escaped her lips. Andrew yanked hard, the force ripping through the weapon. Unprepared, Leona was dragged forward several steps. Humiliated and enraged, she had to steady herself by sinking her energy deep into her core before regaining balance. Yet, the moment she caught herself, a violent gust howled toward her. Andrew had already closed the gap, striking first. His Inferno Strike blazed straight for her forehead, the attack decisive and lightning-fast. Leona felt her delicate body swaying, unable to stand steady. Especially with the scorching pressure bearing down on her face, she could barely breathe. "Ernesto, save me!" At the brink of death, Leona screamed, her eyes wide with terror. She had never imagined Andrew would be this ruthless or this strong. One slip, and her life would be snuffed out in his

"Praise the Eternal Eclipse!" Arturo bowed his head, chanting like a monk in prayer. Veins bulged across Morgan's forehead, his voice sharp with fury. "I warned her. I told her not to give in to greed. Ernesto, Arturo… The saintess' dark power is fully awakened now. The three of us must strike together!" Ernesto slowly drew his sword. Even in the dead of night, its blade gleamed with a dazzling light. One look was enough to know that it was no ordinary weapon, but a true divine blade. Without another word, he lunged, thrusting straight at Shiloh. In the darkness, a streak of silver light split the air. At the same time, Arturo raised his massive staff with both hands and brought it crashing down. Morgan let out a thunderous shout, leaping into the air, his palms crashing toward Shiloh's side. Three supreme masters moved as one, striking to kill. Andrew's voice cut through the chaos like a blade. "You shameless bastards! Three against one girl? I won't stand by and watch!"