Andrew's curiosity was piqued as well, so he leaned forward to get a better look. It seemed that the Reyes Grand Auction House truly catered to all kinds of clientele, operating in both legitimate and shady circles. No wonder Joaquin had emphasized the importance of wearing a mask. The massive photograph displayed showed a figure in a military uniform descending from an armored vehicle. Although only the side profile was visible, her sharp posture and striking beauty were enough for Andrew to recognize her instantly. It was Luna, the female major general from the military. Someone immediately said, "You must be joking! She's a military officer, and a general at that. Setting aside everything else, her combat strength alone is nothing to scoff at. What are you thinking, trying to kidnap a military general? You've got a death wish?" The fat man holding the photograph remained unfazed by these objections. He simply replied flatly, "Alright, the deal stands. If not, we call it o

Finally, someone spoke up hesitantly. "We don't know anything about this. We wouldn't dare speak carelessly about such matters. You should try asking elsewhere, though I can assure you with absolute certainty that you won't find anything. It's a shame, really. That ninth-grade supreme elixir would've been perfect, but this question you're asking is simply unsolvable." Another voice chimed in with resignation. "I've had my eye on you since earlier. Not only did you come in here acting so boldly on your first visit, but now you're asking something this heavy. Listen, whoever you are, don't even think about stirring up trouble here." Most people sighed in disappointment, and some even began to openly display hostility toward Andrew. It was as if inquiring about the Lloyd family's Dragon Prince was a violation of some forbidden law. Behind his mask, Andrew's expression darkened noticeably. He had not anticipated that these people would resist the temptation of a ninth-grade supreme e

A blazing explosion erupted underground, the heat so intense that the surrounding mist evaporated instantly. "You…" the old man's face drained of all color as he realized the young man before him possessed terrifying power. In the next instant, his arm shattered with a sickening crack. Andrew's Inferno Strike had reached the pinnacle stage of Tides of Hellfire mastery. With a full-force palm strike, he unleashed devastating power that swept across everything in its path. The old man, however, was only at the high tier of martial saint level. He had not even reached the peak stage. While he might have withstood several of Andrew's attacks in times past, he was now facing someone who could effortlessly crush anyone below the martial emperor realm. For Andrew, killing a high-tier martial saint was as easy as crushing an insect. The old man let out a piercing shriek of agony and coughed up massive amounts of blood. His mask shattered into dust from the impact. An instant later

At the same time, Benny's other hand moved with a hidden trick. A steel spike, hidden in his palm, shot forward in a sneaky strike aimed at Andrew's arm, following right behind his first attack. The two martial experts from the Murphy family stood behind them, watching coldly without intervening. In their minds, Andrew was doomed. Benny was the scion of the Murphy family, someone accustomed to throwing his weight around Chetvine. He was a ridiculously wealthy and privileged heir, frequently bullying and preying on others. So, they believed Andrew would likely follow the same pattern as all the others who had crossed him before. Without a doubt, this would end in bloodshed. Benny's sneak attack would connect, and then Andrew would be beaten within an inch of his life. Eventually, Andrew would find himself on his knees, at Benny's mercy to do with as he pleased. The two martial experts regarded the scene with cold indifference, even finding satisfaction in Benny's tyrannical d

Within the Northern Martial Union, the Murphy family patriarch held a position of considerable prestige and power. The family's patriarch was himself a martial emperor. He was new to the rank, sure, and not as brutal as someone like Sergio, but a martial emperor was still a force, like a rampaging bear you could not just bluff. Yet, Andrew had just murdered Benny without hesitation. This was essentially a direct declaration that he did not view the Murphy family as worthy of respect. Enzo trembled uncontrollably as he considered the implications. What if it had been him instead? What if Andrew had decided to kill him rather than Benny? Would he even be breathing right now? The more Enzo thought about it, the more terrified he became. "Mr. Reyes, we have a serious problem!" Joaquin's urgent voice cut through Enzo's anxious spiral at that moment. Enzo's irritation flared immediately as he spun around. "What now? Mr. Briggs, you're getting on in years. Can't you deliver ne