The Driscoll family, a century–old powerhouse, was on the brink of annihilation, right here in their own estate. “Keep fighting!” Maurice roared in fury and lunged forward again, his heart burning with rage.
The two remaining elders steadied themselves, knowing this was no time to mourn. The family had reached the edge of life and death, facing an opponent stronger than any they had ever seen.
The swirling vortex of energy around Andrew grew even more terrifying, taking on the shape of a tornado
This was the manifestation of a martial artist’s perfected liternal energy, where inner circulation triggered external phenomena, something typically seen only when true grandmaster–level fighters clashed.
Eric froze, thinking bitterly to himself once more. ‘If I’m considered a genius, then this guy must be some kind of reincarnated deity!”
He knew that even Jerome could not match such martial talent.
Andrew stepped forward, charging into the formation Maurice and the two elders had built. Since lives had already been taken, he might as well wipe out the entire Driscoll family.
Two thunderous crashes echoed as he sent both elders flying through the air. Before they could even hit the ground, still spitting blood mid–flight, he caught up and slammed his palms into their chests.
If someone could have seen inside, they would have witnessed their bones shattering like a spiderweb from the center of their rib cages outward.
The two elders did not even have time to scream before their lives ended.
One of them had just recently advanced to martial saint level. Yet, even that rank meant nothing now. With this, Andrew had virtually wiped out all of the Driscoll family’s high–level fighters.
Maurice’s eyes blazed with murderous rage. “You bastard, Ill fight you to the death!”
The Dirgeblade came down like a shooting star, smashing against Andrew’s storm.
The result was devastating.
The blade was knocked from his grip, blood sprayed from his mouth, and he skidded backward across the ground, carving two deep trenches with his heels.
Andrew’s expression remained cold as he surged forward, massive flames seeming to flicker in his eyes for just an instant. The next second, his Inferno Strike crashed down on Maurice’s head with devastating force.
Maurice let out an earth–shaking roar as he flew over 20 meters before finally stopping. He crashed straight through the stone wall and tumbled into the inner courtyard, immediately vomiting a thick stream of blood skyward.
Every last ounce of strength had left his body.
His knees buckled and hit the ground with two dull thuds, his entire being wracked with agony. He had lost, completely and utterly defeated, just as he had feared would happen.
The Driscoll family now faced total destruction.
“Mr. Driscoll Senior!” voices cried out in despair.
“How can this be happening? If he’s defeated and dying, how can the Driscoll family survive?”
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With all three elders dead and Maurice powerless to resist, every remaining family member lost their will to fight and scattered in panic.
Andrew’s overwhelming presence surged as he charged into the Driscoll security forces.
“Leave no one alive. Kill them all!” His ice–cold voice echoed ac
