Just as both sides were about to clash, ready to unleash their full strength, Shiloh, while still in Andrew’s arms, suddenly opened her eyes. Her gaze held no pupils, no hint of black, only pure, chilling whites.
In that instant, an eerie, indescribable presence swept across the battlefield.
Andrew was the first to sense something was wrong. He snapped his head down, looking at her.
Shiloh’s emotionless eyes looked straight back at him, and his heart jolted hard in his chest. Before he could react, she began to float.
Yes, float.
Her body lifted out of his arms, and around her, a dark aura slowly coiled to life. The aura was cold, suffocating, and so heavy with shadow that Andrew himself felt his skin crawl.
“This is bad… Her dark power is awakening!” Morgan shouted, his face grim.
Arturo and Leona, who were ready to strike at Andrew, froze where they stood, unease flashing across their expressions. Even Ernesto’s composure wavered as his grip tightened around his sword.
Shiloh drifted back down to the ground. Her black hair fell across her face, hiding her eyes. Her movements were stiff and unnatural, while her dense black energy surrounding her body grew thicker
and more turbulent.
“Such terrifying dark power,” Morgan mumbled again, his voice heavy. “She hasn’t even fully awakened, but already she’s at the level of a martial saint.”
He barked an order. “We can’t wait any longer. We must strike!”
Arturo swung his massive staff forward, bellowing, “I’m breaking my vows against killing today!”
The muscles in his arms swelled, veins bulging. One blow from that staff could have crushed a car into
dust.
Andrew’s eyes turned cold as he lashed out with a palm strike.
At the same time, Ernesto’s blade gleamed, arcing straight for Andrew’s temple. “You brat! I’ve been patient with you long enough. Do you really think I have no temper?”
Andrew’s Inferno Strike collided with the sword. The impact sent him staggering two steps back, but he only grinned, feral and wild, before lunging forward again.
Ernesto stood his ground, not even budging. “To make me move at all? That alone is worth recognition!”
Andrew had already leaped up and was about to strike down at Ernesto’s head from above. But suddenly his body dropped, he changed direction, and swept his leg toward Arturo’s back.
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Arturo had already raised his staff to crush Shiloh when the danger struck him. With a furious roar, he yanked his weapon back and spun it across his body.
Andrew’s foot slammed into the staff, the shockwave bursting outward like a cannon blast.
Ernesto roared, his pride stung. “Die!”
His sword swept out, releasing a wave of light that streaked straight for Andrew.
By nature, Ernesto was extremely proud. At such a young age, he was already on par with Jerome. Moreover, Mistveil Peak was the leading sect of the Southern Martial Union, and even looking at the entire world, it was a place of prominence.
Ernesto was Mistveil Peak’s prodigy, their youngest master. He had not wanted to lower himself by getting too entangled with Andrew. However, Andrew had just intercepted Arturo’s attack right in front of him.
For Ernesto, this was nothing short of a slap in the face. It was as if he could not stop Andrew, and it was
an absolute humiliation!
Andrew showed no fear. His eyes were cold as he struck out three consecutive palm strikes before him.
After three dull impacts, Ernesto’s blade energy disappeared.
At that moment, Shiloh had already been bound by Leona’s whip.
Her face lit up with wild joy as she exclaimed, “The saintess belongs to the Wandering Sect now!”
She gave a sharp tug, not to kill Shiloh, but to drag her closer.
Morgan barked sharply, his face dark. “Leona, don’t be a fool! The Greene family’s saintess is a plague on us all. Will the Wandering Sect really choose self–destruction?”
Leona laughed wildly. “Whether it’s destruction or soaring to new heights isn’t for you to decide! Once I
seize the last bloodline of the Greene family, we will see who dares oppose me!”
Her hand reached out, ready to seize Shiloh.
But at that moment, Shiloh, who seemed to be in a trance, suddenly raised her hand. Then, she reached out with a light, floating motion.
Leona’s face flushed red, a choked gasp ripping from her throat. A heartbeat later, blood gushed from her chest and mouth in a crimson torrent.
Everyone was horrified, including Andrew. He stared intently at Shiloh’s hand and saw that those small hands had pierced into Leona’s chest.
A massive bloody hole appeared in Leona’s chest. She looked down at it once, pain flashing across her
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face, then fell backward.
She died with her eyes wide open.
