Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 2094 Henry sneered. "Mr. McDaniel Senior, Your Eminence... Why don't we set aside our differences and kill this bastard first? You've already seen how twisted and dangerous he is. If we let him walk out of here alive, then in the future, it'll be either your deaths or mine. I'm sure you both understand this simple truth." He was already terrified that even the thought of seizing Shiloh had been shoved aside. Andrew had to die, or he would never sleep peacefully again. Nicholas did not answer. Instead, he looked toward Alistair.

Alistair raised his head slightly, and in that instant, Andrew caught a glimpse of the face beneath the hood. It was shriveled and wrinkled like a corpse, yet the man's eyes gleamed with unnatural brilliance. That was the mark of someone who had pushed his power nearing perfection. This old monster was, without question, only a step away from becoming a martial emperor. Alistair's gaze flickered as he said, "Inferno Strike is a technique passed down from Apollo West, once the greatest martial arts master of Holtrien! It's strong indeed; excessively strong and ---- domineering.

"But you're still too young. Your cultivation is deeper than monsters who've trained for 70 years. That is a miracle, proof you are anything but ordinary. But no matter how gifted you are, human strength has its limits. Today, | stand here with Mr. McDaniel Senior and Dorian at my side. No matter what you do, you won't be able to turn the tables." By the end, Alistair's voice thundered with overwhelming killing intent. He thought the same as Henry: Andrew must be eliminated The Crimson Flame Cult's ambition was nothing less than conquering Holtrien's martial world.

Yet on their very first step, they had stumbled into this immovable obstacle. Alistair felt indescribable frustration and rage. What future would the Crimson Flame Cult have if someone like Andrew were allowed to grow stronger? Even the mysterious and invincible High Oracle might find him troublesome. Andrew's expression remained unchanged. "I have no real grudge with the Crimson Flame Cult. All | did was kill one of your handlers. To me, that was nothing. But Shiloh is my friend.

If you want to lay a hand on her, then you'll have to get past my fists first." ---- Alistair chuckled, his laughter gradually becoming cold and sinister. "As expected... They say martial men are stubborn to the bone. | prefer to call it ignorance that refuses to back down until it's too late. "Youre a prodigy, a rarity among humankind. You could have lived quietly, growing stronger until you were truly untouchable. But instead, you chose to oppose me and our Order. Very well. Then | will take your life.

To die by my hand is no dishonor." As his voice fell, an indescribable force rolled outward from his body. A black storm brewed around him, pulsing with destruction. Andrew's eyes narrowed. The old bastard had indeed reached the level of a martial emperor. He had held back until now, but once he moved, it would be earth-shattering. Nicholas' face shifted slightly, and he quietly stepped aside. Clearly, even he had not expected the Crimson Flame Cult's elder to be this terrifying. For the McDaniels to ally with such a man was like making a deal with a tiger.

One moment of carelessness and they could be devoured without a trace. Henry wore a vicious grin. "Andrew, no matter how monstrous you are, you still can't fight against heaven or fate! Today, ---- heaven itself wants you to die here. Sometimes, | don't understand why you insist on ruining everything good for everyone else?"