Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 2105 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! "T 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 hear. He nodded and said, "In that case, thank you very much, Mr. Thornton!" ---- Jerome laughed.

"From now on, young friend, just call me by my name. I'm no longer the leader of the Southern Martial Union. Besides, back in Goldridge, you acted righteously and saved my life. This time, I'm simply repaying that life-saving debt." With those words, a powerful aura rose up around him as he faced off against Alistair. Andrew knew that Jerome probably had not yet reached the martial emperor level. However, many years ago, he had already been at the peak of martial saint. Even if his realm were not as high as Alistair's, the difference would not be much.

Moreover, Jerome was a leading figure in Holtrien's Southern Martial Union, a former union leader and martial arts giant. If they really fought, Alistair might not come out ahead. Andrew understood this, and Alistair, across from them, understood it even better. His face beneath the black robe looked extremely ugly as he said hoarsely, "Mr. Thornton, the Crimson Flame Cult has no grievances with you. Please don't interfere with our sect's business." Jerome chuckled, "The Crimson Flame Cult hasn't been active in Holtrien's martial world for many years!

Back then, your ---- cult was driven out of Holtrien by the united efforts of the northern and southern martial communities, and was nearly destroyed completely! "T just didn't expect that after such a short time, you'd make a comeback and return here without learning your lesson. Today, you either retreat on your own... or you let me test the strength of that old black magic of yours, Alistair." Alistair flew into a rage. "Fine! Then I'll have a proper match with you, Jerome.

Let's see how much strength this supposedly resurrected Southern Martial Union leader still has." Massive battle sounds immediately erupted throughout the forest. Andrew, holding Shiloh, had already left. There was no need to worry about Jerome. However, the clash between these two created quite a commotion, truly worthy of being true giants of the martial world. Just as Andrew broke free of the trees and neared the gates of Sunstrand, sharp sounds cut through the air. Four figures shot down in front of him. Each one radiated an oppressive aura, their strength impossible to conceal.

---- Andrew's eyes flashed cold as he halted abruptly. His instincts screamed danger. Martial saints, and almost all of them high-level ones, had arrived at once. It did not take a genius to figure out that they were hidden powers lying in wait all this time, finally choosing their moment to strike. The timing was perfect. Not too early, not too late. "Hand her over!" "The Greene family's saintess is guilty of heinous crimes and must be executed!" "You think you're saving a beautiful young woman? No, you're helping evil!" "Why waste words with some ordinary nobody?

Either hand her over or die on the spot!" 'The four martial saints all wore blank faces as they directly confronted Andrew. Andrew coldly raised his eyes to scan them, seeing a monk, a priest, a civilian, and a woman in royal attire. The one with a big attitude who threatened to kill Andrew was ---- none other than that last one, Leona Hayes! Faced with the overwhelming presence of these four towering figures, Andrew only replied, "Screw you."