Chapter 1958
It would not cause death, but its effect would bring a fate worse than death for high-level martial artists. That fate was the destruction of their martial arts, because their energy core would shatter, and decades of cultivation would turn to nothing. From then on, their martial path would be destroyed, making them weaker than even ordinary people.
Hence, Fallen Grace, combined with Death’s Draught plant, was more cruel than directly poisoning someone to death.
Looking at Victoria’s symptoms again, endless cold energy was indeed flowing out uncontrollably. If Andrew had not been continuously transferring his scorching internal energy through Inferno Strike, she would probably have become an ice sculpture by now.
“Calvin, with your incompetence and cowardice, you couldn’t have managed such poisoning. There must be someone behind you, instructing you on what to do, right?”
Andrew’s heart sank deeply as a trace of anguish rose from within. He had not expected Victoria to end up like this.
Ultimately, it was all because of him!
The more the rage and pain built inside him, the colder his expression became. He decided that once his energy core completed a full cycle, he would kill Calvin without hesitation. Even if Calvin was Victoria’s husband in name, Andrew would tear him apart piece by piece. Under Andrew’s murderous glare, Calvin felt an involuntary chill creep down his spine. Nonetheless, he forced himself into anger, convincing himself there was nothing to fear. He believed that without Victoria to aid him, Andrew was a dying arrow with no path but death.
“He couldn’t have gotten Fallen Grace on his own. He doesn’t have the brains or the means,” came a calm, authoritative voice from outside.
Andrew’s eyes narrowed as a figure stepped inside. It was not Matthias; it was Maurice, the head of the Driscoll family, the man pulling the strings from the shadows.
Calvin immediately dropped to his knees. “Mr. Driscoll Senior, w–why are you here?” His words came out stammering, like a mouse seeing a cat.
Maurice wore purple robes and stood tall as he walked past Calvin. He did not even glance at Calvin kneeling on the ground, treating him like he was nothing. Coming to a spot not far from Andrew, he first surveyed the entire battlefield.
Finally, his eyes locked on Andrew. “I never understood how anyone could dare to cross the Driscoll family, who sit at the top of Gabo Creek, until Walter told me about a punk named Andrew Lloyd who kept stirring up trouble for us and even killed our people. Back then, I didn’t take you seriously. I thought you were just another fool.”
His tone shifted, measured but sharp. “But later, it became clear you were bringing my family serious trouble. A nobody going up against us giants? I was forced to acknowledge your pathetic existence.”
With his hands clasped behind his back, Maurice looked through the broken doorway, gazing down the mountain at Blumedale. Ambition and confidence radiated from him as he said, “Andrew, do you know something? Blumedale may seem small, but the Driscoll family spent nearly a century climbing to our current position. Now, we control a third of Gabo Creek’s fate."
“You understand what a third means, don’t you? It means the Driscoll family can do whatever we please, planting our roots deep into this province. From there, we’ll grow, step by step, into a true powerhouse. And one day, perhaps even reach the level of the noble houses.”