Chapter 2106

The monk roared in fury, “How dare you!”

His broad, square face was dark with rage as he glared at Andrew.

The priest remained expressionless, his white robes appearing spotless and ethereal, giving him an otherworldly air.

Next to them was a man in civilian attire with a refined appearance. He seemed to be in his 50s and spoke in a cool, measured voice.

“I am Morgan Drache, head of the East Veridian Drache family. The woman in your arms is a remnant of the Greene family. This woman has brought disaster to the martial world and was once a public enemy of Holtrien’s martial community. Please hand her over to us, and we will be eternally grateful!”

Though his tone was polite, there was no mistaking the cold authority and pressure hidden beneath his words.

Andrew raised his brows slightly. The Drache family of East Veridian was a household name that was even greater in power than the McCormick family of Goldridge. It was said that within the Drache lineage, one man had already reached the pinnacle of a martial emperor, just a single step away from becoming a martial god, standing at the very summit of the martial path.

Therefore, the Drache family could be said to have one foot already in the door of the elite noble families. It was widely recognized that when a martial god appeared within a family, that family would be elevated to noble status in one stroke.

Leona cut in sharply, her voice dripping with irritation, “Morgan, why waste words with him? He’s nothing but a nobody. Just kill him already.”

She radiated murderous intent and was clearly impatient. In her eyes, Andrew was already a dead man. Besides, the other three people beside her were all prominent figures from the Southern Martial Union.

Wasting words with some unknown nobody was beneath their dignity.

Morgan smiled slightly and said to Andrew, “You may not know who we are yet. Very well, let me enlighten you so you can drop your guard. I won’t repeat my own introduction since you already know.

“This great monk is Arturo Barker. He’s from the Gilded Bloom Sanctuary, ranked 13th on the Titan List. This priest is even more remarkable, the great seer from Mistveil Peak! His reputation shakes our entire Southern Martial Union!

“As for this lady, she is Leona Hayes from the Wandering Sect, also a renowned figure in our Southern Martial Union.”

When he introduced Leona, a flash of arrogance crossed her face. She looked down at Andrew with contempt, clearly very proud of her status.

Andrew shook his head and said with casual indifference, “I know Mistveil Peak. It’s just a bunch of stinking priests. As for the Gilded Bloom Sanctuary, I’ve heard of it, but it’s far inferior to the Northern Monastery.”

His words made Arturo’s face darken with fury. He thundered, “Arrogant brat! Do you have the guts to test my staff!”

Andrew ignored him and continued, “The East Veridian Drache family is an old noble house, a decent enough family, I suppose. But Wandering Sect? What kind of garbage is that? Never heard of it!”

His dismissive tone made Morgan pause in surprise before his brows knit in displeasure. This young man was beyond arrogant; he had called the great Drache family ‘decent enough‘.

Andrew’s direct dismissal of the Wandering Sect as “garbage” that he had never heard of made Leona explode with rage.

“You little bastard! I’ll rip out your tongue and then show you whether the Wandering Sect is garbage or not! You uncultured swine, I’ll teach you a lesson for spouting nonsense in front of me! Prepare to face your death!”

With an explosive temper, she lashed her flexible whip directly at Andrew’s face. Her whip was fitted with barbs, making it an extremely vicious weapon. By aiming directly at his face, it was obvious that she wanted to disfigure him completely.

The cruelty in her strike made Andrew’s gaze turn icy cold. Clutching Shiloh tightly, he stepped back just in time to avoid the whip’s deadly snap. Then, in the blink of an eye, he surged forward. His right hand glowed a fierce crimson as he shot it out, seizing the whip as it recoiled.

The sudden move caught even Morgan and the aloof priest, Ernesto Griffith, off guard. For a brief moment, they froze.

And in that instant, Leona’s whip was wrenched from her grasp by Andrew’s hand.