Isabelle lost her target, and her movements faltered. In that split second of hesitation, Andrew had already grabbed her deadly, clawed hand head-on, unleashing a torrent of surging energy.

The purple markings on Isabelle’s arm began to fade one by one, like embers being extinguished by torrential rain, hissing as they died out.

What followed was excruciating pain and utter disbelief.

“How is this possible?” Isabelle’s eyes widened. For the first time in her life, she actually felt fear.

The Awakened Reaper’s Wrath made her immune to pain, and she knew only to attack relentlessly.

Nonetheless, fear was the most primal and fundamental emotion of human beings. No one was immune to fear. If they claimed to be, it was only because they had not faced true terror yet.

“I already told you. Awakened Reaper’s Wrath won’t work on me,” Andrew said, his voice carrying the weight of judgment. His energy continued to surge through his body.

Isabelle screamed in rage, trying to pull her hand away. However, her face instantly turned as pale as paper.

Andrew’s dark red force moved like an invasive serpent in the blood vessels and meridians within her body. Wherever it passed, her meridians and blood became polluted, instantly changing from purple to murky chaos.

Isabelle’s muffled groans turned into agonized screams. Soon, those screams became high-pitched and piercing wails. Her whole body trembled, her features twisted in unbearable pain, and her tears evaporated before they even fell.

Andrew’s eyes hardened as he prepared to crush her wrist with his Dragon-Slaying Palm. Yet, when he looked into her eyes, still naive despite their arrogance, he pulled back.

The Robertson family might have been his enemies, but the foolish girl had never wronged him directly. Even moments ago, she had called his name like she once did years ago.

“I hope this never happens again,” Andrew uttered coldly, withdrawing his hand.

Isabelle collapsed onto the floor, drained and terrified. She stared at the angry red mark burned into her wrist. Fear flickered in her eyes as her body trembled. She wanted to curse him, but when she opened her mouth, all that came out was a sob as she broke down crying.

Mikayla and Luna watched the scene in shock. Neither had expected Isabelle to suffer such a devastating defeat so quickly. Meanwhile, Andrew, who should have been beaten badly, remained completely unharmed.

“Natasha, let’s go,” Andrew called out, not sparing the others a glance.

Mikayla’s face flushed red. Isabelle’s defeat was like a hard slap across her own face.

She snapped, “Andrew, stop right there. Do you think it was right to strike her so brutally?”

Seeing Andrew about to walk away, Mikayla could not contain herself any longer and confronted him. Isabelle could lose, but Mikayla would not tolerate any humiliation.

Andrew did not turn around. “Whether it’s appropriate or not, I don’t need to explain to anyone. At least, not to you. Or maybe you want to give me some ‘guidance’ too, just like her?”

Mikayla was furious. At the same time, she felt somewhat dazed.

Back then, Andrew was not such a sharp-tongued person. His harsh words just now, asking if she wanted to give him guidance, were nothing short of a challenge.

She froze, realizing that ten years had changed him completely. He would no longer go easy on her.

In that instant, Mikayla felt uncertain about herself. If he would not go easy on her, would she dare face him head-on and prove she was superior? The answer was one she did not even know herself.