Chapter 610

Simon crossed his arms, fists flying with ferocity, his face twisted with rage.

Andrew’s eyes, cold and unyielding, locked onto him. With one hand, Andrew intercepted Simon’s strike mid-air and grabbed his throat with a vice-like grip.

Two powerful punches—one to Simon’s nose and another to his crown—left Simon screaming in agony, blood spraying from his face. His nose was broken, and crimson streams poured freely, choking him with every breath.

“Andrew, I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you!” Simon roared in desperation, trying to activate his dark art.

But no matter how he tried, his body refused to respond. His meridians felt frozen, immovable, and powerless against Andrew’s crushing grip.

Andrew sneered. “Aren’t you the one who loves stripping and behaving like a beast? Fine, I’ll help you fulfill that desire—make you a ‘man’ who will never stop. Let’s see how long you last before you burn out.”

A cold, glinting silver needle appeared in Andrew’s palm. His hand moved like lightning, driving the needle directly into Simon’s lower body.

Simon’s agonized screams tore through the air. His eyes bulged, blood vessels bursting, and his tongue hung limply from his gaping mouth.

Andrew released him with a harsh shove, throwing Simon’s naked body to the ground. Simon writhed, groaning in pain, as he struggled to move. Slowly, he glanced down at himself.

What he saw nearly drove him mad with terror.

His lower body was grotesquely swollen, like a radish, and the swelling was spreading rapidly. A horrifying black discoloration began creeping up, adding to the unbearable pain.

“Andrew! What did you do to me?” Simon shrieked, his voice cracking. “You lunatic! What have you done?”

Andrew stared down at him, his expression icy. “You’re fond of using drugs and indulging in filth? Well, I’ve shattered your meridians and inserted a hollow silver needle filled with a special concoction.”

“Enjoy it. Trust me, one day, you’ll thank me,” Andrew said coldly, a faint, enigmatic smile playing on his lips.

Meanwhile, Cedric, with the help of the youngest apprentice, had finally regained his composure and managed to sit upright.

Suddenly, he exclaimed, “Andrew, watch out!”

Andrew turned his head just in time to see Simon, his face a mask of madness, hurling a handful of white powder straight at him.

Andrew remained calm, raising his palms and unleashing a powerful strike into the air.

Two shockwaves rippled through the air, reversing the powder’s trajectory and sending it hurtling back at Simon.

Simon’s expression froze in terror. He hadn’t anticipated Andrew’s strength—an overwhelming force beyond anything he could comprehend.

Without a second thought, Simon scrambled to his feet, bolting like a stark-naked, pale figure down the hall, abandoning all dignity in his flight.

Andrew stepped forward, closing the distance in an instant. Raising his palm, he aimed for the back of Simon’s head, intending to end it all.

“Andrew, please, for my sake, spare his life!” Cedric called out, his voice filled with urgency.

Andrew’s icy gaze showed no intention of relenting, his hand descending with precision. At the very last moment, he shifted his aim, striking Simon’s back instead.

The force sent Simon flying over 20 feet backward, smashing through the outer wall of the Aicker residence and rolling unceremoniously onto the street outside.

Chapter 611