"In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged over a hundred blows, each strike
booming like muffled thunder inside the tomb.
"You know that much about my background? Tell me—who the hell are you?"
Stanley roared, stunned.
Fury red in his chest, but beneath it was something far more dangerous—fear.
He could not see through Andrew at all. Worse, he could feel this young man''s
power seemed somehow suppressed or restrained.
If he were to unleash his full strength without any limitations, Stanley feared that
even with his 100 years of training—hell, even with another 100 years—he would
face nothing but the miserable fate of being crushed to death.
That horrifying realization crept deeper with every strike.
Andrew was simply unfathomable, making even an old monster like himself feel
Andrew''s movements flowed like a celestial dragon, swift and fluid as he soared
forward. Energy surged between his palms, spiraling into a visible force.
Stanley did not dare block—it was pure instinct to dodge. However, Andrew''s form
exploded into a blur of afterimages, and his speed reached the absolute limit of
human capability.
In an instant, he executed aplex maneuver andnded a brilliant palm strike
squarely on Stanley''s chest with perfect precision.
Stanley reeled backward, coughing up a wave of blood as his chest caved under
the force. "Dragon-ying Palm—you''re actually using the Dragon-ying
Palm... You''re from the royal Lloyds bloodline of Holtrien, aren''t you?
"The pce upheaval, the warlord era, the overseas conflicts... The Lloyds were
behind all of it! A hundred years ago when we formed The Octet ord, and even
now internationally, the most troublesome Holtrien power is the Lloyds—that
damned Lloyd royal family!
"To think... you''re from that monstrous family. And if you can use Dragon-ying
Palm, that means you''re from the Dragonblood lineage of the Lloyd royal family!
You were born with a sacred tattoo, weren''t you? A ck-Eyed Azure Dragon or
maybe even a Blue-Eyed White Dragon!"
Stanley spat blood-stained teeth as he coughed violently, but he ignored his
injuries and stared at Andrew with undisguised terror and dread.
With a ripping sound, Andrew tore
open the shirt on his chest. "No,
you''re wrong—none of those things
you mentioned are worthy of
appearing on my body! I do indeed
family, and my ancestors did
assassinate countless leaders of
your foreign kind back then.
"But none of that has anything to do with me personally, because I am absolutely
one of a kind!"
Stanley''s massive frame shook violently as he stared fixedly at Andrew''s exposed
chest, his face showingplete disbelief, and then—his entire mind cracked
wide open.
"One of a kind Dear God, what am I
seeing? You actually bear the
Blood-Eyed ck Dragon—that''s the
mark of the Dragon Prince, the
future head of the Lloyd royal family,
a sacred totem that hasn''t appeared
in over 100 years, a divine symbol
forbidden to all but the chosen one!"
Stanley''s voice cracked with the weight of this revtion.
He mumbled, "The Lloyds have actually produced another chosen one! H-How is
this even possible?"
In a series of trembling realizations, Stanley suddenly turned and fled desperately
toward the center of theke without any regard for his dignity. Only by obtaining
the Elixir of Immortality would he have any chance of survival.
At that moment, his mind was sharp—crystal clear.
A century ago and even in the
century before that, both his
ancestors and he himself had
learned a harsh lesson that was now
burned into their collective memory.
The Blood-Eyed ck Dragon Mark
of Holtrien''s Lloyd royal family had
only one meaning, and that meaning
was absolutely terrifying—the arrival
of Death itself.
"