Andrew mocked, "A century-old or not, I''ll still kill you today!"


    Murderous intent erupted from his chest, and he raised his fist and met Stanley in another airborne sh.


    Stanley tried to use the recoil to twist away and make a break for the Elixir of Immortality. However, Andrew


    did not even need to reset his footing—he pushed off the ground and shot upward.


    In an instant, he vaulted above Stanley. Then, with brutal force, he drove his knee down toward him. At the


    same time, he grabbed thest remaining wooden pir in the ruined pavilion and yanked it free.


    With a sickening thud, he mmed it against Stanley''s head.


    Blood sprayed in every direction as the pir exploded into splinters, and Stanley''s spine snapped under the


    crushing impact of Andrew''s knee. He coughed up a thick stream of dark, almost ck blood before crashing


    hard into the ruined pavilion, barely clinging to life.


    "No!" Stanley let out a desperate, ragged scream—a dying howl of disbelief and rage.


    This was a man who had lived through a century, now brought to ruin.


    Andrew stepped forward, staring down at him silently. Then, he knelt, grabbed Stanley''s skull with both hands


    and twisted hard.


    The sickening crack rang out as Stanley''s eyes bulged wide before he diedpletely.


    Outside theke, Kevin swallowed hard. "He just killed a martial saint... like that! The Wright family really


    pissed off a damn demon!"


    Tiana''s eyes lit up with joy. "Andy, the Elixir of Immortality! Go grab it!"


    Chantelle clenched her fists and called out, "Mr. Lloyd, the Elixir of Immortality belongs to you!"


    Andrew felt a surge of heat rise in his chest. Even he could not deny the temptation of a divine medicine that


    could make someone immortal.


    Eternal life was a temptation no human could resist.


    Looking at the golden teak box, he could not help but take a step forward.


    However, after just one step, Andrew stopped. His gaze turned to the other end of the underground pce,


    toward the blood-stained puppet in front of the throne.


    Somehow, the puppet''s eyes had also turned toward Andrew, and their eyes locked.


    Andrew took a deep breath and spoke to the puppet.


    "You died because of this Elixir of


    Immortality back then, and with a


    century of hatred, you finally waited


    in this dark underground pce for


    your revenge! You are the Little


    Emperor of the Fallen Crimson


    Dynasty, and I''ll not take what


    belongs to you. I hope this will let


    your tormented soul finally rest in


    peace."


    Outside theke, Kevin could not help but blurt out, "Has he gone crazy? That''s the Elixir of Immortality!"


    He continued incredulously, "Stanley, that major enemy, is already dead—what''s there to fear? Just take it!"


    Tiana frowned deeply, thinking the same thing. Although the puppet hade to life and seemed to truly


    contain the soul of the Fallen Crimson Dynasty''s Little Emperor, it posed no real threat.


    Chantelle said softly, "Mr. Lloyd is


    such a gentle and loyal person! The


    grudge between the Little Emperor


    and Stanley took a full hundred


    years to resolve, and it all started


    because of that Elixir of Immortality!


    "Mr. Lloyd helped the Little Emperor get his revenge but didn''t take the Elixir of Immortality! He''s doing this


    just to let the Little Emperor rest in peace—if this isn''t kindness, what is?"


    Suddenly, ck strands of hair burst out across theke, racing toward the pavilion. Before Andrew could


    react, they snatched the golden teak chest and yanked it away.


    His eyes snapped up, sharpening in focus.


    The long-missing Night Hag had reappeared, dragging the chest with her as she crept up to the puppet.


    Everyone watched, breathless, as the scene unfolded.


    The puppet, slumped and broken,


    reached out with stiff, jerky motions,


    gently resting its hand on the chest.


    Then, with a soft rustle, it copsed


    left its body.


    Its eyes slowly closed and never opened again.


    The Night Hag let out a haunting wail, circling the puppet like a loyal hound guarding its master. After a long


    silence, the terrifying creature climbed up the walls of the tomb.


    Step by step, she crawled toward Andrew.


    Andrew''s expression turned cold, but he said nothing as she approached.


    The Night Hag, with her eyeless ck sockets, stared right back at him. Then, she flung her hair forward and


    hurled the golden teak chest directly toward Andrew.


    He instinctively caught it, stunned.


    The creature had actually given him the Elixir of Immortality?


    He looked up in disbelief at the puppet''s still body.


    Could it be that this tragic Little Emperor from a century ago had chosen to give the Elixir of Immortality to


    him?