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    ---- Chapter 3090 With a fierce roar, Othniel bit through his tongue and sprayed blood across his cavalry saber. Instantly, the de turned blood- red, transforming into what looked like a demonic weapon. Knox shouted in rm, "Watch out! That''s the Hignd Tribe''s Blood-Forging Art. It amplifiesbat power." OthnieI''s face twisted grotesquely. "Take this!" A crimson lightning bolt suddenly descended from the sky, striking his de.


    Othniel''s entire body shook as he rose into the air, looking like a God of Thunder, wielding red lightning He raised the de high overhead, then brought it crashing down. A column of blood-red light descended from the sky, hurtling straight toward Andrew. Nyx screamed, "Everyone, get back, now!" She grabbed Juno and shed away to a safe distance. The Hignd Tribe warriors cried out in terror, scrambling to flee for their lives. This one strike from Othniel was powerful enough to obliterate half the Hignd Tribe settlement.


    Andrew looked up at the descending pir of blood-red light, ---- and his lips slowly curled into a fierce grin. "Looks like I need to teach you a real lesson." olumn of light erupted from his body as well, rising into the sky. Within this ck and red pir, Andrew gradually ascended. With a thunderous roar, storm after storm began gathering around Godyer. Eventually, they formed a massive cloud of swirling ck and red energy. His greatsword shed downward, stirring the dark crimson cloud.


    The energy twisted and coalesced into a storm three timesrger than the light column Othniel had unleashed. Then came the earth-shattering collision. When the smoke and dust finally cleared, half a minute had passed. The Hignd Tribe members on the ground looked up in terror, faces full of dread. They saw both fighters slowly descending from the sky. Othniel''s face was flushed and rigid, his eyes wide as he stared at Andrew, unable to speak a single word. The next moment, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.


    His cavalry saber fell from his grip and plunged into the ground, and his massive frame copsed to his knees as more blood poured from his mouth. ---- Andrew, aside from being slightly pale, showed no signs of injury. He stepped forward and looked down at Othniel from above. Suddenly, he raised Godyer and brought it down toward Othniel''s neck. Countless Hignd Tribe members cried out in horror. Tobiah shouted urgently, "Sir, please spare Othniel''s life, and the Hignd Tribe would be forever grateful!" The de stopped with a sharp ng.


    As Othniel trembled in terror, the greatsword struck the ground just in front of his head. It missed his skull by a hair''s breadth. The earth was sliced with a perfectly straight line, impossibly deep. Othniel stared at it, his face deathly pale, knowing full well that if that sword hadnded on his head or neck, he would be headless, dead beyond any doubt. He released his cavalry saber and gave a bitterugh. "Ive lost. Your martial path stands at the peak, and your valor is unmatched. In my entire life, I have never heard of, nor seen, someone like you.


    I ask only for death!" Hignd Tribe warriors were proud by nature. Othniel, as the strongest among them, was even more so. Even after years of fierce battles with the Kan, he had never bowed his head. But ---- today, Andrew hade to his door and defeated him. It shattered Othniel''s fighting spirit, and he found this oue almost impossible to ept. In his humiliation and rage, all he wanted was for Andrew to end it. Besides, Othniel knew resistance was pointless. Andrew was far too strong and hade fully prepared. All his ambitions and schemes had gone up in smoke.


    But then, to his surprise, Othniel heard Andrew''s light chuckle. " Mr. Fernsby, get up. That was just a sparring match. Ina match, you stop when it''s decided. I came here as a guest, and you''re the host. If a guest were to raise a hand against his host... well, that just wouldn''t be a good look for me." Othniel''s head snapped up, his expression stunned. "What did you say? You''re not going to kill me?"