Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1582

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 clash.

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 the last remaining wooden pillar in the ruined pavilion and yanked it free.

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

Blood sprayed in every direction as the pillar 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 black 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 died completely.

Outside the lake, 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 palace, 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.

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