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Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1667

Summary for Chapter 1667: Rising from the Ashes (Andrew)

Chapter 1667 – Highlight Chapter from Rising from the Ashes (Andrew)

Chapter 1667 is a standout chapter in Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) by GoodNovel, where the pace intensifies and character dynamics evolve. Rich in drama and tension, this part of the story grips readers and pushes the Romance narrative into new territory.

Joe clutched his chest and roared, "Walter, stand down!"

However, Walter completely ignored him, his eyes blazing with malicious intent that seemed almost tangible. His outstretched claws viciously grabbed toward Andrew's skull.

Andrew instantly turned around. The incoming aura stung his skin like icy needles but also sparked a wave of killing intent deep in his chest. He locked eyes with the charging Walter and was about to meet the blow head-on.

Suddenly, a small figure shot out in front of him.

A flying kick slammed into Walter's ribs, intercepting the attack mid-air.

Andrew blinked in surprise. "Shiloh?"

Shiloh's long hair, tied behind her head, floated as if caught in an unseen breeze. She said indifferently, "You're hurt. Rest for a bit. I'll deal with this shameless castrato."

In that moment, Shiloh's entire demeanor shifted, appearing cold, sharp, and ruthless. Her petite body launched into the air, soaring about five meters before closing the distance again.

Then, came a flurry of attacks, and blows rained down like a sudden storm, each one fast, fierce, and precise.

She snapped, "You ignorant old freak, how dare you lay a hand on Andrew. Die!"

Walter hissed like a cornered viper, his twisted old face contorted with rage. His fingers curled into claws, summoning a web of shadowy afterimages that blocked every strike Shiloh threw.

This was Andrew's first time seeing Shiloh unleash her true martial prowess. Every move she made flowed like water: soft and fluid, yet unbelievably fast and devastating.

Moreover, her technique was not just powerful, it carried something different that Andrew could not quite name.

There was a Torasesy rhythm to it. Peaceful, yet unstoppable.

It was the embodiment of water, gentle in appearance, but capable of wearing down mountains.

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