The Moon Villa beneath the dark clouds seethed with unseen currents.

Darrell Percival was dead.

Hanged from that crooked tree in the backyard.

More than half of the elite troops Andrew brought along were dead, inflicting a devastating blow on the nascent Pendleton.

All the money in the world is useless without people, isn't it?

Looking at the heavy gold behind him, Andrew felt no joy.

Wading through these troubled waters made him likely miss the chance to compete for control over the world.

Who knew why those outside experts were charging in here like madmen, risking their lives?

What kind of grudge, what kind of enmity?

"Retreat!"

Andrew was covered in blood, with four or five wounds on his body.

The Pendleton assassins behind him fared no better.

Each one listless, their faces uneasy.

They thought it was just a routine bounty hunt, but in the end, it turned into a deadly escape.

Ten full carriages of gold.

This was Darrell Percival's treasury, extremely wealthy.

The convoy slowly departed, luckily not encountering anyone along the way.

They slaughtered the whole group in the morning, nearly a hundred people!

If there are any more, they would probably come at night.

Andrew sat cross-legged inside the carriage, a silver spear laid horizontally in front of him.

He closed his eyes, restoring his energy.

He was once a prideful genius, even considering himself someone who could share dominion with the Holy Lord.

Yet all his efforts were in vain.

After this battle, Andrew would inevitably miss the Dusty Platform, the best chance to vie for supremacy in the world.

The off-road vehicle rumbled along the muddy road.

Andrew was sitting cross-legged inside, his upper body bare, letting his subordinates clean his wounds and wrap them with bandages.

The once invincible spear now had chips.

Today's duel with several experts had drained most of his energy.

There was a time when, though Pendleton was unknown to the world, it controlled vast wealth and manpower.

In the Seven Veins, except for the Royal Vein, the other six veins listened to Pendleton's commands.

Through scheming, Andrew finally climbed to the position of Alliance Hierarch of Pendleton.

But what followed did not go as he initially planned.

The Royal Vein's rebellion, Devlin's manipulation, and several fierce clashes with the Holy Lord.

Led this organization to decline rapidly.

Even worse, someone appeared in Boulevard Mountain and directly massacred Pendleton's elite forces.

Andrew had never seen such a terrifying opponent.

In his understanding, no one this formidable had ever existed.

Yet that night, he witnessed it with his own eyes!

Pendleton's elites, who could once dominate the world, the Great Grandmasters, were rendered powerless in the flames.

Brutally slaughtered.

That crimson figure, that terrifying aura!

Caused Andrew to wake up in terror night after night.

Suddenly.

The vehicle came to a halt.

Andrew opened his eyes and said in a deep voice, "What's going on?"

With most of their manpower lost and the cars filled mostly with gold, he had a vague sense of unease as the convoy stopped.

"Alliance Hierarch, someone is blocking the road ahead!"

A Pendleton Grandmaster, wearing a raincoat, ran up to Andrew's car window and spoke in a low voice.

The sky was drizzling lightly.

No sunlight could be seen.

The damp smell wafted through the carriage with the wind.

"Kill them." Andrew slowly closed his eyes again.

Fatigue kept coming back.

The series of hard fights had seriously depleted his strength.

His eyelids felt extraordinarily heavy.

"It looks... like an old acquaintance of ours," the Pendleton assassin mused, "Seems like... Otniel Harsh."

"Royal Vein?"

Andrew jolted up, his eyes like an eagle staring at him: "Are you sure?"

"Probably about right. It's just that the person has their back to us, and I couldn't confirm for a moment." The reporting Pendleton assassin glanced back, seeing only a silhouette in the rain.

"Turn back! Take a different route! Remember, at the fastest speed, avoid them for me!" Andrew, no longer as sharp as he once was, now felt utterly exhausted.

Avoid trouble if possible.

If it indeed was the Royal Vein, it would spell trouble.

Back in Town, he had personally captured Grace River and subjected her to various tortures.

Given this Royal Vein Vein Holder's character, she was likely here for revenge.

Grace River never let a grudge go unpunished and wouldn't forgive him easily.

"Understood!"

The Pendleton assassin's words had barely left his mouth, not even having the chance to leave.

Thwack!

An arrow shot through his skull, pinning him directly to the carriage.

Andrew's face was speckled with blood.

After a moment of distraction, he lifted his head to glance at the arrow that had penetrated about five centimeters into the carriage.

"Retreat! Leave at once!" he bellowed.

The tone was nearly a roar.

In fact, when their companion was killed, the Pendleton assassins were already preparing to turn around.

And yet.

Just as the convoy swung around, before they could drive on, they came to a stop again.

Andrew opened the sunroof and stood up.

Ahead was an uncountable number of Royal Vein cavalry.

Royal Sister, clad in a phoenix robe, sat on a tall horse.

Her right hand rested on the sword hilt.

Oozing with murderous intent!

The raindrops that fell from the sky didn't touch her at all.

Andrew turned back.

Otniel Harsh slowly turned his horse, one man and one spear barring the road's center.

"Charge through! Run him over!"

Andrew roared.

Vroom!

The car accelerated, turning back again, charging towards Otniel Harsh.

After all, there was only one of him.

And they had so many cars.

If they could run him over, they would find a way out.

Several off-road vehicles raced ahead, yet before they could even reach Otniel Harsh.

Hundreds of arrows rained down!

Smashing the front windshield, shooting those Pendleton assassins dead inside the vehicle.

In a split second, the out-of-control cars ran amok, many of them crashing into one another, causing damage, scattering large amounts of gold.

"Alliance Hierarch, we are surrounded!"

Those with luck jumped out of the car, running frantically to Andrew's side.

Royal Vein...

Fear seized them.

Pendleton was the master of the Seven Veins, but now the Royal Vein has fully rebelled, intending to erase Pendleton from this world.

"Haha." Andrew leaned against the seat, gripping his gun tightly with his right hand, and laughed, "Truly, it's heaven's will to destroy me! Julius Reed, I considered you my lifelong rival, but until life's last moment, I couldn't dethrone you! Heaven, is this truly fair!"

Bam!

The spear in Andrew's hand trembled, shoving open the car door!

One man and one spear charging madly through the rain, towards Otniel Harsh!

"The Royal Vein won't spare any of you, fight with me!"

His eyes reddened with hatred!

The Pendleton assassins, upon hearing this, took up their weapons.

The path is forged by oneself.

It's never gifted by one's enemy's mercy!

Andrew leapt into the air, the spear in his hand like lightning, piercing through the sky.

Slicing through the raindrops!

Dashing directly toward Otniel Harsh!

The whistling sound was like an arrow piercing the air!

Reaching everyone's ears.

Otniel Harsh gripped his spear with both hands, leaping as well!

His spear smashed down with force!

Clang!

A deafening clash!

It was like thunder out of a clear sky!

The two swiftly separated, standing ten meters apart.

"In this battle today, I shall reclaim justice," Otniel Harsh held his spear in one hand and charged at Andrew!

"Both of us being spearmen, though I'm wounded today, you will fall with me!"

Andrew laughed heartily, his spear spinning wildly!

In the air, a vague silhouette of a white dragon slowly appeared!

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