Chapter 1835

Matthew exploded with fury, his aura surging outward in a shockwave of rage. "Who the hell dares threaten to kill my son? If you've got the guts, then step out and say it to my face!"

All eyes turned, instinctively locking onto Andrew's direction. Eventually, he strolled casually into the central aisle of the grand hall.

He looked straight at Matthew and said flatly, "I said it. Got a problem with that, Mr. Yeager Senior?"

Matthew roared, "Who the hell are you? Name yourself! The Yeagers don't waste time killing nobodies!"

Andrew gave a sharp chuckle. "Who I am doesn't matter. What matters is that Joseph lost, and you just can't seem to handle it."

Matthew's eyelid twitched violently as he growled, "Listen, the Yeagers are a noble family of Goldridge. If you knew our name, you wouldn't dare say such things!"

Andrew scoffed. "I don't give a damn if you're the Yeagers, the Wallaces, or Goldridge royalty! Tell Joseph to admit defeat and get the hell out. Zachary's the real winner here!"

His patience had reached its limit. Matthew, just like Calvin, was way too full of himself.

Matthew had not expected Andrew to still hold his ground after hearing who he was. "If he refuses to surrender, are you really going to have Zachary kill him?"

He glared at Andrew, murderous intent pouring from his eyes. If this were not Jerome's territory, he would have already called for a Yeager elite to wipe the floor with him.

Andrew raised a brow. "So you're saying he won't admit defeat?"

hissed coldly, "No, he won't. So what can you do about

not have the

gave a chilling

tightened his elbow. With two sharp cracks, Joseph's breathing was cut off, and his throat began to

h-help me... H-He's really going to kill me! Quick, s-save...

cracking and

not believe

madman really dared to follow

roar, Matthew shot into

martial king-level energy erupted from him, sweeping the air outward

himself like a thunderbolt, aiming a deadly palm strike straight at Zachary's skull. He was clearly breaking the

shameless!" Rowan shouted in

as she saw something

appeared at

It was Andrew.

He raised a single fist, wrapped in a

thunderous impact echoed through the

coughed up blood on the spot. His heart shook with pure dread as he thought, 'Who the

feet and crashed hard onto the stone tiles of the grand hall. Staggering several more

his whole body trembling He pointed a shaking finger at Andrew, eyes red with. disbelief. "Who... are you? When did Goldridge start

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