Chapter 1580
In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged over a hundred blows, each strike booming like muffled thunder inside the tomb.
“You know that much about my background? Tell me, who the hell are you?” Stanley roared, stunned.
Fury flared in his chest, but beneath it was something far more dangerous—fear. He could not see through Andrew at all. Worse, he could feel this young man’s power seemed somehow suppressed or restrained.
If he were to unleash his full strength without any limitations, Stanley feared that even with his 100 years of training—hell, even with another 100 years—he would face nothing but the miserable fate of being crushed to death.
That horrifying realization crept deeper with every strike.
Andrew was simply unfathomable, making even an old monster like himself feel completely exposed and vulnerable, as if he had been stripped naked.
Andrew’s movements flowed like a celestial dragon, swift and fluid as he soared forward. Energy surged between his palms, spiraling into a visible force.
Stanley did not dare block—it was pure instinct to dodge. However, Andrew’s form exploded into a blur of afterimages, and his speed reached the absolute limit of human capability.
In an instant, he executed a complex maneuver and landed a brilliant palm strike squarely on Stanley’s chest with perfect precision.
Stanley reeled backward, coughing up a wave of blood as his chest caved under the force. “Dragon-Slaying Palm— you’re actually using the Dragon-Slaying Palm… You’re from the royal Lloyds bloodline of Holtrien, aren’t you?
“The palace upheaval, the warlord era, the overseas conflicts… The Lloyds were behind all of it! A hundred years ago when we formed The Octet Accord, and even now internationally, the most troublesome Holtrien power is the Lloyds—that damned Lloyd royal family!
“To think… you’re from that monstrous family. And if you can use Dragon-Slaying Palm, that means you’re from the Dragonblood lineage of the Lloyd royal family! You were born with a sacred tattoo, weren’t you? A Black-Eyed Azure Dragon or maybe even a Blue-Eyed White Dragon!”
Stanley spat blood-stained teeth as he coughed violently, but he ignored his injuries and stared at Andrew with undisguised terror and dread.
With a ripping sound, Andrew tore open the shirt on his chest. “No, you’re wrong—none of those things you mentioned are worthy of appearing on my body! I do indeed come from Holtrien’s Lloyd royal family, and my ancestors did assassinate countless leaders of your foreign kind back then.
“But none of that has anything to do with me personally, because I am absolutely one of a kind!”
Stanley’s massive frame shook violently as he stared fixedly at Andrew’s exposed chest, his face showing complete disbelief, and then—his entire mind cracked wide open.
“One of a kind… Dear God, what am I seeing? You actually bear the Blood-Eyed Black Dragon—that’s the mark of the Dragon Prince, the future head of the Lloyd royal family, a sacred totem that hasn’t appeared in over 100 years, a divine symbol forbidden to all but the chosen one!!”
Stanley’s voice cracked with the weight of this revelation.
He mumbled, “The Lloyds have actually produced another chosen one! H–How is this even possible?”
Chapter 1580
In a series of trembling realizations, Stanley suddenly turned and fled desperately toward the center of the lake without any regard for his dignity. Only by obtaining the Elixir of Immortality would he have any chance of survival.
At that moment, his mind was sharp—crystal clear.
A century ago, and even in the century before that, both his ancestors and he himself had learned a harsh lesson that was now burned into their collective memory. The Blood-Eyed Black Dragon Mark of Holtrien’s Lloyd royal family had only one meaning, and that meaning was absolutely terrifying—the arrival of Death itself.