Read Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) Novel by Only For You Updated 2025 -26 - Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) Chapter 3211

Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) Chapter 3211

Sheena and the others couldn’t hold it in anymore.

Laughter burst out around the courtyard.

Anyone with eyes could see it — Andrew was turning Kelvin’s own tricks back on him. Kelvin had come to stir chaos at the Lloyd estate.

Andrew was simply playing along.

Kelvin suddenly laughed as well, completely unconcerned.

“Why would I care about a dead man’s last words?” he said lightly. “You’re the same generation as Skylar. Calling you a brat isn’t disrespectful.”

He tilted his head.

“You want to play? Fine. Let’s play. Let’s see who walks away.”

Andrew’s expression shifted — not angry.

Serious.

“You misunderstand,” Andrew said calmly. “I’m not playing with you.”

His eyes were steady.

“What are you, exactly? Worthy of playing games with me?”

He gave a faint scoff.

“And you call yourself my elder?”

His voice turned cold.

“You’re about to die. Just like Skylar.”

“So tell me… why would I show respect to a corpse?”

Kelvin’s smile didn’t fade.

It widened.

“Andrew, I’m not trying to scare you. Go ahead. Touch me.”

He stepped closer.

“Let’s see if I don’t fall to the ground and sue you for assault.”

Andrew said nothing.

Kelvin’s grin twisted into something ugly.

“What’s wrong? Afraid?”

“Man up.”

“Kill me.”

He tapped his own forehead.

“Right here.”

His voice rose.

“Two years ago, I hunted you and your father. I had the guts then. I’ve still got them now!”

Andrew looked at him quietly.

“Oh?” he said softly. “Finished your last words?”

Kelvin blinked.

“What did you—”

Andrew moved.

No warning.

His fist shot forward like a battering ram.

It smashed directly into the center of Kelvin’s face.

A crack.

Blood exploded outward.

Kelvin’s nose collapsed instantly. His vision went white as the world spun violently.

His two attendants lunged in fury.

Andrew didn’t even turn.

His arm flicked backward.

Two sharp slicing sounds split the air.

The two elite guards — men who had followed Kelvin for years — froze mid-charge.

Thin red lines opened across their throats.

A heartbeat later, blood sprayed.

They collapsed.

Dead.

Kelvin’s eyes went wild.

“You little bastard!”

Andrew’s foot slammed into his chest.

Kelvin crashed to the ground.

Before he could rise, Andrew stepped forward and pinned him down.

Kelvin’s palms struck the marble as he forced himself up.

His aura exploded outward.

The pressure of a Martial God filled the estate like a storm breaking loose.

Wind tore through robes and sleeves.

Andrew’s face didn’t change.

He twisted his waist and drove another punch downward.

Kelvin crossed his arms to block.

It didn’t matter.

Andrew’s fist shattered through the guard and smashed into Kelvin’s cheek.

Bone cracked.

Flesh split.

Blood poured down his face.

Kelvin howled, madness blazing in his bloodshot eyes.

“I’ll kill you!”

He launched himself forward, aura surging to its peak.

The air trembled.

Then—

Andrew’s hand shot out.

He caught Kelvin by the throat.

Perfect timing.

Kelvin’s rising momentum died instantly.

Like a blade snapped mid-swing.

Like fire drowned in ice.

His aura collapsed in his own chest.

Blood burst from his mouth.

Andrew lifted him effortlessly, holding him in the air.

“You thought I wouldn’t dare kill you?” Andrew said calmly.

“Then watch carefully.”

He swung Kelvin down.

Hard.

The impact shattered the marble floor.

Cracks spidered outward across the courtyard, splitting stone for dozens of meters.

Dust and fragments erupted.

Kelvin lay embedded in the fractured ground, blood flooding from his mouth.

And he laughed.

Wild.

Unhinged.

“Do it!” he rasped. “Kill me if you dare!”