More than a dozen figures were sent flying across the courtyard, screaming in agony as they hit the ground. Blood spewed from their mouths as life left their bodies almost instantly.

"Mr. Thornton, even Mr. Wallace has betrayed us. You need to be c-careful!"

The last survivor clutched his chest and managed to get out a warning before his eyes bulged wide and he breathed his final breath.

Andrew's expression grew sharp and alert. This man had clearly possessed martial king-level combat ability and was one of Jerome's trusted confidants. Yet, after just one exchange, he was already dead.

Goldridge's martial world really played on another level. Not only were martial saints openly making moves, but they came in threes. Back in Blumedale, no matter how intense things got, they had never escalated to this scale.

"Dr. Lloyd, stay close. Even if I die today, I won't let you get caught in the crossfire!"

Jerome stood tall and fearless. He gave Andrew a nod before stepping over the