The Holy Son had never endured such humiliation. In his world, he was always the oppressor—no one dared challenge him.

His gaze fixed on Adrian, eyes dark and cold. If looks could kill, Adrian would have perished a thousand times.

Before he could react, Adrian's fist crashed into his right shoulder with bone-shattering force.

A sickening crack echoed through the air.

"Ahh!" A scream of agony tore from the Holy Son's throat.

In moments, he was defeated.

Below, Andy watched the scene unfold,