The Wolf’s Bride by Coffee’s Tea

Chapter 1074

In the early morning, Andrius waited on the path they would take to climb the mountain. His Argentum Qilin Spear was planted on the ground as he silently awaited their arrival.

After a moment, the first rays of sunlight illuminated the earth, and Mount Valdez welcomed its first wave of visitors.

They were the Beholden Clan from the northeast. They were considered a somewhat famous faction in the northeastern region.

The group was comprised of seven to eight people led by an elderly man with gloomy eyes. He appeared to be in his sixties to seventies and had deep calluses on his hands, indicating that he was proficient in palm techniques.

He was the clan master of the Beholden Clan, Monty Blevin, a mid–stage Martial Emperor.

Behind him were the Beholden Clan’s elders and core disciples.

One of the core disciples saw Andrius blocking the road and was instantly furious. He approached Andrius and scolded him arrogantly, “Boy, can’t you see that the Beholden Clan wants to ascend the mountain? Get out of the way!”

Andrius lifted his eyelids and glanced at him, but did not speak or show any intention of giving way.

“Wha-…”

disciple’s

the Beholden Clan. Thus, they were usually arrogant and domineering, not caring about anyone.

However, today…

hard

disciple’s eyes as he tried to kick Andrius aside.

Smack!

next moment, Andrius rose and slapped him, sending

spurted in mid–air. His head and mouth twisted, and his

he pointed at Andrius with a trembling finger, his words breathy, “Y- you…

provocative actions angered the

any visible movement, he suddenly shot up from the ground like an

toward Andrius. His palms were in front of him,

of the Beholden Clan–the

at

his left hand. When Monty approached, the spear flickered

down the master of the Beholden

out a mouthful of blood and struggled on the ground, blood continuously oozing from his mouth. Then, his