The War God's Homecoming

Chapter 477 Did You Enjoy the Chase?

Just as Jade Balance was about to strike, a mouthful of blood sprayed from his mouth. His face turned deathly pale, and his breathing became erratic.

"Do your silver needles have poison?" Jade knelt down on one knee, propping himself up with his sword stabbed into the ground.

"Didn't I tell you already? Congratulations, you've won a prize!" Stout shrugged his shoulders.

"You rascal, are you toying with me?" Jade roared in anger.

"Don't accuse me wrongly. I only said there was no poison powder, but I didn't say there were no poisoned needles!" Stout grinned. Having said that, he ignored Jade Balance and rushed towards Night Orchid and her group.

With the poison needle in him, Jade was already a dead man. There was no saving him.

"Killing our disciples of Crimson Sun Sect and leaving just like that? You're thinking too highly of yourself!" A furious voice rang out just as Stout had run a few steps away.

An elder from Crimson Sun Sect dashed over. He raised his hand and unleashed a powerful gust of wind. He was two levels higher than Stout, a War Emperor in the early stages.

"Here comes another one who's eager to di.," Stout muttered as he confronted the elder, raising his own power to its peak.

Boom!

After a loud explosion, Stout was pushed back nearly a hundred feet, and his blood surged within him. The two-level difference between them made it clear that Stout couldn't easily contend with the elder. "This is interesting. Come again!" Stout slightly paused before launching another attack.

"Stubborn fool!" The elder snorted coldly and adopted a defensive stance.

The two of them immediately engaged in a fierce battle. Meanwhile, as the four members from Crimson Sun Sect and Cloud-Stepping Sect were attacking Stout, the remaining members of their groups, along with the members of Ink Pavilion, were quickly closing in on Night Orchid and the others. Their total number was close to a hundred, including five War Grandmasters and over ten Warlords, with the rest mostly at the Battle God level.

"Frostblade, you protect Michael and Azure Fang and go ahead!" Night Orchid turned to look at the approaching group and spoke in a deep voice.

"No need, Michael can handle it alone. Let's hold them off together!" Frostblade replied and drew her curved blade, charging towards the enemy.

"These fools want to die. Let's grant their wish!" Judge shouted as he raised his blade and followed Frostblade.

Night Orchid and Soul Chaser also took action, unleashing their deadly curved blades. All four of them were at the War Grandmaster level, and the enemy group of about a dozen people in the front couldn't react in time before they fell to the ground. Blood gushed from their chest wounds, and they lay motionless.

"You're going to pay for this!" A male War Grandmaster from the Cloud-Stepping Sect roared, launching a fierce punch at Judge.

"Watch out, Judge!" Frostblade exclaimed, swiftly teleporting several yards and slashing with her razor-sharp blade.

The clash of their attacks pushed them both back about five or six steps.

"Hmm?" The man clearly hadn't expected Frostblade to push him to a stalemate. He furrowed his brows and said, "You're so eager to die, let me grant your wish!"

With those words, he rushed toward Frostblade at lightning speed, simultaneously unleashing several powerful gusts of wind with a wave of his hand.

"Die!" Frostblade's delicate eyebrows furrowed tightly, and without hesitation, she used the Cold Moon Blade Technique.

Crescent-shaped blade radiance, carrying a chilling aura of death, surged forward with unstoppable force. Frostblade had already achieved a high level of mastery as a War Grandmaster, and with her full- powered Cold Moon Blade Technique, defeating a Tier-two War Grandmaster opponent was not difficult.

The crescent blade tore through the man's attack, directly entering through his chest and passing through him.

"How... how is this possible?!"

The man looked down at the wound on his chest, struggling to utter a few words before collapsing, his face full of disbelief. Frostblade glanced at him and then turned to charge at the others.

"Elder Six!" The members of the Cloud-Stepping Sect cried out in pain as they saw the fallen man on the ground.

"Don't bother calling, I'll send you to join him!" Judge said coldly and raised his hand to release a flurry of blade radiance.

After the blade radiance passed, four or five men and women immediately fell to the ground, their legs twitching. "Die!" Just at that moment, a sharp blade radiance came at Judge like lightning, unstoppable and thunderous. The person who had attacked exuded an aura at the peak of War Grandmaster, a complete mastery of the level. "Judge, be careful!" Night Orchid exclaimed.

Although Judge reacted quickly, the blade radiance still left a deep gash on his left arm, causing blood to spurt out.

"Frostblade, come here!" Night Orchid shouted and rushed to Judge's side. She said after a pause, "Soul Chaser, intercept the others!"

"Got it!" Soul Chaser understood her plan well. With a loud response, his aura surged to the extreme, and he blocked the group that had intended to chase after Michael.

"Judge, how are you?" Frostblade quickly arrived at Judge's side and asked.

"No big deal." Judge replied.

"You killed so many members of my sect, I will destroy all of you!" The elderly War Grandmaster at the peak of his level had now approached the three of them from a distance of thirty to forty meters. "Another old fool!" Judge retorted coldly.

"Let's finish this quickly!" Night Orchid exchanged a glance with Frostblade and Judge. "Let's do it!"

"Yes!" Frostblade and Judge nodded simultaneously.

"Cold Moon Slash!"

Following this, the three of them simultaneously uttered the incantation in a low voice, each channeling their full power to release a crescent-shaped blade radiance.

"Don't overestimate yourselves!" The old man didn't even consider the three of them at the early stage of War Grandmaster. He snorted coldly and swung his own blade.

However, in the next moment, his face stiffened The blade radiance from Night Orchid, Frostblade, and Judge seemed to have been enchanted, instantly merging into one and swiftly rushing towards him, greatly increasing in power. The Cold Moon blade radiance chopped the old man's large blade into two pieces, then swiftly passed through his waist.

"So... strong..." After uttering those two words, the old man had a bloodline forming at his waist, blood gushing out. His upper and lower body fell to the ground one after the other, a gruesome sight of blood and flesh.

Cold Moon Slash was a technique custom-made by Billy for his five sharp blades! Although only three of them were working together now and couldn't unleash the full power of the Cold Moon Slash, dealing with a War Grandmaster-level opponent was not a problem.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Elder Three!" The Cloud-Stepping Sect's group yelled as they saw their companion on the ground.

"Everyone except Janice Harvey is dead!" Night Orchid frowned and rushed forward with her blade.

"Kill!" Judge roared and followed Frostblade.

"RUN!" Except for the people from Ink Pavilion, members of Cloud-Stepping Sect and Crimson Sun Sect immediately scattered and fled for their lives.

Among the remaining individuals,

except for two men and women at the War Grandmaster Intermediate stage, the others had cultivation levels below Warlord. They didn't have the courage to continue fighting. After all, even though the opponents were only four people, they could easily slay even a War Grandmaster at the peak stage, let alone people of their level.

"Weren't you all eager to chase us just now?" Soul Chaser pursued them, taunting as he went after them.

Judge quickly dashed toward the location of Janice Harvey; he couldn't allow this woman to escape!

Now, let's rewind time by fifteen

minutes. Just as the members of the three opposing factions were about to chase after Night Orchid

and her group, Preston Page, the

right protector of Ink Pavilion, looked at Billy and spoke, "I heard that you've cultivated to the Half-Step War God-Emperor level, yet you've formed the aura of a true War God-Emperor?"

"Don't believe it?" Billy replied casually.

"I do believe it," Preston nodded. "King of the West is a genius of a millennium, anything is possible for you."

After speaking, Preston drew his sword from his side. "Go ahead, let me witness the true strength of you, King of the West!"