The War God's Homecoming

Chapter 507 Ink Pavilion in Peril

"Run, hurry!"

At the next moment, a man's voice rang out in the midst of the battle, and without hesitation, the people on both sides of the fight scattered in all directions.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

One person started running, and soon, there was another, and then more. Those who remained from the three opposing camps all started fleeing for their lives.

Rory Allen, the vice-master of the Ink Pavilion, also showed no intention of lingering in the battle. He furrowed his brow, parried an attack from his opponent, and then dashed towards the nearby woods. "Can you escape?" Adam said coldly, following closely like a ghost.

"Everyone, listen to the order, kill them all, leave no one alive!" Billy's voice echoed simultaneously.

With those words, they swiftly pursued the leader of Ink Pavilion and the male practitioner at the later-stage War Emperor realm from the Heavenly Dragon Sect.

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"Understood!" Casey and Bob Stokes replied loudly. With that, they all started chasing after the scattered remnants of the opposing side.

The remaining individuals from the opposing side were already in disarray, unable to hold their ground for even ten minutes. Including Rory Allen, they all fell to the ground.

At this point, Ink Pavilion with a history of a thousand years had suffered significant damage. Among its elite forces, only Quillan and the last vice-master remained. The other three vice-masters, two elder protectors, and four leaders of the factions all perished. Even among the seven faction leaders, six had been killed, leaving only one. To return to its former glory would take at least a decade, but Billy wasn't about to give them that much time. The malignant tumor known as Ink Pavilion had to be eradicated.

"Uncle Adam!" Before long, Bob Stokes and Ian Blade approached Adam and bowed respectfully.

Bob Stokes hailed from Ether Mountains and naturally knew Adam Greenleaf. Although Ian Blade might not be a true disciple from Ether Mountain, he had visited there several times and had known Adam for a while.

Adam replied with a faint smile, nodding his head, "How have you two been in the capital city? Haven't caused any trouble for young master, have you?"

"No, of course not!" Bob vehemently shook his head.

"That's good. Otherwise, you'll have to accompany me back to Ether Mountain for closed-door training." Adam added with another smile.

"We promise we won't!" Bob shivered and shook his head.

"I'll take your word for it." Adam said with another smile.

"Uncle Adam, let me introduce a few brothers to you," Billy said with a smile and introduced Casey and the others to Adam.

"Uncle Adam!" Casey and the others all bowed.

"You're all young master's brothers, no need for formalities." Adam said, raising his hand with a smile.

"King of the West, Lord Greenleaf, how about we go to the village for a while?" Arthur said, looking at Adam and Billy.

"Sure," Billy replied with a smile and then turned to Adam, "Uncle Adam, are you in a hurry?"

"Let's go sit for a while," Adam responded, "I have some matters to discuss with you, Master Billy."

"Okay." Billy smiled again and walked toward the village, with the others following closely behind.

Bob Stokes, lan Blade and the two hundred people they brought, along with several hundred SHADOW brothers, stayed behind to clean up the scene.

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Meanwhile, as Billy and his group headed toward the village, Quillan and Elder Turner had reached a forest about ten kilometers away from the village. Before long, an elder stepped out from the woods, also dressed in gray robes, with youthful appearance despite his White hair. He had a sharp and alert presence, and there was no discernible fluctuation of energy around him.

The newcomer was the elder who had been heard but not seen earlier.

"Greetings, Mr Reed!" Elder Turner bowed.

"Greetings, Vice-Dean Reed!" Quillan greeted with a bow as well.

"Hmm." The elder known as Zachary Reed nodded slightly, then sent a few strands of powerful Chi into Elder Turner's body, stopping the bleeding from his severed arm.

"Elder Turner, return to the Dean immediately with your severed arm. He should be able to facilitate its regrowth."

"Thank you, Vice-Dean Reed." Wyatt Turner bowed again.

"Go," Zachary Reed gestured with his hand.

"Alright." Elder Turner said, greeting Quillan and quickly departing.

"Master of Ink Pavilion, are you blaming me for asking you to hand over the jade pendant earlier?" Zachary looked at Quillan and asked.

"Vice-Dean Reed, you speak too heavily." Quillan replied with a hint of surprise in his eyes and a slight bow.

"We have an agreement with the old

man on the Ether Mountain, not to act recklessly. If I had acted today, he would undoubtedly have descended from the Mountain, and it would have caused chaos in the martial world. Although the Cerulean Abyss Institute could potentially face him with all its strength, it's not time. to completely break ties with him."

"I understand." Quillan said with a nod.

"Besides, there are five pieces of the Five Elements Jade Pendants, and even if they take one piece, it won't matter. Sooner or later, they will have to return it." Zachary said with a slightly grave tone. "I understand," Quillan responded. "Vice-Dean Reed, there's something I'm not sure if I should mention."

"Please go ahead."

"If we allow King of the West to continue growing like this, it won't be long before his wings are fully developed. By then, if we want to deal with him again, it's going to be..." Quillan hesitated before continuing. "Master of Ink Pavilion, you worry too much." Zachary interrupted him. "A dragon that hasn't fully matured is just a worm. Although he is a rare genius that appears once in a thousand years, in the Glavale Region, there is more than one such prodigy."

"Leaving aside other forces, even within Cerulean Abyss Institute, there are two or three geniuses who can match him."

"I know that, but he..." Quillan paused and then continued.

"Rest assured," Zachary said, slightly narrowing his eyes. "Very soon, some ancient martial prodigies will enter the capital city. We'll see if he can handle them."

"Oh?" Quillan's eyes brightened. "Is that true?"

"Of course," Zachary nodded and then changed the subject. "Ink Pavilion has suffered significant losses over the past six months. For the next period, it's better not to engage in activities. After you return, use the Ink Pool to help the elders of your Ink Pavilion to improve their cultivation. Otherwise, Ink Pavilion is in danger."

"Understood," Quillan nodded solemnly. He didn't need Zachary to remind him of this; he was well aware. Currently, the high-end combat strength of Ink Pavilion was only him and one other vice-master. If they didn't quickly raise the cultivation levels of others, Ink Pavilion would be in danger of extinction at any moment.

"Vice-Dean Reed, what about the situation with Arthur Fowler?" Quillan asked after a brief pause.

"For now, there's no need to worry about it. Let's see what kind of tricks they can come up with," Zachary replied with indifference.

With that, he gazed ahead, deep in thought.

"The current rulers of the capital city think that reviving Glavale is easy. If that were the case, it wouldn't have taken a hundred years."