The War God's Homecoming
Chapter 294 The Depths Of The Frazier Clan

Chapter 294 The Depths of the Frazier Clan

The man who had been hit by the slipper earlier took in a sharp breath when he heard Rupert Frazier's words. The thought sent a shiver down his spine. He realized that if it weren't for the Third Master stopping him earlier, he would have been in big trouble.

Others who didn't recognize Billy had similarly serious expressions. The fact that the King of the West had shown up meant that something significant was happening in the Frazier Clan. "Additionally, I wonder if Commander Gardner is here today as the King of the West or as the head of SHADOW?" Rupert Frazier continued after a slight pause.

"Today, I am neither the King of the West nor the head of SHADOW," Billy calmly replied. "I am here representing myself, Billy Gardner."

"What does that mean?" Rupert Frazier asked, puzzled. "Commander Gardner, what brings you here?"

"I'm here to find someone." Billy replied.

"To find someone?" Rupert Frazier raised an eyebrow. "May I ask who you are looking for?"

"I'm looking for two people," Billy said again. "First, Estelle Stuart and second, Violet Frazier."

"Hmm?" Rupert Frazier's pupils slightly constricted.

Rupert Frazier didn't think there was any connection between Billy and the two of them.

"Are you going to inform them to come out and meet me, or should I find them myself?" Billy asked.

"I don't know what Commander Gardner wants with my mother," Rupert Frazier said after taking a deep breath.

"My patience has limits, I'll give you one minute to consider. If you don't want to go and call them, I'll go in myself."

"Commander Gardner, while you are a prominent figure in the country and a key member of the Ministry of War, it doesn't mean you can do as you please. I hope you..." Rupert Frazier began to say, but Judge interrupted him.

"Thirty seconds!" Judge shouted.

"Commander Gardner, please think it over. We are the Frazier Clan..." Rupert Frazier tried to maintain his composure.

"Ten seconds!" Judge continued to count down. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Are you trying to stop me?" Billy asked Rupert Frazier calmly.

"If Commander Gardner insists on acting recklessly, then we have no choice." Rupert replied.

"Time's up!" Stout shouted this time.

Stout's words were barely finished when two figures quickly dashed towards the other side. It was Azure Fang and Frostblade. They had been growing impatient and couldn't wait any longer. They brandished their curved blades, ready to strike.

"Stop them!" Rupert Frazier pointed towards Billy's direction and shouted.

Several figures rushed towards them, their full force unleashed, all of them with formidable martial prowess. Even the weakest among them was a Battle God.

"Ugh, I tried to talk to you nicely, but you just won't listen," Judge said with a sigh, sounding disappointed. He then dashed towards the approaching figures.

Night Orchid and Soul Chaser didn't hesitate either. They drew their curved blades and joined the fray.

"If you insist on going your own way, don't blame us!" Rupert Frazier's eyes showed a hint of seriousness. He raised his hand, and with a deep voice, shouted, "Attack together!" "Yes!" Hundreds of people on the scene responded in unison and surrounded the intruders.

In the blink of an eye, the entire square turned into a battlefield. It was like a small war zone, and within moments, a large number of combatants lay sprawled on the ground. Meanwhile, Billy continued walking towards the depths of the estate. He could sense several formidable auras emanating from the backyard. As for the people on the square, they were just small fries, and he had no interest in fighting them.

Among the Five Sharp Blades, except for Soul Chaser, the other four had already reached the level of Warlord. Azure Fang and Frostblade were even on the cusp of becoming Warlords. Dealing with these people was well within their abilities.

"Boss, it seems that they're much stronger than the Leonards." Stout commented as he followed Billy.

Stout had also sensed the presence of several powerful individuals in the estate's depths, with at least four of them being War Grandmasters.

"Yes," Billy nodded. "The Frazier Clan has the support of the Stuarts, so they aren't weak."

Billy knew better than anyone how strong the Stuart family was. They were not comparable to the organization backing the Leonards.

"Stop them!" Rupert Frazier pointed at Billy and Stout, raising his voice.

Four disciples of the Frazier family rushed forward. They were all Warlords, and they attacked with full force.

"Foolish," Stout sneered and took a few steps forward. He raised his hand and sent out a series of powerful punches.

After the dust settled, the four men were sent flying, unable to get back on their feet for quite some time. Their faces were filled with astonishment. None of them had expected the chubby-looking Stout to possess such strength. In their eyes, he was at least at the late-stage of a Warlord.

"This is the Frazier Estate, not a place for your recklessness!"

Just then, a male voice rang out.

In an instant, a blurred figure rushed forward, simultaneously unleashing a punch brimming with overwhelming power towards Stout.

"Ignorant!" Stout coldly snorted, not retreating but instead surging forward with a fierce palm wind.

Their attacks collided like two high-pressure waves, shattering a row of trees on the right side of the road, sending leaves flying in all directions. After a single exchange, Stout and the newcomer simultaneously retreated seven or eight steps, their strengths evenly matched.

"Hmm?" The newcomer stabilized himself and couldn't help but show surprise. His cultivation was at the level of a Half-Step War Grandmaster, yet he had been forced to a draw by his opponent.

"Surprised?" Stout said nonchalantly.

"Who are you?" The man frowned.

"Why so many words? Are you going to fight or not? If you're not brave enough to fight, then get lost and stop embarrassing yourself here!" Stout taunted.

"Furthermore, here's some advice for you, if you attack again, you're dead!"

"Humph! You're extremely arrogant! Let me see what else you've got!" The man, naturally, wasn't going to be intimidated by a Warlord Peak-stage kid.

As his words fell, he attacked again. His aura instantly reached its peak, unmistakably the presence of a Half-Step War Grandmaster. Fists and shadows danced, and a roaring wave of energy came pouring toward Stout like raindrops. Explosions rang out in the air.

"If you're so eager to die, then I'll grant your wish!" Stout muttered under his breath. He swiftly dodged a round of attacks and then continued to flick his wrist.

In the next moment, rows of silver needles shot out at a speed almost like bullets, creating a sharp, whistling sound.

"Hmm!?" The man clearly hadn't expected Stout to have this move up his sleeve. His pupils constricted, and he quickly raised his hand to deflect the rain of silver needles. As he managed to deflect the last few needles, Stout had already closed the distance to within ten meters of him. Then, with another flick of his wrist, a wave of special fragrance burst forth.

"Damn it!" The man realized that the scent was no ordinary thing and quickly held his breath.

"Too late!" Stout said calmly, simultaneously sweeping his palm towards the man.

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