The War God's Homecoming
Chapter 347 In A Desperate Situation

Chapter 347 In a Desperate Situation

After a muffled sound, the elderly man was seen rapidly flying out and crashing heavily onto the ground, struggling to get up for a while. A bloody hole was pierced through his abdomen, and copious amounts of blood gushed out.

"What kind of sword technique is this?" After a while, the elderly man, his face extremely pale, finally managed to crawl to his feet. He hadn't taken Rakshasa's sword technique seriously at first, but since she had broken through to the peak realm, the power of her sword technique had increased several-fold, almost overwhelming his perfection-stage opponent.

"A nameless sword technique." Rakshasa replied coldly. With that, she attacked again, concerned about White Tiger's condition and eager to assist him.

Her sharp sword struck once more, and a series of sword energies instantly condensed into a sword energy web, sweeping towards the elderly man. In the blink of an eye, he was enveloped by it. The elderly man's pupils contracted as he desperately tried to escape, only to find all his retreat routes sealed off, with no way to escape.

"Let's do this!" He gritted his teeth, raised his sword, and charged forward.

However, having already been severely injured, he was clearly no match. Finally, after the sword shadows had passed, he was left with over a dozen sword scars on his body.

Rakshasa ceased her attack without a second glance at him and turned around to rush toward White Tiger. Just as she turned, the elderly man's legs gave way, and numerous blood streams shot out of his body. His aura instantly withered.

"So strong..." With those last two words, his head drooped, his pupils dilated rapidly, and he breathed his last.

"White Tiger, I'm coming to help you!" At the same time, Rakshasa had already entered White Tiger's battle circle. "Alright, be careful!"

At this moment, White Tiger's body had been cut with several deep wounds, and his aura was in disarray.

"You killed him!?" The man in the black robe turned to look at the white-haired elder not far away, his face showing an incredulous expression.

"I'll kill you too!" Rakshasa replied coldly.

"Damn it!" The black-robed man roared, "I'll make you into minced meat!"

He couldn't help but feel angry. At first, he and the others from Rakshasa Hall were just prey to be slaughtered in his eyes. But now, the situation had turned around completely. Four Hall Masters from his side had fallen in less than half an hour. The hunters had become the hunted, leaving him at a loss as to how to explain this to their master.

Following that, he dashed forward like a berserk beast, his fury raging.

"Your opponent is me!" White Tiger shouted, and a blade radiance slashed out.

"Get lost!" The man in the black robe raised his hand and swept out a palm strike.

White Tiger spat out another mouthful of blood as he was sent flying again, this time sliding more than twenty meters before coming to a halt.

"White Tiger!" Rakshasa exclaimed in shock, her face turning pale. She wanted to check on White Tiger's condition, but the bald man blocked her way.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me!" White Tiger struggled to get up.

"If you want to die so badly, I'll grant your wish first!" The man in the black robe angrily shouted. Stepping out several large strides, he launched himself into the air, unleashing a barrage of punches towards White Tiger.

"You're really foolish," White Tiger said, a slight smirk forming on his lips as he observed his opponent's moves. Then, in a deep voice, he said, "Bloodshadow Blade Technique, Second Form, Sky Slash." As he spoke, he channeled his entire power, gripping his warblade and slashing out a formidable crescent-shaped blade energy, which surged toward his opponent like lightning. Bloodshadow Blade Technique possessed the power to challenge opponents of higher levels.

Hovering in mid-air, The white-haired old man intended to dodge, but he lacked the strength, so he could only watch as the blade energy rapidly expanded in his vision. The unprecedented killing intent enveloped him.

However, at that moment, a mighty wave of energy swept in from the side, accompanied by a roaring wind.

Boom!

White Tiger was sent flying like a cannonball, spitting out blood as he crashed heavily into the ground, leaving a large crater.

"White Tiger!" Rakshasa exclaimed in shock and rushed towards him. She had barely taken a few steps when another wave of energy swept her off her feet, and she landed less than five meters away from White Tiger, her aura instantly weakened.

"White... White Tiger." Rakshasa's mouth continued to spill blood.

"Such audacity! To dare kill two hall masters of Sanctum of Darkness!" At this moment, a man's figure steadily approached.

"Consider this your formal notice, Rakshasa Hall is hereby expelled from Place of Darkness!"

"My lord!" The man in the black robe and the bald man quickly bowed in respect.

"Darkshade, is this how you fulfilled your promise to me?" The newcomer was none other than the master of Temple of Slaughter, Slaughter Lord, a Half-Step War Emperor.

"I've failed in my duties, please, my lord, punish me!" The man in the black robe trembled and quickly knelt down.

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"Yes, my lord!" The man in the black robe shivered once again.

"Rakshasa, how are you..." By this time, White Tiger had crawled over to Rakshasa's side and reached out to grab her hand.

"I'm fine," Rakshasa replied with difficulty. "Their boss has arrived, and I'm afraid this is the end of the road for us."

Taking a deep breath, she continued, "White Tiger, can you tell me... Do you love me?"

"I love..." White Tiger took a deep breath and nodded firmly. "I love you. I promised boss I would go get married with you when I go back..."

"Really?" Rakshasa's face lit up with joy. "So you really want to marry me?"

"Absolutely!" White Tiger nodded vigorously.

"Thank you, White Tiger..." Rakshasa took another deep breath. "Being able to meet you in this life, that would be enough. The only regret is... we can't have a child. In... our next life... I'll marry you and give you a big, healthy son."

"Rakshasa, hang in there, don't give up." White Tiger held onto her hand tightly.

"It's no use. He is a Half-Step War Emperor, we don't even have a sliver of a chance..." Rakshasa responded with difficulty.

"Have you two finished chatting?" At this moment, Slaughter Lord looked down on the two of them from above.

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