The War God's Homecoming
Chapter 505 A God-Emperor Realm Powerhouse

Chapter 505 A God-Emperor Realm Powerhouse

Quillan sprayed a mouthful of blood into the sky, his body flying out like autumn leaves in the wind. He crashed heavily into the mountainous terrain a hundred meters away, his aura instantly weakening.

In contrast, Billy's figure quickly slid back for dozens of meters before coming to a stop. His blood roiled within, and his aura appeared slightly disordered.

Clearly, Quillan's condition was far worse; his combat strength had been reduced to less than half. Seeing this scene, Arthur, who was behind them, involuntarily took a deep breath, his face filled with extreme shock.

Billy's combat power far exceeded his estimation!

Arthur had originally thought that the Bloodshadow Fury Blade was Billy's greatest reliance, but now it seemed that it was not the case at all. Even without the blade, Billy could still unleash attacks of such a level. It was nothing short of miraculous. He had a feeling that even in his prime, he might not be able to withstand the blow Billy had just executed!

"Is that Dragon's Dominion you just used?" Quillan struggled to stand up from the ground.

His astonishment was no less than Arthur's.

He never expected that even though Billy gave up the Bloodshadow Fury Blade, he still wouldn't be a match for him.

"Congratulations, you got it right!" Billy said after suppressing the turbulence in his heart.

"What's your relationship with the the Clouds Sect?" Quillan's pupils contracted. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Is this question important?" Billy smiled lightly. After a brief pause, his tone became serious. "Alright, no more chit-chat with you. I'm here to send you on your way. Starting today, Ink Pavilion officially exits the stage of Glavale!"

Billy had rushed here today for a simple reason: to completely uproot the malignant tumor of Ink Pavilion from Glavale. So, from the beginning, he had never intended to spare Quillan's life.

As his words fell, he moved, and his hands rapidly unleashed a series of palm strikes, like a hurricane sweeping toward Quillan. There was no holding back in his attacks; he intended to defeat his opponent on the spot. Sensing the killing intent emanating from Billy's body, Quillan's pupils contracted to the size of a grain of wheat. He wanted to dodge, but in his current state, his teleportation speed had greatly decreased, making escape impossible.

"Gardner, be careful!" Just then, Arthur shouted loudly and rushed towards Billy.

"Hmm?" As Arthur shouted, Billy also sensed a terrifying crisis heading his way. His brows furrowed tightly. Without much time to think, he immediately abandoned Quillan and struck out a palm in the direction from which the threat was approaching.

At the same time, Arthur also channeled all his power and unleashed a punch toward the same target.

Boom! Boom!

In the next moment, two muffled sounds rang out, and both of them were sent flying, leaving two curved streaks of blood in the air. They crashed heavily to the ground, tumbling several somersaults before coming to a stop. Their auras were both extremely weak. Clearly, the newcomer's skills far surpassed theirs, at least in the perfection realm of a War God-Emperor.

"Gardner, are you okay?" Arthur, after getting up from the ground, looked at Billy and asked.

"I'm fine!" Billy got up as well, took a brief moment to recover, and replied. He also looked gravely in the direction of a figure standing a hundred meters away.

Before long, an old man in a gray Daoist robe walked steadily toward them, his face expressionless and his gaze sharp.

"Elder Turner?" Quillan, who had made a detour through the gates of hell, looked at the newcomer and called out.

"Who are you?" Arthur furrowed his brows and asked the old man.

"A nameless junior, no need to mention it!" The old man spoke in a tone similar to the one used by Dale Waitz. After a slight pause, he continued, "Ink Pavilion's leader has been injured by you. To give me some face, allow me to take him away, shall we?"

"What if we don't agree?" Billy squinted.

"Do you think you can stop me, King of the West?" the old man replied calmly.

"Want to try?" Billy replied with a stern tone.

"If I guessed correctly, King of the West, you want to break through the 'mirror' and challenge me, right?" The old man chuckled. "Even so, you still have no chance of winning!"

"Who told you I want to break through the 'mirror'?" Billy wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"I've heard that you are so self-confident that it's almost arrogant. Today, I can see that it's not unfounded!" The old man spoke again. With a chuckle, he continued, "I must take Ink Pavilion's leader with me today. If you two want to interfere, I apologize in advance!"

After saying that, he looked at Quillan and said, "Let's go!"

"A War God-Emperor at your level, attacking someone at a Half-Step War God-Emperor level, you really have a bright future!" Just then, a voice echoed through the air.

"Hmm?" The old man furrowed his brows. "Who are you?"

Without answering his question, another figure in cyan clothes appeared before them.

The newcomer was none other than Adam Greenleaf from the Ether Mountain.

"Uncle Adam!" Billy looked at him and smiled. But he was not surprised at all.

Such a major event happening at the foot of the Kun Lun Mountains would undoubtedly have reached the summit of the Ether Mountain. They would definitely send someone over, and he estimated that it would most likely be Adam Greenleaf.

"Master Billy, how are you?" Adam asked.

"It's nothing major!" Billy smiled again.

"Mr Greenleaf!" Recognizing Adam, Arthur bowed and respectfully addressed him.

With Adam's status, it was only natural for Arthur to address him as the King of Ether Mountain.

"Arthur, there's no need for such formalities!" Adam waved his hand.

"Who are you?" The old man turned his gaze to Adam and asked. Speaking as he did, a hint of strangeness flashed in his eyes. Although he sensed that Adam's cultivation level was the same as his, he inexplicably felt a sense of crisis emanating from the other party. He vaguely felt that Adam's combat power might be higher than his.

"I'm from Ether Mountain, Adam Greenleaf!" Adam replied calmly.

"Hmm?" The old man's pupils slightly contracted. "Are you Adam? A few years ago, you were gravely injured and went to Ether Mountain, right?"

"I originally belong to Ether Mountain!" Adam replied again. Having said that, he changed the subject, saying, "Ether Mountain has an order, War Gog-Emperors are not allowed to actively attack those below their level. You think it's child's play?"

"Since you've not yet shown any intent to kill, cut off an arm. And, get lost!"

"You're quite bold in your words!" The old man took a deep breath and replied in a solemn tone.

"Even if you come from Ether Mountain, it doesn't matter. Ether Mountain has dominated the Ancient Martial World for hundreds of years. It's time to make way!"

"Oh?" Adam squinted. "From your tone, you seem to have quite a background. Care to introduce yourself?"

"If I'm not mistaken, he should be from Cerulean Abyss Institute." Just then, Bessie's voice rang out, and she quickly approached. After reaching Adam's side, she also bowed and respectfully greeted him. "Lord Greenleaf."

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