The War God's Homecoming

Chapter 381 A Half-Step War God-Emperor!

Chapter 381 A Half-Step War God-Emperor!

"Got it!" Night Orchid, who had been poised for action, responded. She swiftly moved, and the gleam of her blade appeared.

"Don't overestimate yourself!" The gray-robed man snorted and wielded his sword to meet her, while the others remained in their positions. He unleashed several sword energies to counter Night Orchid's attack, creating a gust of wind.

"Die!" Night Orchid furrowed her brow and activated the Cold Moon Blade Technique, sending a crescent-shaped blade energy like lightning.

"Big words!" The man didn't take Night Orchid seriously and he started brandishing his sword.

As Night Orchid's blade passed, his sword energy was instantly shattered, and shockwaves rippled outward. Soon, the blade energy pierced through the man's throat, leaving a bloodied line.

"How... how is this possible?" The man struggled to say a few words before blood gushed out, and he fell to the ground.

A look of surprise appeared simultaneously on the faces of the white-haired elder and the woman.

The other seventeen people called his name in shock.

"How dare you kill my senior fellow disciple, you're courting death!" a woman shouted, drawing her sword and charging forward, followed by the others.

"Dare to challenge SHADOW? Die!" Night Orchid didn't hesitate for a moment. Her wrist flicked rapidly, and the blade energy struck again.

The few people at the front didn't have time to react and were impaled through their hearts by her blade. After a little while, they all fell to the ground convulsing before becoming still. These people were all Battle Gods, so they couldn't withstand the furious attack from Night Orchid.

"You're dead!" Seeing this scene, Nicole Manning shouted, picking up her sword and charging forward. Her aura skyrocketed to that of a War Grandmaster. With a flick of her wrist, a sword energy, as solid as substance, shot toward Night Orchid like lightning. The sword energy was halfway there when it was shattered by another sword energy, vanishing instantly.

"Hmm?" Nicole Manning furrowed her brow, turning to look at Bob Stokes, who still wore a cold and aloof expression, and asked, "You dare block me?"

"I even dare to kill you. Do you believe me?" Bob responded in a stern voice.

"Ignorant!" Nicole Manning snorted. "Then let me send you to hell!"

Her figure darted forward, and her sword created dozens of sword blossoms, forming a terrifying array.

Bob Stokes narrowed his eyes. He took two steps forward without any fancy moves, and a sword energy tore through Nicole Manning's sword formation, heading straight for her heart.

"Hmm?" Watching the rapidly enlarging sword energy in her pupils, Nicole shivered all over.

"You dare!" At that moment, the white-haired elder finally made his move.

As a tide of overwhelming Chi energy surged forth, Nicole Manning was lifted into the air before she crashed heavily onto the ground. She grimaced in pain. However, she managed to evade Bob Stokes' sword energy. At the same time, Bob was forced back seven or eight steps, his internal energy in turmoil.

"Nicole, how are you?" The elder hurried over to help Nicole Manning to her feet.

"Second Elder, kill him, I must have him dead!" Nicole Manning pointed at Bob Stokes, gritting her teeth.

"Alright!" The elder nodded. "Go rest for now. Leave it to me."

Nicole Manning nodded and turned back to her seat, her eyes filled with cold determination. She had been in a position of privilege since she was a child, and this was the first time someone had treated her like this. In her heart, Bob Stokes had already been sentenced to death.

"Bob, take a break, I'll handle this." Billy looked at Bob Stokes.

"I'm fine. Let me play with him!" Bob replied.

"He's a Half-Step War God-Emperor, one and a half ranks higher than you. Are you sure?" Billy smiled faintly.

Billy's words revealed Bob Stokes' cultivation - Bob was War Emperor in the pinnacle realm. At the summit of Ether Mountain, there were no weaklings by that old man's side. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

"He's a Half-Step War God-Emperor? I thought he was a War Emperor!" Bob Stokes' mouth twitched slightly upon hearing Billy's words.

"In that case, you should handle it. I have to go to work tomorrow, and I can't afford to be bedridden!"

The difference between a Half-Step War God-Emperor and a War Emperor in the perfection realm, despite being only half a rank apart, made a world of difference in terms of combat power. A Half- Step War God-Emperor could already grasp the essence of his martial art, sensing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, a feat that a regular complete War Emperor couldn't match.

Bob Stokes knew his limitations. Although he could barely challenge opponents who was a War Emperor in the perfection realm, he had no confidence against a Half-Step War God-Emperor.

"Alright!" Billy smiled again, then turned to the elder and calmly asked, "Please introduce yourself."

"I'm Windsor Moore from Purple Light Sect," the elder replied coldly.

"So, you're from Purple Light Sect!" Bob Stokes furrowed his brow. "You people are acting so recklessly, as if you're treating the capital as your backyard?"

Purple Light Sect was a top-tier martial sect in the ancient martial world, and it had true God- Emperor-level experts within its ranks. The elder glanced at Bob Stokes but didn't respond to his words. Instead, he turned to Billy.

"I've heard rumors of a once-in-a-millennium genius from the War Department in Glavale. Now that I've seen you, you're nothing special." He continued.

"You ain't even a Half-Step War God-Emperor, I don't know what the War Department of Glavale has to be proud of. Compared to some prodigies in the ancient martial art world, you fall far short!"

His words exposed a common mindset of many ancient martial art sects. These sects, with centuries and even millennia of heritage, had gone through numerous dynasties and generations. Many of their members cared only about the sect's interests, and they didn't have much attachment to the nation. In their daily lives, they used various shady means through the secular world's powerbrokers and other influential families to continuously absorb the nation's resources. But when the nation needed them, they would leave nothing behind. They were truly parasites of the nation. Commander Gardner, the King of the West, would one day level these sects and restore Glavale to its former glory.

"Is that so?" Billy squinted slightly and continued, "Are you here to settle scores for the Leonard clan?"

"Mirabelle Leonard's death doesn't matter, and even wiping out the Leonard clan is of no consequence." Windsor Moore replied coldly. "But you should never have killed the Fifth Elder of Purple Light Sect."

"You Killed him, you have to die."

"What a stubborn old fool!" Bob Stokes sneered. Although he hadn't been with Billy for some time, he had absolute confidence that the opponent couldn't match Billy. He had heard that old man mention that if it weren't for some special reasons that had kept Billy's cultivation suppressed, he would have reached the God-Emperor realm a year ago.

"You'd better keep your mouth shut, or I wouldn't mind sending you on your way first!" Windsor Moore said, looking at Bob Stokes.

"Damn, if you've got the guts, come at me! Do you think I'm afraid of you?" Bob Snorted, and his aura surged once again.