The War God's Homecoming

Chapter 152 You've Set Me Up!

"Azure Fang, your SHADOW is getting more and more audacious. Who gave you the right to arrest people?” Sebastian Cook looked at Azure Fang and continued speaking.

Naturally, Sebastian Cook knew Azure Fang, and Azure Fang also knew his identity. However, Azure Fang didn't even bother to acknowledge him as if he didn't exist at all, which made Sebastian furious.

"May I ask who you are?" Azure Fang replied in a deep voice. "Does SHADOW need to explain anything to you?"

"Azure Fang, let me give you some advice. You better not be too arrogant because if something happens, even your boss won't be able to save you!" After taking a deep breath, Sebastian Cook responded coldly.

Azure Fang's eyes narrowed as he pointed at Marquis. "Do you really want to protect him?"

"Unless you have sufficient reasons for doing so, Marquis will not leave with you today!" Sebastian Cook replied loudly.

"This is SHADOW's business, it's none of your concern!” With a flick of his wrist, Azure Fang drew his Cold Moon curved blade and took steps towards Marquis.

Sebastian Cook snorted coldly while drawing out his sword from its sheath with a swish.

Seeing their leader draw out his sword, the soldiers behind Sebastian also entered into battle-ready positions immediately.

"Attack!"

Three thousand SHADOW guards drew their swords simultaneously while shouting in unison that was deafening. At the same time, everyone released their strongest aura causing an overwhelming pressure that filled the entire courtyard, making it hard for anyone present there not feel suffocated by it.

Those black-clad men around Marquis shuddered instantly when they felt this pressure. Many of them turned pale with fear while some nearly collapsed on the spot due to weak legs.

Although they were not ordinary martial artists, the vast majority of them had warrior-level cultivation; however, the SHADOWers were all elites in the central district, and many of them were grandmaster-level Battle Masters. Moreover, there were nearly thirty Battle General powerhouses among them, including several who possessed strength of a Battle God.

With such a lineup, how could they resist? Just the pressure alone was enough to make them feel hopeless.

start a fight between SHADOW and the central region's war department?” Sebastian Cook's

That's your business!" Azure Fang responded in a low voice. "Today, even if it's you or someone above you here, I

too arrogant!” Sebastian replied angrily. "Let me see what

low voice by

he sped towards Marquis leaving an afterimage in his

now, whether or

while flipping his wrist causing

out, and at the same

around were directly knocked to the ground, their clothes torn open by the strong wind, leaving several ragged tears. They lay on the ground, crying out in pain. Meanwhile, Sebastian quickly retreated more than ten steps backwards, and the cement ground under his feet cracked like a spider

expect Azure Fang to be so powerful, and even Sebastian Cook was not his opponent. A hint of unease rose in his

perfect late stage of the Battle God?!" Sebastian Cook took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the surging blood in his

going to stop me now?" Azure Fang

let out a heavy sigh and his

sufficient reason and take him away, if

interrupted him. "Do you know who

do

surprise again,

district and he is the first person in charge!" Azure Fang said

loud, his face

protect him

you say so earlier!" Sebastian asked angrily. As one of the key figures in the Central District War Department, he naturally knew what Ink

was any resistance encountered during this process they were to be killed on sight. And now he not only failed to take down his opponent proactively but also obstructed SHADOW from

constitute a violation of military orders. He could even be suspected as an accomplice with Ink Pavilion resulting in very serious

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to you?"

a mouthful of blood, whether from his injuries or anger was