The War God's Homecoming

Chapter 338 Killing Intent

Many of the members of Ink Pavilion were below the Battle General level, unable to withstand SHADOW's relentless attacks. In a short time, a large number of them fell.

"God damn it!" The white-haired old man shouted angrily, drawing a sword from his side, and it shot out. His aura instantly reached its peak, revealing his War Grandmaster-level cultivation. Energy of his sword raged, leaving several deep wounds on a few SHADOW members, causing blood to spray.

"The one who's gonna die is you!"Casey growled, and he swiftly darted forward like a shadow, his Bloodshadow Battle Blade drawing an incredibly sharp and icy gleam.

"You ignorant kid!" The white-haired old man coldly retorted, not retreating but advancing. Simultaneously, he thrust out with his sword, creating fierce sword energy.

When their attacks collided, the old man's swordsmanship was instantly shattered, and Casey's blade continued from his right arm. After the blade passed, the old man's forearm was severed and fell to the ground.

"Hmm..." The old man groaned, quickly retreating more than ten steps, and the concrete ground beneath him cracked like a spiderweb. His face was filled with shock as he looked at Casey. Both were at the same level, yet he had been severely injured by a single move, which was incredible.

"This is all you know!" Casey said coldly and launched another attack.

The old man's pupils shrank to the size of pinpricks, and an overwhelming sense of danger permeated his entire body.

"Elder Berridge, be careful!" A War Grandmaster-in-training, who was battling Azure Dragon on the side, sensed the crisis and shouted. Immediately after, avoiding Azure Dragon's attack, he rushed towards Casey. His cultivation was one level lower than Casey's, and he couldn't withstand Casey's attack. His arm was severed, and blood sprayed.

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The white-haired old man screamed, his

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was no match for Casey, especially since he had already lost an arm. Staying behind

far beyond his, and before he could react,

blade aura penetrated straight through the old man's back. Due to inertia, the old man continued to run a few steps before collapsing, convulsing for a moment before becoming motionless. Casey

King of the West!" As Casey battled against

people within the range of his aura couldn't help but shiver and retreated. Truly deserving of being one of the Ink Pavilion's four chief

and he swiftly drew countless afterimages in the air with his sword,

swordsmanship, whether it was trees or boulders, everything was reduced to rubble, with debris and dust flying everywhere. Deep, frightening sword scars were left on the hard concrete and a nearby wooden structure collapsed with a resounding crash. Before long, the gathering sword energy coalesced into the form of a shadowy sword, carrying a world-shattering energy, and it thrust rapidly toward Billy. In its wake, the winds

in the late stages, is he strong?" Billy muttered in a

this possible?" Watching the blood-red blade aura descending from the sky, Lionel Warner's pupils contracted, and his body was covered in goosebumps. An extremely terrifying sense

his illusory sword shape offered no resistance to the blood-red blade aura, exploding instantly. A violent shockwave rippled outwards.

out a mouthful of blood as he was flung into the air. In mid-air, his sword fell to the ground with a clang, followed by his severed arm, blood gushing out. After flying abou a hundred meters, he crashed to the ground, with at least a third of his bones broken. He collapsed like

Lionel Warner struggled to speak after coughing up another mouthful