The War God's Homecoming

Chapter 481 War God-Emperor Rises and Falls

As Mortimer Warner's voice fell, an overwhelming aura surged forth, revealing his cultivation of a Tier-one War God-Emperor.

The formidable pressure immediately shrouded the entire space, causing several members of Ink Pavilion to involuntarily step back.

"Arthur Fowler is mine, the woman is yours!" Mortimer instructed before darting towards Arthur and the woman like lightning.

In the middle of his approach, his hands left countless afterimages in the void, and his arms turned iron-gray. Before long, a massive shadowy palm appeared above his head, surrounded by thunder. "Take my palm!"

In the next moment, he spoke up and forcefully pushed his right palm forward. Subsequently, the shadowy palm descended like a small mountain towards Arthur, creating explosive cracks in the air and a raging wind.

"Ah... why won't you listen to reason!" Even before Mortimer made his move, Arthur had already acted, and his aura exploded. "More than twenty years ago, I spared your life, hoping you would mend your ways. But now, it seems I was too optimistic. Since that's the case, today, I'll act on behalf of fate once again!"

While speaking, Arthur Fowler took several large steps forward, his palms leaving dozens of afterimages as he activated the 'Return to the Origins of Power' technique. In no time, a massive white energy sphere formed between his palms, with the air inside it churning violently, as if it was about to burst out. At the same time, streams of true energy from the Ink Pavilion disciples flowed into the white sphere. "Retreat to a kilometer away!" Titan Holden and Max Holden shouted simultaneously.

Without their reminder, everyone had already sensed their own true energy leaking out and quickly moved backward.

Meanwhile, Bessie Charleston also acted, and her teleportation speed was astonishing. In the blink of an eye, she rushed forward. With a casual reach, she snatched a sword from an Ink Pavilion member's hand and swung it, unleashing dozens of meters of sword energy.

want to see 'Return to the Origins of Power' again? I can fulfill your wish!" Arthur's voice

the massive energy sphere, carrying a devastating force, collided

Boom!

causing the earth to shake. Within a kilometer radius, trees and rocks were reduced to rubble, and the scene was horrifying. Mortimer spurted a mouthful of blood into the air and slid back rapidly for fifty to sixty meters before finally stabilizing. His aura

After spitting out another mouthful

more than twenty years, even with the power of Ink Pool, I am

progress for ten years, but it seems you've quickly broken through to the later stage of War God-Emperor. The Ink Pool's

Arthur. "You're overestimating yourself! I admit, your skills are indeed slightly better than mine, but if I'm determined to leave, do you think you can stop me?" "I might have a little trouble on my own," Arthur smiled. "But don't forget, there's an old

skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but look towards the battlefield a

dozen people with each sword strike, completely overwhelming them. In less than a few minutes, all two hundred members of Ink Pavilion, including Titan Holden and Max Holden, had fallen. Without exception, they were all cut in half by sword Chi, and the scene was gruesome. "She's a real monster!" Mortimer looked at the severed limbs on the ground, gritted his teeth, and asked,

Charleston," Arthur

"You mean she's the former sect master of Sword Sect?" "As good

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know where this rumor started!"

fame had already spread throughout the martial world more than thirty years ago, and her

a chance earlier, but you didn't seize it. Now that you want to leave, it's too late!" Arthur's voice rang out in Mortimer's ears. As he

attack. At that moment, several sword beams, each about a hundred meters long, flashed like lightning, carrying a thunderous force and a formidable aura. Mortimer Warner had no time to think and immediately activated his full power to form a defensive barrier, attempting to block this onslaught. However, he had underestimated Bessie Charleston's

silence. The oppressive atmosphere in

stream of blood gushed