The War God's Homecoming

Chapter 504 I don't Need a Knife

"Who are you?" Dale Waitz struggled to speak as he gazed at the group of people who had walked over from behind Bob Stokes.

"BOSS!" Both Bob Stokes and lan Blade turned to look.

The newcomers were naturally Billy, Casey, and the others. They had hurriedly made their way here and arrived just in time. Billy had used the travel time to heal his injuries. He had been seriously injured at the farmhouse in Ozin, but after two hours of recovery, he was in much better shape.

"King of the West?" Dale Waitz said again, a blood streak extending from his forehead down his body, which was now split in two and collapsed on the ground.

Until the last moment, he couldn't believe that he would die like this.

Before this, although he had heard that King of the West was very powerful and capable of killing Imperial-level experts, he had always believed there was some exaggeration involved.

After all, the gap between a true War God-Emperor and a half-step War God-Emperor was like night and day. Even if King of the West was an extraordinary genius, it shouldn't be to such an extreme extent.

But reality had slapped him hard in the face. Just with that one strike, even if he wasn't already injured, he probably wouldn't have been able to withstand it in his prime.

"Bob, lan, are you both alright?" Billy walked over to Bob Stokes and lan Blade.

"We're fine!" They both shook their heads simultaneously.

"That's good." Billy roughly checked their injuries and felt relieved. Then he looked at Bessie and said, "Mrs Charleston, nice to see you again!"

"Commander Gardner." Bessie bowed.

Billy gave a faint smile and then turned to Casey and the others, instructing, "Go for it, don't let anyone from Ink Pavilion and Heavenly Dragon Sect escape!" "Understood!" Everyone, including Bob and lan, responded and rushed towards the crowd on the lawn.

Fowler!" Billy said to Bessie

had varying degrees of injuries, and their combat abilities had decreased by at least twenty to thirty percent. From the momentum emanating from them, it was clear that Quillan had a slight advantage, and if they continued to fight, Arthur would definitely be the one to fall in

Boom!

and there was a loud noise. Afterward, Arthur slid back dozens of meters, while

Fowler, are you okay?" Billy walked steadily

when he saw Billy.

of Ink Pavilion personally took the field, so I came to join the fun." Billy

brow slightly and said, "You came so quickly,

Ozin, and even if they couldn't take down Billy, it shouldn't be difficult to keep him in Ozin and prevent him from leaving for at

very surprised?"

Quillan said. "But you made a wrong choice. You should have stayed in Ozin instead of coming here to die. But that's fine too. You've killed so many

smiled again and continued, "How do you think your current strength compares

confident,"

better than Leopold Stirling. If Leopold had indeed been killed by Billy, then Quillan's chances of survival were quite uncertain. "Let's give it a

not weak. Should I

heard that Billy was skilled, but he hadn't seen him in action himself, so he couldn't help but feel a bit worried. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the

was the talent sent by the heavens to

by my side." Billy said with

"But..." Arthur spoke again.

Billy smiled again and took a few steps toward

do you mean?" Quillan was slightly

I'm ready

quite arrogant," Quillan squinted. "Do you think you can defeat me without using the Bloodshadow

As he spoke, he flipped his wrist, and the Bloodshadow Fury Blade plunged into the