The War God's Homecoming

Chapter 505 A God-Emperor Realm Powerhouse

Quillan sprayed a mouthful of blood into the sky, his body flying out like autumn leaves in the wind. He crashed heavily into the mountainous terrain a hundred meters away, his aura instantly weakening.

In contrast, Billy's figure quickly slid back for dozens of meters before coming to a stop. His blood roiled within, and his aura appeared slightly disordered.

Clearly, Quillan's condition was far worse; his combat strength had been reduced to less than half. Seeing this scene, Arthur, who was behind them, involuntarily took a deep breath, his face filled with extreme shock.

Billy's combat power far exceeded his estimation!

Arthur had originally thought that the Bloodshadow Fury Blade was Billy's greatest reliance, but now it seemed that it was not the case at all. Even without the blade, Billy could still unleash attacks of such a level. It was nothing short of miraculous. He had a feeling that even in his prime, he might not be able to withstand the blow Billy had just executed!

"Is that Dragon's Dominion you just used?" Quillan struggled to stand up from the ground.

His astonishment was no less than Arthur's.

He never expected that even though Billy gave up the Bloodshadow Fury Blade, he still wouldn't be a match for him.

"Congratulations, you got it right!" Billy said after suppressing the turbulence in his heart.

"What's your relationship with the the Clouds Sect?" Quillan's pupils contracted.

"Is this question important?" Billy smiled lightly. After a brief pause, his tone became serious. "Alright, no more chit-chat with you. I'm here to send you on your way. Starting today, Ink Pavilion officially exits the stage of Glavale!"

Billy had rushed here today for a simple reason: to completely uproot the malignant tumor of Ink Pavilion from Glavale. So, from the beginning, he had never intended to spare Quillan's life.

As his words fell, he moved, and his hands rapidly unleashed a series of palm strikes, like a hurricane sweeping toward Quillan. There was no holding back in his attacks; he intended to defeat his opponent on the spot. Sensing the killing intent emanating from Billy's body, Quillan's pupils contracted to the size of a grain of wheat. He wanted to dodge, but in his current state, his teleportation speed had greatly decreased, making escape impossible.

Arthur shouted

furrowed tightly. Without much time to think, he immediately abandoned Quillan

his power and

Boom! Boom!

of them were sent flying, leaving two curved streaks of blood in the air. They crashed heavily to the ground, tumbling several somersaults before coming to a stop. Their auras were both extremely weak. Clearly, the newcomer's skills far surpassed theirs, at least in the perfection

up from the ground, looked at Billy and

fine!" Billy got up as well, took a brief moment to recover, and replied. He

long, an old man in a gray Daoist robe walked steadily toward

the gates of hell, looked at the newcomer and called

furrowed his brows

a tone similar to the one used by Dale Waitz. After a slight pause, he continued, "Ink Pavilion's leader has been injured by you. To

if we don't agree?" Billy

me, King of the West?"

replied with a stern

King of the West, you want to break through the 'mirror' and challenge me, right?" The old man chuckled. "Even so,

told you I want to break through the 'mirror'?" Billy wiped the blood from

unfounded!" The old man spoke again. With a chuckle, he continued, "I must take Ink

saying that, he looked at Quillan and said,

level, attacking someone at a Half-Step War God-Emperor level, you really have a bright future!" Just then, a voice echoed

furrowed his brows.

answering his question, another figure in cyan

other than Adam Greenleaf

smiled. But he was not surprised