The War God's Homecoming

Chapter 253 The Culprit'S Demise, Annihilation

Chapter 253 The Culprit's Demise, Annihilation

Immediately, heads soared into the sky. Except for the master of Shattered Sky Sect, none were spared; all had fallen.

The sect master managed to dodge quickly, but a sword energy had sliced through his arm, causing blood to spurt.

"Who... who are you? Why do you want to annihilate Shattered Sky Sect?" Stabilizing his form, he stared at the figure in green robes with shock.

As a Half-Step War Emperor, a peerless powerhouse, he couldn't even withstand a single attack from his opponent.

"Ancient martial sects aren't allowed to meddle in mundane conflicts. Do you treat this rule as a game?" The voice of the green-robed figure was icy. "Furthermore, you conspired to assassinate Commander Gardner. Tell me, who gave you the audacity?"

"Are you... are you Commander Gardner's people?" The sect master of trembled, struggling to speak.

"Enough talking. Clearly, you were sent to kill!"

"No...!" The master of the Shattered Sky Sect's eyes widened in horror as he rushed up the stone stairs.

But was it of any use?

Swoosh!

A sword aura flashed by, slicing directly through his waist. His body was severed into two pieces, rolling down the stairs one after another. In his final moment, regret surged in his heart. If only he had known, why did he even bother? If he could have another chance, even if they promised him countless rewards, he would never have become a figurehead like this. But life had no room for 'ifs'.

Soon, deafening booms echoed from within and outside the Shattered Sky Sect's gates. Buildings collapsed, and dust filled the air, obscuring the sky. All elders at or above the Elder level within the sect were executed. Among the core disciples, those who were prepared to act were eradicated. Thousands of inner and outer disciples scattered like birds and beasts, fleeing for their lives.

From this point onward, the Shattered Sky Sect formally exited the stage of Glavale.

Simultaneously, thousands of miles away, near a large canyon, in front of a palace estate's main gate.

"White Tiger, this is Demon Crossing Palace. The country backing them is Zephyria," Rakshasa gazed at White Tiger and spoke.

"Very well!" White Tiger's eyes gleamed coldly. "If people from Zephyria dare to assassinate me, we'll make Demon Crossing Palace vanish from Place of Darkness!"

"Tiger, Demon Crossing Palace ranks among the top ten here. Their strength is not to be underestimated. Their Palace Master's cultivation might not be lower than yours. Be cautious," Rakshasa continued.

Since Billy assigned her this mission, Rakshasa had felt an immense burden. For her, this was a severe test. Initially, after Billy provided her with a budget of a hundred billion, she had some confidence, and her efforts had shown slight results. However, just as she was beginning to relax, she realized that a significant change had occurred in Place of Darkness.

Overnight, various forces seemed to have gained a considerable number of powerful individuals, many at the level of Battle Gods or higher. Her slight confidence crumbled.

Just as she was considering seeking help from Billy, White Tiger arrived, bringing with him a thousand members of the Army of Bloodshadow, which greatly eased her worries.

Through their time together, she had developed a better understanding of the Glavale's strongest squad, the Army of Bloodshadow. Both in individual strength and team cohesion, she held them in high regard. She believed that with this team in place, reaching the top three in Place of Darkness was well within her grasp.

"Hehe, so what if they are? We'll kill them without hesitation!" White Tiger chuckled. Then he raised his hand and commanded, "SHADOW, attack!"

"Attack!" The hundred Bloodshadow Guards, leading the thousand warriors, shouted in unison.

In the next moment, they charged into the estate, their imposing aura akin to a rainbow, their formation overwhelming.

"Damn it, who are you people? How dare you come here seeking death!" In no time, at least two thousand figures emerged from several palaces, an aura of ferocity surrounding them.

In response, razor-sharp blade auras slashed through the air. Wherever these blade auras passed, severed heads flew into the sky, leaving a trail of bodies in their wake.

"Damn it!" A roar echoed, followed by a two-meter-tall giant bursting out of a palace. He carried a massive two-meter-long blade in his hand. With tremendous speed, he closed in on the group, brandishing his two-handed sword and sending forth thunderous blade auras, slashing towards the SHADOWers. His aura soared to its peak, surpassing White Tiger by half a realm. He was at least a Tier-two Warlord.

"Tiger, be careful. He's the master of Demon Crossing Palace!" Rakshasa's voice echoed. All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Perfect timing. I've been waiting for him!" White Tiger's eyes gleamed with fanaticism as the Bloodshadow Battle Blade emitted a cold gleam, meeting the opponent's attack head-on.

The collision of their assaults reverberated through the air, causing both of them to stagger back several steps, and the concrete ground beneath their feet cracked like a spiderweb.

"Who the hell are you people?" The Demon Crossing Palace's Master stabilized himself and glared at White Tiger with fury.

"Quit the chatter, we're obviously the ones here to kill you!" White Tiger grinned slyly. "Your strength is decent, but let's go again!"

With those words, he shot forward at lightning speed, the blade's glint flashing once more.

"Want a death wish? I'll grant it!" The Master of the Demon Crossing Palace roared, brandishing his two-meter-long blade.

The scene was filled with intense clashes. Their figures flickered, their blade techniques collided in a flurry of movements. Before long, they had created a sharp vortex of blade energy centered around them. Wherever the vortex swept, destruction followed. The artificial hills and several large trees were obliterated, chunks of concrete were sent flying. Despite being half a level higher than White Tiger, the opponent lagged far behind in speed, precision, and on-the-spot experience, offering no advantage whatsoever.

White Tiger fought like an unrelenting machine, abandoning defense entirely. He forced the opponent into continuous retreat, using his fast and ferocious attacks. In no time, White Tiger capitalized on a moment when the opponent evaded his attack, swiftly closing in. His battle blade struck down from the shoulder, and an arm was severed and fell to the ground.

"Ah…" The opponent cried out in pain, reacting quickly to dodge to the side.

However, White Tiger wouldn't give him an opportunity. While he was still struggling to stabilize, White Tiger adjusted the angle of his blade, striking with precision.

A gash measuring thirty to forty centimeters appeared on the opponent's chest, blood spurting out violently. His aura immediately weakened. In an instant, the Demon Crossing Palace's Master turned and bolted for the entrance. Faced with someone as crazed as White Tiger, he had no thoughts apart from surrendering.

"Don't even think about it!" White Tiger's voice was heavy as the blade energy surged, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound.

The blade energy passed by the opponent's waist, slicing him into two halves from top to bottom.

"Not quite satisfying enough!" White Tiger muttered, smacking his lips in dissatisfaction.