The War God's Homecoming

Chapter 394 Gathering At The Mountain Top

Chapter 394 Gathering at the Mountain Top

"Uh?!"

Upon seeing the two individuals, the man with the surname Pan's eyes flashed with a hint of horror. He was unable to detect Casey's martial arts cultivation.

"Which sect are you from?" The tall man raised his finger and shouted angrily at the two of them.

"Tell me who leads your Ink Pavilion this time, what level of cultivation you have, and I'll leave you with a whole body!" Casey continued to stare at the man surnamed Pan.

"Kill them!" Raymond Pan's tone sank, and then he raised his hand and waved it.

"Got it!" Two hundred men rushed towards the two of them at the same time.

"Judge, be careful!" Casey warned as he rushed out with the Bloodshadow Battle Sword in his hand.

"Don't worry. Dealing with these small fries is no problem!" With a reassuring response, Judge followed after. This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

After countless swords flashed in the air, twenty or thirty heads soared into the sky and fell straight down. The people behind did not even glance at their companions' bodies and continued to charge towards them.

Casey flipped his wrist, and pulled out a sharper blade. After the sharp edge of the blade showed up, fifty men fell down at the same time, one by one collapsing to the ground without any movement for an instant.

"Damn it!" Raymond Pan roared angrily, "Line up!"

"Yes!" The remaining disciples of Ink Pavilion shouted in unison. Immediately, everyone moved, their figures flashing as they quickly took up their positions. In no time, about a hundred men formed a formation resembling the Big Dipper, separating Casey and Judge.

Almost as the formation formed, everyone's wrists continued to flip, and hidden weapons, cold awns, released from their hands and shot towards them like raindrops. The sky was filled with coldness, and it was impenetrable.

Judge wielded his curved blade and swiftly blocked several hidden weapons with his razor-sharp slashes.

"Ink Blue Sword Technique!"

Just as Judge and Casey stepped out to block the hidden weapon, everyone on the other side shouted loudly, and then held a sharp sword and stabbed them in three directions, up, middle, and down. The team was neat and uniform, with waves of energy rolling and the swordsmanship fierce.

"You overreached!" Judge snorted and took a few big steps out while wielding his machete again.

The sharp blade shattered the opponents' sword power without reducing its power, and it passed directly through the hearts of nearly thirty people on the right. There was a slight delay in the movement of everyone's hands, and they all fell down, their bodies twitching a few times without moving.

The battle between the two sides only lasted for about two minutes, and all 200 members of Ink Pavilion were lying on the ground except for the man named Pan.

"What... what kind of people are you?" Raymond Pan asked tremblingly.

"You went through all this trouble just to lure us here, didn't you?" Casey said lightly.

"What?!" Raymond Pan's pupils shrank slightly. "Are you Commander Gardner's people?"

"Congratulations, you got it right!" Judge shrugged his shoulders.

"It was you all along!" Raymond Pan took a deep breath.

"Can you answer my question now?" Casey asked again. "Who is leading the team for Ink Pavilion this time and what is their cultivation level?"

"Hahaha..." Raymond Pan suddenly laughed, looking up at the sky. "Since you know that this is a trap set by our Ink Pavilion, I really admire your courage for still daring to come! Today, Including the King of the West, all of you have to die! I'll die first and wait for you. You'll come down soon to accompany me!"

As soon as he finished his words, his eyes twitched, and a cloud of blood spray emanating from his heart. After landing on the ground, he lost his breath.

"These people from Ink Pavilion are cruel to others and equally cruel to themselves. They commit suicide easily. "Judge commented.

"Let's go, meet up with boss!" Casey said and shot towards the top of the mountain, followed closely by Judge.

The same scene was played out in four other places in the mountains, one after another. In less than half an hour, all 1000 Ink Pavilion members were killed.

Among the people brought by Ink Pavilion this time, they were all B-level or above assassins, including 50 S-level assassins, all of whom had been compromised. Although it might not be a serious injury for Ink Pavilion, they would possibly feel some pain for a while.

While Casey and his team of ten were rushing towards the mountaintop. On a relatively open flat ground at the mountaintop, two or three thousand people gathered intermittently, and there were also many people scattered in the primitive forest around the flat ground.

"Second Elder, the mobile phone signal on this mountain is too poor, and I still can't reach Miss Morse and the others." In the camp of the Morse family, a middle-aged man looked at the old man beside him and said.

"You guys are all damned! You were supposed to keep an eye on the young lady, but you let her wander off. Useless!" The old man named Humphrey Morse shouted angrily.

"What are you standing there for? Send people to search along the route immediately. If anything happens to the young lady, none of you will survive!"

"Understood!" a middle-aged man trembled and quickly led his men down the mountain.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the plain at the top of the mountain, in the camp of Spirit Wing Pavilion, a young man looked at the elder in charge.

"Second Elder, my senior brothers haven't caught up yet!"

"Those four idiots! Where did they run off to again?" Taylor Harrett from Spirit Wing Pavilion responded with a serious voice. "When we get back this time, I'll have them locked up for a month."

After speaking, he lifted his foot and walked towards Purple Light Sect's camp.

"Nigel, I didn't expect you to come too!"

"Taylor, it's been a long time. Are you doing well?" The leader of Purple Light Sect this time was Nigel Becker who had caused trouble in the capital last time.

"Thanks to your blessings everything is fine." Taylor Harrett smiled and responded.

"The two elders coincidentally meet here," not long after three more elders walked over. They were the leaders of the Morse family, the Stuart family and Flame Sect respectively.

"Morse, Stuart, and Bowen, it has been a long time since we last met." Both Nigel Becker and Taylor Harrett looked over simultaneously.

They were all leaders among these five major forces this time around. Even before today they knew about each other's existence so when they arrived at this mountaintop together it wasn't strange or unexpected.

"Nigel, it seems like we've been played." Humphrey Morse continued speaking, "We've searched through every inch of these mountains but still haven't found any inheritance left by any War God- Emperor."

"Yes! Rumors can't be trusted!" Nigel Becker replied. As he spoke there was a flash of anger in his eyes. Being made fun l made him very angry; he was a War God-Emperor himself yet someone else could play him around. He came here not for himself but rather for his sect; after Windsor Moore was killed by Billy in the capital city last time, Purple Light Sect's strength suffered some impact so when hearing about such opportunity naturally wanted to try their luck. If they could obtain an inheritance left behind by a God-Emperor Realm powerhouse, Purple Light Sect would have one more War God-Emperor, which would definitely increase their overall strength several times over. However, now it seemed like it was all just a joke.

Not only Nigel Becker, but the other four elders also had unpleasant expressions on their faces. Two of them were already at the Half-Step War God-Emperor level, while the other two had already achieved full cultivation as War Emperors. They had been stuck at their current levels for quite some time and were hoping to try their luck and see if they could break through. But in the end, they ended up wasting their time for nothing.

"Alright, let's all disperse!" After chatting for a bit longer, Nigel Becker waved his hand and turned to walk towards the road.

The others bid farewell and left with their own entourage of people and horses.

"Wait a minute everyone!"

Just then, a deep voice echoed through the air.