The War God's Homecoming novel Chapter 231

Chapter 231 Is Death the Right Punishment?

"As you wish!" Judge's eyes narrowed, showing no hesitation. With a swift movement, a blade's edge emerged from his hand, slashing through the air.

The Toye family members exclaimed in unison.

The next second, a head soared into the sky. Will Toye's body collapsed, convulsed briefly, and then lay still, lifeless.

"How...? You killed him?" Blake Toye roared, his rage evident. "Elder Cloud, kill him, kill him for me. I'll take responsibility for everything!"

"Understood, sir!" The white-haired elder's gaze turned sharp as he faced Judge. "You're reckless, to dare to kill Master Will. Today, no matter what kind of SHADOW member you are, you'll die!"

Boom!

As he spoke, an imposing aura surged, indicating a cultivation at the Battle God realm.

"Remember to apologize to Master Will when you see him next!" After another low growl, the elder's figure rushed toward Judge, delivering a series of powerful punches that carried a whistling wind.

"Ignorant!" Stout's voice cut through the air. He took a couple of steps forward, his hand sweeping out like a thunderclap.

"Hmm?" Sensing the aura fluctuations from Stout's body, the old man's pupils contracted to pinpricks.

From the start, he had been dismissing Stout, thinking him to be just a chef from some kitchen. But now, he felt a Warlord-level power resonating from Stout, which left him with an urge to curse. Since when did Warlord-level experts become so common? Was every chubby guy now a Warlord?

Bang!

Unsurprisingly, Stout's palm energy struck the old man's chest with brutal force. Like autumn leaves being swept away by a gust of wind, the elder was sent flying, crashed to the ground, tumbled a few times, and then lay still.

"Why... are you so strong!" The old man let out a final breath, coughing up a mouthful of blood before going still.

Blake Toye and his companions gasped again, collectively dumbfounded.

A Battle God-level powerhouse of them had been defeated with a single palm strike. Could this get any more exaggerated?

"I apologize if my actions were a bit heavy-handed." Stout shrugged, flashing a grin.

"You..." Blake Toye took a deep gulp of air.

"Did you instruct Will Toye to do this?" Judge turned his gaze to Blake Toye, his voice cold. "Do you realize the consequences of your actions?"

"You SHADOW people are truly something. I'll remember what happened today, and I'll make sure to repay it twofold someday," Blake Toye didn't address Judge's question, instead speaking to another middle-aged man nearby. "Let's go, Colin."

Stout's strength had far exceeded his expectations. Staying any longer would only lead to humiliation.

"Today, you won't be leaving," Judge replied.

"Mr Judge, that's enough for now. Don't go too far with this...," a man named Colin Kennedy said, his tone trying to remain composed.

"And who might you be?" Judge's voice grew colder.

Though the man had remained silent until now, Judge could sense that he wasn't an ordinary person.

"Leader of Buddha Hall, Colin Kennedy."

"Buddha Hall?" Judge squinted his eyes.

"Mr Judge, I ask for a small favor. Let's end things here today." Colin Kennedy continued.

"Do you think Buddha Hall has that much weight?" Judge's brows furrowed. "I'm sorry, you don't have any standing here! Furthermore, you've come all the way to support Blake Toye. Your connection with the Toye family must be special, right? Are you involved in the shady activities the Toye family has been engaged in?"