The War God's Homecoming novel Chapter 295

Chapter 295 Four War Grandmasters

"Uh?" The man frowned and tried to activate his energy to defend himself. However, he was met with despair. In that brief moment, he found himself unable to muster any strength, and he could only watch as the opponent's attack came hurtling towards him.

Boom!

The man's body was sent flying through the air, tracing an arched path as he went. He tumbled through the air for over ten somersaults before finally coming to a halt. More than half of his ribs were broken, and blood continued to seep from his mouth. And before he could catch his breath, Stout was already standing before him again.

"Do you believe me now?" Stout asked, his voice calm.

"No, please..." the man's voice trembled as he pleaded.

Before he could finish his sentence, a burst of blood erupted from his heart. His pupils dilated rapidly, and he lay on the ground twitching for a few moments before going still. His eyes were wide open, filled with regret. He couldn't believe that he had been killed by a Warlord like this, and he felt utterly humiliated.

Stout glanced at the lifeless body on the ground and turned to Billy. "Boss, shall we go?"

"Hmm," Billy nodded, and they continued walking towards the backyard of the mansion.

Soon, they arrived at a grassy area within the mansion. In front of them stood a three-story wooden tower with intricately carved beams and paintings. Four Daoist-robed elders stood at the entrance, their eyes sharp and their bodies enveloped in swirling energy. These four elders were all quite formidable. The weakest among them had reached the early stages of War Grandmaster, while the two strongest had already broken through to the peak of War Grandmaster. The Frazier Clan's strength was not to be underestimated.

"Commander Gardner, please leave. Don't force us to take action." One of the black-robed elders said, his expression tense. Even though he had reached the peak of War Grandmaster, he didn't dare to be arrogant in front of the King of the West.

Not long ago, after the incident with the Leonard Clan, he had personally visited the Leonard estate and seen the kilometer-long trench. He knew that if he had faced that attack, there would have been no chance of survival. He had to admit that Billy's strength was at least at the level of a War Emperor.

"What's inside the tower?" Billy asked calmly.

"Commander Gardner, I don't know why you're looking for the Old Master, and I don't care," the black-robed elder continued. "But please listen to my advice. While you're undoubtedly powerful. But the Frazier family is not the Leonards. If it comes to a fight, you won't have much chance of winning."

"Such foolishness!" Stout couldn't help but comment. He couldn't understand where these people were getting their confidence. Did they really think that they could challenge someone as strong as Billy with just the late stages of War Grandmaster?

"You'd better watch your mouth, or you'll regret it later." Another gray-robed elder warned Stout.

"Oh, I'm so scared!" Stout shrugged. "If you have the guts, come and bite me!"