The War God's Homecoming novel Chapter 394

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.

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!"