The War God's Homecoming novel Chapter 477

Chapter 477 Did You Enjoy the Chase?

Just as Jade Balance was about to strike, a mouthful of blood sprayed from his mouth. His face turned deathly pale, and his breathing became erratic.

"Do your silver needles have poison?" Jade knelt down on one knee, propping himself up with his sword stabbed into the ground.

"Didn't I tell you already? Congratulations, you've won a prize!" Stout shrugged his shoulders.

"You rascal, are you toying with me?" Jade roared in anger.

"Don't accuse me wrongly. I only said there was no poison powder, but I didn't say there were no poisoned needles!" Stout grinned. Having said that, he ignored Jade Balance and rushed towards Night Orchid and her group.

With the poison needle in him, Jade was already a dead man. There was no saving him.

"Killing our disciples of Crimson Sun Sect and leaving just like that? You're thinking too highly of yourself!" A furious voice rang out just as Stout had run a few steps away.

An elder from Crimson Sun Sect dashed over. He raised his hand and unleashed a powerful gust of wind. He was two levels higher than Stout, a War Emperor in the early stages.

"Here comes another one who's eager to di.," Stout muttered as he confronted the elder, raising his own power to its peak.

Boom!

After a loud explosion, Stout was pushed back nearly a hundred feet, and his blood surged within him. The two-level difference between them made it clear that Stout couldn't easily contend with the elder.

"This is interesting. Come again!" Stout slightly paused before launching another attack.

"Stubborn fool!" The elder snorted coldly and adopted a defensive stance.

The two of them immediately engaged in a fierce battle. Meanwhile, as the four members from Crimson Sun Sect and Cloud-Stepping Sect were attacking Stout, the remaining members of their groups, along with the members of Ink Pavilion, were quickly closing in on Night Orchid and the others. Their total number was close to a hundred, including five War Grandmasters and over ten Warlords, with the rest mostly at the Battle God level.

"Frostblade, you protect Michael and Azure Fang and go ahead!" Night Orchid turned to look at the approaching group and spoke in a deep voice.

"No need, Michael can handle it alone. Let's hold them off together!" Frostblade replied and drew her curved blade, charging towards the enemy.

"These fools want to die. Let's grant their wish!" Judge shouted as he raised his blade and followed Frostblade.

Night Orchid and Soul Chaser also took action, unleashing their deadly curved blades. All four of them were at the War Grandmaster level, and the enemy group of about a dozen people in the front couldn't react in time before they fell to the ground. Blood gushed from their chest wounds, and they lay motionless.

"You're going to pay for this!" A male War Grandmaster from the Cloud-Stepping Sect roared, launching a fierce punch at Judge.

"Watch out, Judge!" Frostblade exclaimed, swiftly teleporting several yards and slashing with her razor-sharp blade.

The clash of their attacks pushed them both back about five or six steps.

"Hmm?" The man clearly hadn't expected Frostblade to push him to a stalemate. He furrowed his brows and said, "You're so eager to die, let me grant your wish!"

With those words, he rushed toward Frostblade at lightning speed, simultaneously unleashing several powerful gusts of wind with a wave of his hand.

"Die!" Frostblade's delicate eyebrows furrowed tightly, and without hesitation, she used the Cold Moon Blade Technique.

Crescent-shaped blade radiance, carrying a chilling aura of death, surged forward with unstoppable force. Frostblade had already achieved a high level of mastery as a War Grandmaster, and with her full-powered Cold Moon Blade Technique, defeating a Tier-two War Grandmaster opponent was not difficult.

The crescent blade tore through the man's attack, directly entering through his chest and passing through him.

"How... how is this possible?!"

The man looked down at the wound on his chest, struggling to utter a few words before collapsing, his face full of disbelief. Frostblade glanced at him and then turned to charge at the others.

"Elder Six!" The members of the Cloud-Stepping Sect cried out in pain as they saw the fallen man on the ground.

"Don't bother calling, I'll send you to join him!" Judge said coldly and raised his hand to release a flurry of blade radiance.