Quillan sprayed a mouthful of blood into the sky, his body flying out like autumn leaves in the wind. He crashed heavily into the mountainous terrain a hundred meters away, his aura instantly weakening.
In contrast, Billy's figure quickly slid back for dozens of meters before coming to a stop. His blood roiled within, and his aura appeared slightly disordered.
Clearly, Quillan's condition was far worse; his combat strength had been reduced to less than half. Seeing this scene, Arthur, who was behind them, involuntarily took a deep breath, his face filled with extreme shock.
Billy's combat power far exceeded his estimation!
Arthur had originally thought that the Bloodshadow Fury Blade was Billy's greatest reliance, but now it seemed that it was not the case at all. Even without the blade, Billy could still unleash attacks of such a level. It was nothing short of miraculous. He had a feeling that even in his prime, he might not be able to withstand the blow Billy had just executed!
"Is that Dragon's Dominion you just used?" Quillan struggled to stand up from the ground.
His astonishment was no less than Arthur's.
He never expected that even though Billy gave up the Bloodshadow Fury Blade, he still wouldn't be a match for him.
"Congratulations, you got it right!" Billy said after suppressing the turbulence in his heart.
"What's your relationship with the the Clouds Sect?" Quillan's pupils contracted.
"Is this question important?" Billy smiled lightly. After a brief pause, his tone became serious. "Alright, no more chit-chat with you. I'm here to send you on your way. Starting today, Ink Pavilion officially exits the stage of Glavale!"
Billy had rushed here today for a simple reason: to completely uproot the malignant tumor of Ink Pavilion from Glavale. So, from the beginning, he had never intended to spare Quillan's life.
As his words fell, he moved, and his hands rapidly unleashed a series of palm strikes, like a hurricane sweeping toward Quillan. There was no holding back in his attacks; he intended to defeat his opponent on the spot. Sensing the killing intent emanating from Billy's body, Quillan's pupils contracted to the size of a grain of wheat. He wanted to dodge, but in his current state, his teleportation speed had greatly decreased, making escape impossible.
"Gardner, be careful!" Just then, Arthur shouted loudly and rushed towards Billy.
"Hmm?" As Arthur shouted, Billy also sensed a terrifying crisis heading his way. His brows furrowed tightly. Without much time to think, he immediately abandoned Quillan and struck out a palm in the direction from which the threat was approaching.
At the same time, Arthur also channeled all his power and unleashed a punch toward the same target.
Boom! Boom!
In the next moment, two muffled sounds rang out, and both of them were sent flying, leaving two curved streaks of blood in the air. They crashed heavily to the ground, tumbling several somersaults before coming to a stop. Their auras were both extremely weak. Clearly, the newcomer's skills far surpassed theirs, at least in the perfection realm of a War God-Emperor.
"Gardner, are you okay?" Arthur, after getting up from the ground, looked at Billy and asked.
"I'm fine!" Billy got up as well, took a brief moment to recover, and replied. He also looked gravely in the direction of a figure standing a hundred meters away.
Before long, an old man in a gray Daoist robe walked steadily toward them, his face expressionless and his gaze sharp.
"Elder Turner?" Quillan, who had made a detour through the gates of hell, looked at the newcomer and called out.
"Who are you?" Arthur furrowed his brows and asked the old man.
"A nameless junior, no need to mention it!" The old man spoke in a tone similar to the one used by Dale Waitz. After a slight pause, he continued, "Ink Pavilion's leader has been injured by you. To give me some face, allow me to take him away, shall we?"
"What if we don't agree?" Billy squinted.
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