The War God's Homecoming

Chapter 517 The Prodigies Hidden by the Clans

"Is that it?" Billy replied to Brigham Bush's words with indifference. Then, he turned to Harleen and said, "Harleen, let's go!"

"Billy, I'm fine!" Harleen responded, her eyes flashing with determination. She understood that Billy didn't want her to witness the gruesome scene of the two being beheaded. However, for her, it was necessary to adapt to such situations.

"Brigham, go ahead and execute them." Billy said to Brigham Bush.

"Understood!" Brigham responded in a deep voice and, with a flick of his wrist, sent two sword beams shooting out.

"No, please! Commander Gardner, spare us!" Raven finally reacted and, trembling uncontrollably, cried out.

"Please, Commander Gardner, spare us!" Archibald Harding echoed.

Their pleas were cut short as their heads were sent soaring into the air, their faces frozen in expressions of horror. Witnessing this gruesome sight, Harleen's stomach churned, and she almost vomited. Her face turned as white as a sheet. Billy reached out, taking Harleen's delicate hands. He infused a surge of his Chi into her, giving her a sense of calm and reassurance.

"Thank you, Billy!" Harleen took a deep breath and spoke softly.

"You don't have to endure this, Harleen." Billy said with a faint smile.

"I'm all right." Harleen replied with solemnity.

Billy smiled again.

"Boss, what should we do with Capital Defense Bureau?" Night Orchid asked, pointing at Winston Beaufort and the others.

"Commander Gardner, please spare us!" the terrified men knelt, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Though they had heard that Commander Gardner was ruthless, witnessing such a scene had left them petrified with fear. Their fear was entirely justified. It was truly terrifying how Billy had executed them without hesitation.

"Take them all back to SHADOW and call Mr Rowe to come and take them." Billy instructed.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

"Understood!" Night Orchid nodded in acknowledgment.

Two minutes later, Billy and his group left the bar.

At that moment, Brigham Bush's phone rang. He answered and had a brief conversation with the caller. After hanging up, he turned to Billy and said, "Commander, our men report that a group of formidable individuals is approaching. They all have strong martial skills."

"They're already here." Billy said, sensing the presence of powerful auras.

With his words, five men appeared within sight. They were between the ages of 35 to 40, all wearing traditional martial attire. Each held a cold weapon, and they exuded strong martial energy.

"This doesn't look good." Stout said, squinting as he assessed the newcomers. He had quickly determined their martial prowess. Even the weakest among them had reached the peak of the War Emperor stage.

The two strongest individuals were beyond Stout's ability to assess, but he suspected they were at least at the pseudo-God-Emperor level. For individuals their age to possess such martial prowess, they were truly remarkable.

"Boss, should we call Bob and lan to come over?" Night Orchid turned to Billy. She, too, had sensed the strength of these newcomers, which exceeded her own.

Harleen, standing by their side, had a furrowed brow, her face showing signs of concern.

"No need," Billy said with a faint smile.

"King of the West, Commander Gardner?" The leader of the group spoke up as they approached, bowing slightly.

"Tell me who you are first." Billy said, glancing at the five of them.

"I am from the Harding clan, Pop Harding. Greetings, Commander Gardner." The leader of the group said, bowing.

He was none other than Pop Harding, the young prodigy who had been hiding with the Harding family for many years. Comparing him to the recently deceased Orson Harding, he was like heaven and earth. Pop Harding was now in his mid-thirties, and he had already reached the level of a pseudo-God-Emperor, making him a remarkable figure even among his peers in the world of martial arts.

"I am from the Greenwood clan, Joel Greenwood. Greetings, Commander Gardner." The man with a three-meter-long spear said as he bowed. He, too, possessed pseudo-God-Emperor-level strength.

Joel Greenwood was one of the top

prodigies of the Greenwood clan and

had been sent away by his clan as a reserve candidate when he was very young. This time, under ordinary circumstances, he wouldn't have shown up in the capital city. The Greenwood clan, due to the Nanrania incident, had recently lost quite a few members to the joint efforts of Stan Mitchell and Harlan Holmes. Their patriarch, though deeply troubled, hadn't lost his composure. He understood very well that Stan Mitchell and Harlan Holmes had targeted them because of orders from Billy Gardner. Without solid evidence, taking action on their own would be a fool's errand. So, following that incident, all members of the Greenwoods were placed under a strict order not to engage in any retaliatory actions against Stan Mitchell and Harlan Holmes.

"I am from the Leonard clan, Crane Leonard. Greetings, Commander Gardner." The man on the right, carrying a long sword, greeted Billy.

Crane Leonard, the eldest son of the

Leonards, and Mirabelle Leonard's elder brother, had been sent to the world of martial arts along with Mirabelle when he was younger. While Mirabelle went to the Purple Light Sect, Crane attended the Cerulean Abyss Institute. At the time when the Leonard family faced trouble, he was in seclusion, at a crucial juncture where the "mirror"

could be shattered or he could

ascend to the rank of War God-Emperor. But, in the end, fate.

didn't favor him. He fell short, stuck

at the half-step War God-Emperor

stage.

Upon emerging from his seclusion last month and hearing the devastating news about the Leonard family, he nearly succumbed to madness due to the shock. It was only through the intervention of his master that his vital energy was stabilized.

After regaining his composure, Crane Leonard tore a large piece of fabric from his robe and made a blood oath reading "I shall not rest until I avenge this injustice!"

For him, the sole purpose of his remaining life was to cut down Billy Gardner.

"Oh?" Billy squinted when he heard Crane Leonard's introduction. He hadn't expected to encounter someone from the Leonard clan again.

The top noble families, as the saying went, were like a phoenix reborn from the ashes. This was certainly no exaggeration.

"I am from the Harding clan, Greg Harding. Greetings, Commander Gardner." The fourth person said as he slightly bowed.

"I am from the Greenwood clan, Ulric Greenwood. Greetings, Commander Gardner." The last man bowed and spoke with a calm voice.

Out of the five major noble families

in the capital, three were represented by these individuals. The Frazier and Holmes clans also had prodigies in the martial world, but they had been warned to stay away from Commander Gardner. Though they had returned to the capital, they didn't come together with this group. So, even if they were inclined to have a sparring match with Commander Gardner, it was unlikely that they would team up with these five individuals.