The War God's Homecoming

Chapter 520 Ether Mountain Swordsmanship

Normally, lan Blade's personality would lead him to take action against those harboring ill intentions toward Billy. However, he knew that all four of these individuals came from two influential families in the capital, and he didn't want to create problems for Billy. Therefore, he decided to ask for Billy's permission before acting.

"Cut off one of his arms." Billy replied casually.

"Understood!" lan Blade nodded and swiftly charged toward Greg Harding. His three-foot-long great sword released several chilling sword rays.

"You're looking for death!" Greg Harding shouted as he raised his wrist and met lan Blade's attack head-on. Their martial strengths were at the same level; they were both War Emperors at the peak. Greg Harding had no reason to fear.

Boom!

The clash sent both of them retreating about four to five steps away from each other, appearing evenly matched.

"You dare to strike again! I..." Greg Harding's words were cut off as lan Blade's attack surged forward once more.

This time, lan Blade unleashed his ultimate technique, Infinite Blade Art. He was required to sever one of the enemy's arms as Billy had instructed, and his previous strike had been a test. Now he was ready to use his trump card.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

"Hmm?" Greg Harding immediately sensed the intense danger enveloping him. However, he remained confident that he could handle an opponent of the same level and refused to back down. "Greg, you can't block this. Retreat!" Just as Greg Harding was about to strike again, Pop Harding shouted a warning.

However, Greg Harding wasn't willing to admit defeat so easily. Instead of retreating, he advanced further. His wrist continued to move, and he created a sword curtain in front of him in an attempt to block lan Blade's blade energy.

"You're hopeless!" Bob Stokes, who had been observing the situation, certainly couldn't allow Greg Harding to succeed. He had been paying close attention to their fight and decided to intervene. As he spoke, he flicked his wrist, and a fierce sword energy surged forth like lightning, forcefully colliding with Greg Harding's palm strike.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A muffled explosion rang out as Bob Stokes was forced back seven to eight steps, his internal energy in turmoil. At the same time, Greg Harding was also pushed back two to three steps, his aura slightly disarrayed. While Greg Harding had a higher cultivation level than Bob Stokes, he hadn't yet reached the point of manifesting his own War God-Emperor power. He was still in the pseudo-God-emperor realm, so the difference in strength was not substantial.

At that moment, lan Blade's sword energy tore through Greg Harding's sword curtain and defensive aura, slashing across his shoulder. With no surprise, an arm and sword both fell to the ground, spewing blood.

"Ah..." Greg Harding let out a heart-wrenching scream as he retreated more than ten steps.

"Greg!" Seeing this, the two members of the Harding clan swiftly walked over to protect Greg Harding.

"You are truly unforgivable!" Pop Harding shouted with a ferocious expression.

"My Boss told you to cut off one of your arms, but you refused. Allow me to follow his orders for you!" Bob Stokes took a couple of steps forward. Then he continued, "Let's have a fair fight, life or death, what do you say?"

"Be cautious, Bob!" Billy warned, but he didn't stop the fight. Based on what he knew about Bob Stokes, he was confident that Bob could hold his own, even when challenging someone of a higher cultivation level.

"Joel, take Greg and let's go!" Pop Harding turned and walked away, ignoring Bob Stokes' challenge.

"Do you think my boss is joking?!" Bob Stokes' eyes narrowed, and he followed up with a step.

"Commander Gardner, you've gone too far!" Pop Harding turned to Billy with a furrowed brow. "If you push this too far, we can go all out with you!"

"Arrogant words. You think you have what it takes to go all out with Commander Gardner? You should take a look in the mirror!" Bob Stokes scoffed. With these words, his aura surged, and then a burst of sword energy was released.

"Idiot, do you want to die so badly? I'll grant your wish!" Pop Harding roared in anger, not wasting any more words, and his War God-Emperor-level power burst forth.

In the next moment, he raised his hand and sent several violent energy waves towards Bob Stokes.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A series of muffled explosions sounded, and Bob Stokes was forced back over a dozen steps before he stabilized himself, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Die!" Pop Harding lunged forward again, and two even more ferocious waves of energy erupted, causing explosive sounds in mid-air.

"Is it only you who wants to kill me? You're truly ignorant!" Bob Stokes narrowed his eyes once more, took two steps forward to face Pop Harding, and unleashed his hidden trump card. Ether Mountain Swordsmanship!

This was a sword technique created

by that old man, and it was one part of the peak martial arts of the Ether Mountain, a genuine God-Emperor Realm martial art! In the Ether Mountain, anyone skilled with a

sword would practice this technique.

The last time, when Ivy Chandler fought against Inkforge form Ink Pavilion in the mountains near Ozin, she had used this swordsmanship.

Billy, as the young master of the Ether Mountain, was no exception, but he rarely used a sword, so the opportunity to employ this martial technique was rare. "Take my sword!"

As Bob Stokes spoke, a surge of powerful Chi filled the ancient sword, and a frigid aura emanated from the sword's surroundings.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

In the next moment, Bob Stokes flicked his wrist, and the ancient sword released two devastating sword energies, as if they were substantial, rapidly shooting towards the opponent. Though there were only two sword energies, Pop Harding could clearly feel that this sword's power was far above Bob Stokes' previous techniques. As his pupils slightly contracted, his aura instantly reached its peak, and his defensive Chi energy increased by several levels. He raised his hand to counter the attack. However, he still underestimated the power of the unique sword technique created by that old man. Any disciples of the Ether Mountain who practiced this technique had the ability to

challenge opponents of a higher level.

Just then, one of the sword energies was blocked by Pop Harding, but the other cold streak of light tore through his defense, leaving a not insignificant gash on his waist, and blood gushed out. "Ugh..." Pop Harding let out a muffled groan as he was forced back several steps, his face turning unpleasant.

Just as he hadn't fully stabilized

himself, a sense of impending crisis

struck once again. Without much thought, he quickly raised his hand and struck out with his palm. Similar to Greg Harding, after the cold light passed, one of his arms was severed and dropped to the ground, blood spurting out.

"Ah..." Pop Harding let out a heart-wrenching roar.