The War God's Homecoming

Chapter 481 War God-Emperor Rises and Falls

As Mortimer Warner's voice fell, an overwhelming aura surged forth, revealing his cultivation of a Tier-one War God-Emperor.

The formidable pressure immediately shrouded the entire space, causing several members of Ink Pavilion to involuntarily step back.

"Arthur Fowler is mine, the woman is yours!" Mortimer instructed before darting towards Arthur and the woman like lightning.

In the middle of his approach, his hands left countless afterimages in the void, and his arms turned iron-gray. Before long, a massive shadowy palm appeared above his head, surrounded by thunder. "Take my palm!"

In the next moment, he spoke up and forcefully pushed his right palm forward. Subsequently, the shadowy palm descended like a small mountain towards Arthur, creating explosive cracks in the air and a raging wind.

"Ah... why won't you listen to reason!" Even before Mortimer made his move, Arthur had already acted, and his aura exploded. "More than twenty years ago, I spared your life, hoping you would mend your ways. But now, it seems I was too optimistic. Since that's the case, today, I'll act on behalf of fate once again!"

While speaking, Arthur Fowler took several large steps forward, his palms leaving dozens of afterimages as he activated the 'Return to the Origins of Power' technique. In no time, a massive white energy sphere formed between his palms, with the air inside it churning violently, as if it was about to burst out. At the same time, streams of true energy from the Ink Pavilion disciples flowed into the white sphere. "Retreat to a kilometer away!" Titan Holden and Max Holden shouted simultaneously.

Without their reminder, everyone had already sensed their own true energy leaking out and quickly moved backward.

Meanwhile, Bessie Charleston also acted, and her teleportation speed was astonishing. In the blink of an eye, she rushed forward. With a casual reach, she snatched a sword from an Ink Pavilion member's hand and swung it, unleashing dozens of meters of sword energy.

"Do you want to see 'Return to the Origins of Power' again? I can fulfill your wish!" Arthur's voice rang out.

In the next moment, the massive energy sphere, carrying a devastating force, collided with Mortimer's shadowy palm.

Boom!

A deafening roar echoed, and the surging airwaves swept out like an exploding bomb, causing the earth to shake. Within a kilometer radius, trees and rocks were reduced to rubble, and the scene was horrifying. Mortimer spurted a mouthful of blood into the air and slid back rapidly for fifty to sixty meters before finally stabilizing. His aura became chaotic.

"Are you a Half-step War God-Emperor?" After spitting out another mouthful of blood, Mortimer's expression became serious as he stared at Arthur.

"I didn't expect that, after more than twenty years, even with the power of Ink Pool, I am still half a level below you."

"I've heard that Ink Pool has the unique effect of reshaping meridians to enhance cultivation. Seeing it today, it's not just a rumor." Arthur said casually. "Twenty years ago, that palm stagnated your progress for ten years, but it seems you've quickly broken through to the later stage of War God-Emperor. The Ink Pool's reputation is well-deserved. At this rate, it won't be long before your cultivation surpasses mine. However, it's a pity that you shouldn't have come today!"

Mortimer spurted blood again and looked at Arthur. "You're overestimating yourself! I admit, your skills are indeed slightly better than mine, but if I'm determined to leave, do you think you can stop me?" "I might have a little trouble on my own," Arthur smiled. "But don't forget, there's an old lady with me."

"Huh?" Upon hearing Arthur's words, Mortimer's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but look towards the battlefield a kilometer away.

Even before they had started

fighting, a one-sided battle had already begun on that side. Bessie Charleston killed at least two or three dozen people with each sword strike, completely overwhelming them th less than a few minutes, all two hundred members of Ink Pavilion, including Titan Holden and Max Holden, had fallen. Without

exception, they were all cut in half by sword Chi, and the scene was gruesome.

"She's a real monster!" Mortimer looked at the severed limbs on the ground, gritted his teeth, and asked, "Who is she?"

"Bessie Charleston," Arthur replied calmly.

"What?!" Mortimer exclaimed in disbelief, wearing a shocked expression. "You mean she's the former sect master of Sword Sect?" "As good as gold," Arthur shrugged.

"It's impossible, absolutely impossible!" Mortimer shouted again. "Her cultivation was completely destroyed twenty years ago, wasn't it?"

"Haha, she doesn't even know where this rumor started!" Arthur chuckled in response.

Mortimer Warner didn't hesitate and darted to the side. After learning of Bessie Charleston's identity, he had lost all will to fight. Bessie Charleston's fame had already spread throughout the martial world more than thirty years ago, and her skills had surpassed his at the time. Now, over thirty years later, he had no doubt that her strength was still greater than his.

"I gave you a chance earlier, but you didn't seize it. Now that you want to leave, it's too late!" Arthur's voice rang out in Mortimer's ears. As he spoke, he raised his hand and sent out several wildly raging punches, which rushed toward Mortimer.

Mortimer sensed the impending

danger behind him and didn't dare to

confront it head-on. He swiftly

moved to the side to avoid the

attack. At that moment, several

sword beams, each about a hundred meters long, flashed like lightning carrying a thunderous force and a formidable aura. Mortimer Warner had no time to think and

immediately activated his full power to form a defensive barrier, attempting to block this onslaught. However, he had underestimated Bessie Charleston's strength. As the sword beams passed, the defensive barrier shattered like paper, and one of the sword beams sliced through Mortimer Warner's waist area.

The scene fell into a brief silence. The oppressive atmosphere in the air vanished.

Mortimer Warner opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word. A stream of blood gushed from his waist, and he soon fell into two pieces, blood and flesh mangled.

Mortimer Warner, the Deputy Sect Master of Ink Pavilion, a War God-Emperor in the late stages of cultivation, had fallen.

"Now, do you believe?" Arthur looked at the two severed pieces of the body on the ground and shrugged his shoulders.

"What about the coming days with uncertainties? What will happen to the villagers?" Bessie Charleston asked, her expression grave as she walked over.

"Don't worry!" Arthur replied with a faint smile. "I anticipated this day a long time ago. I had a separate new village built for the villagers in a nearby town. It was completed at the end of last year and is ready for relocation at any time."

"Oh?" Bessie raised an eyebrow. "You're quite prescient."

"Have you forgotten that I'm a diviner?" Arthur smiled in response.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

"Besides this, what else have you foreseen?" Bessie asked with a hint of curiosity.

"The Once-in-a-millennium appearance of a Qilin of the country, the resurgence of a nation, and the blessing of Glavale!" Arthur's tone grew slightly serious as he spoke.

"I hope you haven't made a mistake.

The Eastern Dragon, sleeping for a hundred years, is about to restore the grandeur of welcoming envoys from all nations!" (Qilin is a mythical creature from Chinese and East Asian folklore. The Qilin is considered a symbol of

nove?

auspiciousness, prosperity, and good fortune in Chinese culture,

often associated with important events and seen as a harbinger of positive change.)

"Yes," Arthur raised his eyebrows, gazing ahead and muttering to himself. "I look forward to it. I wonder how high this generation's Qilin of the nation will elevate Glavale."