The War God's Homecoming

Chapter 173 Cold Moon Blade Technique

Chapter 173 Cold Moon Blade Technique

"Alban, keep your people at the entrance of the courtyard and don't let anyone escape!"

"Judge said in a low voice and his figure flashed out at the same time."

"Yes, sir!" Alban Carroll responded loudly and retreated to the door with nine SHADOW boys.

The next moment, he saw Judge's wrist continue to spin, sending forth a series of razor-sharp blade gleams imbued with an overwhelming thunderous force. Under his full attack, those several male warriors at the battle level had absolutely no chance of resistance.

As the blade gleams swept through, obliterating everything in their path, all nine men were cleaved in two without exception. They fell to the ground without a chance to utter a sound.

"Damn it!" The man in charge of the scene shouted angrily when he saw this. Holding a large sword, he quickly rushed towards Judge and his aura instantly skyrocketed, revealing a strength of a Grand Elder Battle God. The big sword in his hand drew several cold rays in the air, like lightning striking towards Judge, with an imposing momentum.

At the same time, the remaining Tier-one Battle God of the opponents also attacked with a flashing blade.

"Interesting!" Faced with the attacks of the two, Judge narrowed his eyes slightly, took two steps forward, and swung his Cold Moon curved blade at the same time.

The three of them were immediately enveloped in a flurry of blade gleams, their figures flashing and their strikes scattering in all directions. The large trees on the side had been cut off halfway, and there were several cracks on the exterior walls of the nearby buildings.

"I'm surprised by your strength, you have the power of Grand Elder Battle God. It seems we underestimated Commander Gardner's forces!" The man in charge of the other side spoke to Judge in a deep voice after their exchange.

"However, it's unfortunate that you shouldn't have been so arrogant as to intercept us alone! You're going to die today!"

"I could call you an idiot and you wouldn't believe me!" Judge held his curved blade and spoke with a low voice. "If I didn't have confidence in killing all of you, do you think I would come here voluntarily for you to kill me?"

"Is that so? Let me see what else you've got!" The leading man looked at his companions and ordered, "Attack! With all your might!"

"Kill!"

They rushed forward with great momentum while their aura surged again. At the same time, one of them swung his blade towards Judge's head.

"Enough noise! You die first!" Judge's eyes narrowed, and his figure flashed, the crescent moon curved blade rapidly meeting the oncoming danger.

"You're courting death!" At the same time, the leader of the opposition roared. He propelled himself upward from his position, the hefty blade in his hand generating a piercing rush of wind as it sliced toward Judge's head.

The next moment, Judge's blade momentum continued even after severing the other man's blade, sweeping directly from the man's forehead. The man didn't have time to dodge; his head was split in two, and he fell stiffly to the ground, twitching twice before becoming motionless.

Just as the leader's blade was about to descend upon Judge, Judge shifted his body sideways by half, simultaneously lifting his blade to meet the attack.

After a crisp sound, the robust impact caused Judge's body to sink into the ground by half a meter, the soil reaching his knees. After the man on the other side landed, he retreated four or five steps and stabilized himself.

"You can go die now!"

But without any hesitation, that man launched himself again and burst out with full force, wielding his sword to slash at Judge.

"Shameless boasting!" Faced with the man's full force attack, a hint of fanaticism flashed in Judge's eyes and his momentum skyrocketed to the extreme in an instant.

"Let me show you Cold Moon Blade Technique!" Immediately after, he shouted loudly as well.

The next second, his legs pushed forcefully, propelling his body upward like a leopard in full spring. In mid-air, the crescent moon curved blade traced a flawless arc.

"Uh!? " Sensing the power of Judge's knife, the man's pupils shrank in fear. He felt a dense aura of killing intent enveloping him, causing all his pores to open up throughout his body. Without much time to think, he quickly withdrew and defended, holding the broadsword half a meter in front of the chest, attempting to block this attack.

However, he had clearly underestimated the power of the Cold Moon Blade Technique. His large blade was cleanly severed into two, and the blade gleam continued its path, entering his chest from the heart.

"How... how is that possible..."

After the man opened his mouth and spoke a few words, a bloodline extended from his left shoulder to his right waist. Subsequently, the upper and lower halves of his body fell to the ground simultaneously, blood gushing out in a horrifying spectacle.

"I didn't expect the complete mastery of the intermediate level of Cold Moon Blade Technique to have such powerful strength!" Judge's eyes lit up after scanning the ground. Obviously, he had already comprehended the essence of the intermediate level Cold Moon Blade Technique and elevated his swordsmanship to a state of perfection with one move. This was related to his recent practice on one hand, and on the other hand, in the battle just now, his potential was pushed to its limit and he had a sudden realization of the essence.

What excited him even more was that, just as Billy had said, after he comprehended the essence of this sword technique, he vaguely felt that the cultivation shackles that had been troubling him were also showing signs of loosening.

He had confidence that it wouldn't be long before he could officially step into the realm of a True Master Battle God

"Take away all the corpses!"

With that said, Judge turned around and left.

Employees are leaving work one after another downstairs at SunPark Group.

After leaving the office building, Harleen headed towards the parking lot where her newly purchased Porsche 911 had been delivered yesterday. The bright and flashy sports car inevitably caught the attention of many people, and as Harleen started the engine, everyone in the parking lot turned to look.

"Wow! Ms Knight, this car used to be yours?" Ava Jones from marketing department rushed over to the car with an exaggerated expression on her face. "I saw this car this morning and was wondering who could afford such a luxury vehicle. Turns out it's yours!"

"Tsk tsk, what a perfect match between you and this beautiful car! You are both so perfect together!" Ava continued with enthusiasm.

Harleen chuckled at Ava's exaggerated reaction. "You're making too big of a deal out of it."

"No way! Of course not!" Ava shook her head vigorously.

"Ms Knight, you are truly living life like a winner! If I had half your luck, I would be satisfied!" she exclaimed.

People often only see others' glamorous side without knowing about their struggles and pain behind closed doors. Before all of this success for Harleen came hard work and sacrifice that outsiders couldn't see.

"If you work hard to become excellent yourself in your career path while also finding yourself a good boyfriend in future relationships then you will also become successful." Harleen smiled encouragingly at Ava.

"I'll definitely try my best!" said Ava firmly with determination written on her face. "From now on, you'll be my role model for working hard towards success! Keep pushing me forward because I won't let you down!"

Harleen couldn't help but laugh at how serious Ava was being about all of it.

Harleen giggled again, "I'll scold you when you make a mistake in the future, don't blame me!"

"Of course, I won't blame you!" Ava Jones nodded eagerly. "The stricter you are with me, the better."

After a brief pause, she continued speaking, "Ms Knight, I won't take up any more of your time. You can go home now and we'll see you tomorrow." Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

"See you tomorrow!" Harleen smiled and slowly drove away in her car.

Two minutes later, the 911 pulled out of the parking lot and turned onto the city streets.

"That's her! Follow her!"

A man with a hooked nose in the back seat of an Audi parked on the side of the road looked at Harleen's photo before speaking up.

"Got it, my lord!" The muscular man in the driver's seat nodded before stepping on the gas pedal.