The War God's Homecoming

Chapter 210 Plotting The Fall Of A Nation

Chapter 210 Plotting the Fall of a Nation

Stout and one of the old men on the other side were sent flying like broken kites. Two arcs of blood trailed behind them in the air. After crashing onto the ground, Stout managed to steady himself about ten steps away, his aura unusually chaotic.

As for the other old man, he landed heavily, vomiting a mouthful of blood once again. His head slumped, and he promptly lost all signs of life.

"Anton!" The other old man cried out in pain. Without a moment's hesitation, he channeled his entire energy and charged towards Stout.

"Old geezer, I'll send you to join him!" Stout roared, rapidly flipping his wrist. Silver needles shot out like a rain of projectiles.

"How dare you kill my brother! I'll definitely tear you to pieces!" The old man shouted furiously, sending a gust of Chi-powered needles down to intercept the needles from Stout.

Boom!

At the instant he attacked, Stout's fist energy came to an abrupt halt, colliding fiercely with the old man's defensive aura. However, Stout was already injured, and he could only muster around seventy to eighty percent of his power, barely managing to push the old man back seven or eight steps. It was difficult for him to inflict much damage.

"You brat, meet your doom!"

After steadying himself, the old man shot forward like a cannonball. His aura surged, revealing the peak strength of a Warlord. Simultaneously, he struck out with several palm winds containing

overwhelming force, producing explosive sounds in the air.

"Old geezer, I'll take you on!" Stout raised his hand, ready to strike back. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

However, at that moment, an immense aura swept out from behind him, colliding head-on with the old man's attack, creating a raging wind. In the next instant, the old man spewed a mouthful of blood into the air before being sent flying. He flew for fifty to sixty meters before crashing into the ground, leaving a large crater. His body was lifeless, bones shattered, and meridians severed.

Struggling to lift his hand, the old man looked at Billy who had appeared behind Stout, his face filled with shock. "How could you still be alive..."

"Could... Could it be that you've been a War Emperor?"

After speaking, without any hesitation, his eyes glinted with realization, and he bit down on the poison in his mouth. After a foam of white froth emerged, his head slumped, and he went motionless.

"Did he kill himself?" Stout cursed. Then, his brow furrowed slightly as he sensed that something was off about Billy's aura. He turned to Billy and asked, "Boss, are you poisoned!?"

"Not a big deal," Billy waved his hand. "How about you? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine!" Stout shook his head, then continued, "Boss, with your body being nearly immune to all poisons, how could you be poisoned?"

"Erosive Flower Toxin," Billy responded.

"What!?" Stout exclaimed, "These bastards acquired Erosive Flower Toxin just to deal with you?!"

As a genius of the martial world, Stout knew what Erosive Flower Toxin meant – one of the Four Great Strange Poisons. Once afflicted, there was no cure unless one possessed power above that of a War Emperor to suppress it.

He couldn't help but feel relieved. It was thanks to Billy's injuries healing considerably, allowing him to activate War Emperor-level power.

"Let's see who they are," Billy said, then walked up to the dead old man and ripped off a human skin mask from his face.

It was an ordinary, nondescript face of a middle-aged person, without any distinguishing features. There were no tattoos or other marks on his body.

"Boss, Erosive Flower Toxin only exists in the Southern Edge and Tyren. These outsiders probably have nothing to do with the Southern Edge and must be from Tyren." Stout spoke in a low voice as he approached.

"Yeah," Billy nodded slightly.

"Tyren truly is a tenacious pest. They dared to send people to assassinate you in Ozin. Are they truly trying to bring about their nation's downfall?" Stout wore an angry expression.

"Boss, I'll call Black Tortoise and have him lead a force of a hundred thousand Bloodshadow Army to crush Tyren directly!"

"Let's wait for a moment," Billy stared ahead, his tone contemplative.

"A year ago, almost half of Tyren' forces were destroyed by the Bloodshadow Army. They should be well aware of the consequences of doing this."

"Even if they manage to kill me, Tyren would disappear from this world. For them, trading a nation for my life is evidently not cost-effective."

"However, they still did it!"

"Don't you find that odd?"

"Are you suggesting that Tyren has some kind of backing?" Stout blinked.

Stout understood Billy's implication. If they didn't have any backing, they wouldn't dare to undertake such actions. After all, they were wagering their entire country.

"That's one possibility." Billy nodded slightly.

"Another possibility is that this incident isn't a national-level decision from Tyren, but rather the work of a certain faction within it."

"Regardless of the possibility, someone is certainly behind them."

"Who could it be? They're so reckless!" Stout nodded in agreement with Billy's analysis.

"Furthermore..." Billy squinted his eyes and continued.

"Even if these people have a way to hide their aura, achieving completely silent passage through the border isn't impossible, but it would be difficult. Because even if they don't emanate any martial aura fluctuations, the cold aura that accompanies continuous exposure to poisons is hard to conceal. With a little attention, it wouldn't be hard to notice."

Billy realized he had been too careless at the hotel entrance because he hadn't considered this aspect and was engrossed in his conversation with Harleen Knight. Otherwise, he could've detected the strange aura from the three people.

He had let his guard down at that time.

After listening to Billy's analysis, Stout grasped this point in shock.

"Are you suggesting that someone intentionally allowed them to enter the country to deal with you?" asked Stout. After a brief pause, he spoke in an extremely angered tone, "They couldn't have breached the defenses of the western border, so they must have entered from the southern border! These guys from the south are really audacious!"

"Let's go. Find those two snipers first, don't them run rampant in Ozin." Billy said and turned to walk back toward the direction of the hotel. Stout followed closely.

At the same time, the three thousand SHADOW disciples in Ozin had cordoned off an area of ten square kilometers and begun a full-scale search for the two snipers. With the assistance of the Heavenly Eye System, the general location of the snipers was quickly locked down.

About five kilometers away from the hotel where Billy encountered trouble, there was a bar street. At this time, nightlife was beginning, and the neon lights flickered. The streets were bustling with pedestrians, creating a lively atmosphere.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Just then, a SHADOWer fired three shots into the air with a handgun, the sound piercingly sharp.