The War God's Homecoming

Chapter 258 True Strength

Chapter 258 True Strength

One person spoke up, "Instructor Edi Poe tracked down a possible person in Ozin through the Dark Omen mark on her body. He has already taken people to Ozin, but there is no feedback yet!"

"How long has he been gone?" Jesse Yarwood asked coldly.

"It's been over four hours already." the man replied, bowing his head.

"Four hours and still no result!?" Jesse Yarwood's eyes darkened, "What a bunch of useless people!"

"Call Edi Poe and ask him what's going on!"

"Got it!" The man nodded and took out his phone from his pocket.

Just then, footsteps approached and a man in black with an unpleasant expression arrived at the entrance of the stone cave.

"Sir, something has happened!" The man approached and spoke up.

"What's causing such a panic?" Jesse Yarwood spoke in a deep voice.

"All of Instructor Poe's phones cannot be reached!" the man replied.

"Hmm!?" A cold breath emanated from Jesse Yarwood, followed by an angry roar, "Send someone to Ozin to find out what happened, RIGHT NOW!"

"Yes, sir!" The man trembled all over and quickly stepped back.

As soon as the man took a few steps, eight dark figures flew out from the shadows and landed on the ground one by one. With a kick of their legs, they immediately lost their breath. They were all practitioners of Ethereal Force Martial Prowess.

"Who's there?" Jesse Yarwood exclaimed angrily, his cold aura becoming even more intense. The three others beside him immediately felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

"The person who will take your life!" Judge's voice rang out, and then Billy and his two companions strolled out from the shadows. NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

"Damn it! Who the hell are you? Do you know where this place is? How dare you come here and act recklessly, do you think your life is too long?" Jesse Yarwood's eyes stared at the three people like a devil.

At this moment, a chaotic sound of footsteps erupted and one hundred people from the Ethereal Force Martial Prowess rushed out from the darkness, each wielding a large knife with fierce momentum.

"I have a question that I'm quite curious about. Can you tell me where you got the Dark Omen Technique, this evil skill?" Stout looked at Jesse and spoke lightly.

Upon hearing Stout's words, Jesse Yarwood's pupils constricted, and the aura of Dark Omen around him uncontrollably emanated. "Did you kill those useless Edi Poe idiots?" After steadying his emotions a bit, Jesse Yarwood spoke up. He hadn't expected that Billy and his group had come for this matter.

"The Dark Omen Technique was already listed as a forbidden technique a hundred years ago. You have quite the courage to still dare to cultivate such an evil skill!" Stout continued speaking.

"Judging from the aura around you, you must have broken through to the Warlord realm, right? Based on my estimation, for this day to come, at least twenty young girls have had their life essences drained dry by you!"

"You, you're damn it!"

"Haha!" Jesse Yarwood laughed loudly, "Since ancient times, this world has been a survival of the fittest. As long as we can improve our cultivation, what does the lives of a few dozen ants matter?"

"Really?" Billy squinted slightly with his eyes, "In your eyes, human life is so worthless. You have really opened my eyes!"

As he spoke, a cold anger spread throughout the room.

"Cut the shit. Since you three are here for this matter, don't expect to walk away today!" Jesse Yarwood declared, raising his hand with a sweep. "Everyone, charge in and take them down!"

A hundred men brandished their large knives and charged forward. Judge drew his Cold Moon curved blade from his body and dashed out. In no time, those who first rushed to the front all fell down. Upon seeing this scene, the people behind simultaneously stopped in their tracks, gasping in shock and horror with fear etched on their faces.

"No wonder you dare to be so reckless here, turns out you have some mediocre skills!" Jesse Yarwood spoke coldly. "However, you, an ant at the perfect realm of a Battle God, dare to act recklessly in front of me. You really don't know how to write the word 'death'!"

As the words fell, the aura around him exploded like a bomb, instantly enveloping this void.

The dozens of men behind immediately trembled and quickly retreated upon hearing this.

"Go to hell!" In the next moment, Jesse Yarwood let out a loud shout and took two steps forward, slamming both hands down to unleash two icy gusts of wind towards Judge.

"Idiot!" Stout said in a deep voice, raising his hand to meet the attack with a powerful and aggressive force.

Boom!

Two opposing forces, one yin and one yang, collided with great force, producing a dull sound. The shockwave lifted the three men into the air, slamming them heavily onto the ground, where they convulsed briefly before becoming still. Simultaneously, Jesse Yarwood spewed a mouthful of blood into the air, his body sent flying again as if struck by a speeding car.

"How... how is this possible!?" Jesse climbed up from the ground and spat out another mouthful of blood, looking at Stout in shock.

"This is all you know. Do you think by using unorthodox methods to break through to the Warlord realm, you are invincible?" Stout said calmly.

"Humph!" Jesse Yarwood snorted coldly. "Then let me show you my true strength!"

After speaking, the momentum on his body rose again, and the air around him surged wildly. In no time, another vortex formed. At the same time, a series of sinister energies rushed towards the vortex at lightning speed from the men lying on the ground. In the next moment, the entire space was shrouded in a terrifying aura, resembling hell.

Jesse Yarwood's eyes turned crimson red at the same time, and his skin gradually turned dark purple. His palms were as black as carbon, making his look extremely eerie. Before long, a faint and eerie skeletal figure formed above Jesse Yarwood's head, with gusts of chilling wind.

Upon seeing this, the remaining dozens of men quickly dropped their large blades and rushed backward in fear.

"In the name of Emissary of the Underworld!" Jesse Yarwood shouted explosively, pushing Stout away with both hands.

"Unconventional and crooked!" Billy said in a deep voice. Next, he snatched the blade from Judge's hand. With a quick flick of his wrist, he unleashed a swift arc of blade energy towards the skeletal figure.

"Asking for death!" A cold smile crept across Jesse Yarwood's face as he observed Billy's move.

Crack!

After the blade's swing, the skeletal figure vanished in an instant. The blade's momentum remained strong as it sliced through the air, severing one of Jesse Yarwood's arms in mid-air. Dark red blood spurted out. As the skeleton figure dispersed, the phantom transformed into waves of chilling evil spirits and shot towards Billy and his two companions.

Billy's eyes narrowed, and a powerful aura emanated from him, immediately enveloping all the negative energy around him.

"Break!" With a low growl, the clusters of evil energy exploded and disappeared without a trace.

"It's impossible, you can't break my move!" Witnessing this scene, Jesse Yarwood didn't even care about the pain from his severed arm. His face contorted with shock as he shouted aloud.