Boom!
In the next moment, Azure Dragon flipped his wrist, and several blade energies slashed towards the nearby gate. The two heavy wooden doors instantly shattered into pieces, filling the air with splinters. Following that, Billy and his team stepped into the courtyard.
“Who dares to act recklessly here? Don’t you want to live?” an old man’s voice echoed.
Soon after, a large crowd rushed out from different directions within the courtyard. The total number was around two thousand, each holding a sword.
The leader of this group was the old man who had spoken earlier. He exuded an aura that could barely pass as a War Emperor peak.
“Do you know where this is? How dare you come here?” the old man began his tirade.
“Your Ink Pavilion hides quite well. No wonder we couldn’t find your nest.” Azure Dragon interrupted him.
“Hmm?” Surprised by Azure Dragon’s words, the old man’s pupils contracted. He hadn’t expected them to mention “Ink Pavilion” so directly, indicating hostile intentions. After a brief pause, he took a deep breath and continued, “Since you know this is Ink Pavilion, yet you dare to be so audacious, you…”
Bang!
Stout threw Rose Inkwell to the ground.
“Do you recognize her?” he asked.
“Who is she?” The old man frowned.
Although Stout had removed the disguise from her face, the chaos of the previous battle had left her clothing and hairstyle disheveled, and her face slightly swollen. Therefore, it was reasonable for the old man not to recognize her immediately.
“Don’t you recognize her?” Stout smirked.
“What do you mean?” The old man frowned again and took a closer look at Rose Inkwell. In the next moment, his face changed drastically. He exclaimed, “Miss Rose?!”
Other Ink Pavilion disciples also recognized Rose Inkwell. Their eyes toward Billy’s group were filled with anger.
“You scoundrels, how dare you! What have you done to her?” The old man angrily shouted, taking a deep breath.
“That’s enough! Bring Quillan Inkwell out!” Billy calmly instructed.
“Hmm?” The old man’s pupils contracted once again. He hadn’t expected them to mention the name of their Sect Master so straightforwardly. After a brief pause and a scrutinizing look at Billy, he asked, “Who are you people?”
“Your useless talk is too much!” Azure Dragon’s eyes narrowed. He raised his sword, ready to strike.
“Azure Dragon, let me handle it!” Casey shouted. Then, taking a few large steps forward, he swung his battle knife, creating a frigid arc of blade energy.
“You seek death!”
Although the old man vaguely sensed that Casey’s strength might surpass his own, he didn’t retreat. He flipped his wrist, and a sword aura clashed against the blade energy.
Recognizing that he couldn’t withstand Casey’s attack, the old man’s arm and sword fell to the ground simultaneously, blood spraying.
“Hmm…” The old man grunted, retreating ten steps. His face turned deathly pale, and his eyes showed a strong sense of fear. However, before he could fully stabilize himself, the second blade energy had already reached him.
“No…” The old man’s desperate cry rang out, wanting to dodge, but his reaction was obviously not fast enough. He could only watch as the blade energy flashed past his neck.
Before he finished speaking, his head soared into the sky, blood spurting out like a fountain. Then, the headless corpse slowly fell to the ground.
This time, Felicia’s condition improved somewhat. Although she felt nauseous, she didn’t vomit.
“Sixth Elder!” At this scene, there was a collective exclamation around.
“How dare you kill Sixth Elder? We’ll fight you to the death!” An enraged middle-aged man shouted, brandishing his sword.
“Kill!” The two thousand Ink Pavilion disciples shouted in unison, launching their attacks.
“Attack! Eliminate them all!” Billy raised his hand, signaling for action.
“Understood!” Casey and the others responded simultaneously, rushing out quickly.
Harleen and her two sisters also took action. Their auras instantly soared as they drew their swords and joined the battle. As Warlords of the mid-tier, they had no problem dealing with the low-tier forces of the Ink Pavilion. Billy didn’t stop them.
In the next moment, the entire courtyard plunged into intense warfare. Screams echoed continuously, forming a hellish scene.
Ink Pavilion’s disciples, for the most part, were martial artists below the Battle God realm. Even among the few with somewhat decent strength, their highest cultivation reached only the mid-level of a War Grandmaster.
Such strength, in the presence of Casey and the others, was no different from ants.
In less than three minutes, a large area was covered with bodies, limbs scattered, and blood staining the ground. Harleen and her sister initially had no intention to kill. They merely disabled their opponents by severing tendons or crippling their cultivation. However, as they were besieged by waves of attackers, the intent to kill permeated the air, and the two sisters ceased to show mercy. This could be considered the first time the sisters truly took lives. Both of their pretty faces turned as pale as wax, and their bodies couldn’t help but tremble slightly.
Harleen fared relatively better and managed to adapt after a while. Felicia, on the other hand, couldn’t endure it any longer after slashing two people with her sword. She didn’t even care if there were still opponents around; she squatted by a tree and vomited uncontrollably.
This time, even bile came out.
Seeing Felicia in this state, about a dozen disciples from Ink Pavilion raised their swords to stab her.
However, they were clearly overestimating the situation. Billy and Casey’s eyes never left the two sisters, and they wouldn’t allow anyone to succeed.
As two gusts of wind swept through, the bodies of over ten men exploded like bombs. After a mist of blood settled, nothing was left.
“Felicia, are you okay? Don’t force yourself. Go rest with boss over there.” Casey quickly walked to Felicia’s side and spoke.
“Thanks, Casey, I’m fine!” Felicia shook her head slightly and stood up after a moment, her face still deathly pale. Then, after taking a deep breath, she looked at Casey and said, “Casey, you don’t need to worry about me, go ahead!”
As she finished speaking, she raised her sword and charged towards the two or three dozen members of Ink Pavilion who were attacking Harleen nearby, her sword cutting through the air with chilling flashes. The next moment, two Battle General-level men fell successively, lying on the ground twitching before going still.
Felicia glanced at the two men on the ground, gritted her teeth, and charged towards others again. Seeing this, Casey didn’t insist, gripping his knife and slashing towards another group.
After about ten minutes, two thousand members of Ink Pavilion had mostly fallen, turning the scene into a small hell, rivers of blood flowing. The remaining one or two hundred people were covered in blood, heavily injured, with expressions of endless horror on their faces. As assassins of Ink Pavilion, they always thought they were ruthless, but today, they truly witnessed what ruthlessness meant. In their eyes, Casey and the others were like Death, taking lives with a single stroke, too terrifying.
“You bastards, you deserve to die!” Just at that moment, a furious roar echoed through the entire courtyard.
Following that, a boundless and terrifying pressure swept from the mountains behind the courtyard, instantly shrouding the entire space.