“Hmm!” Billy nodded. “Don’t inform Azure Fang about this for now. Let’s wait until after the Dragon-Phoenix Tournament.”
Currently, Azure Fang had reached the cultivation level of War God-Emperor. Knowing Azure Fang well, if he learned about this, he might rush to the Sky-Quaking Daoist Sect alone. The outcome would be akin to a mouse chasing a lion.
The reserves of a super sect were not as simple as they appeared. Even for Billy himself, there was no absolute certainty at the moment. However, for him, now that he knew about it, Sky-Quaking Daoist Sect had already received its death sentence; it was just a matter of time.
“Understood!” Stout and Soul Chaser nodded simultaneously, understanding Billy’s concerns.
“Boss, why not just eliminate the father-daughter pair?” Soul Chaser asked.
“Soul Chaser, you’re becoming more and more bloodthirsty,” Stout interjected.
“Hey, aren’t you more bloodthirsty than me?” Soul Chaser retorted, shooting him a glare.
“The main issue causing discord between the Ancient Martial Arts World and the Capital lies with those few super sects,” Billy responded thoughtfully. “To solve the ancient martial arts world’s problems, we must address the root cause. Killing members of other martial families and sects will only worsen the situation.”
Although he believed in the way of slaughter, he understood the need for a balanced approach.
Ordinary martial arts families and sects didn’t play a crucial role in the overall situation of Glavale. Even if they caused trouble, they couldn’t make significant waves. However, if he went around killing them indiscriminately, it would only escalate conflicts-a situation those super sects would enjoy.
He wouldn’t play into their hands.
For these ordinary families and sects, if they weren’t extremely guilty, it was more effective to subdue them than to wipe them out.
“Got it!” Soul Chaser nodded firmly.
At eight o’clock in the evening, Azure Dragon, Black Tortoise, and Vermilion Bird arrived at the ancient city of SHADOW simultaneously.
“Boss, are we leaving now?” After exchanging greetings, Soul Chaser asked.
“Where to?” Azure Dragon asked, slightly puzzled.
“Northfortia has sent people to the ancient city!” Soul Chaser explained the situation to the three.
“They’re really courting death!” Black Tortoise cursed.
“Casey, you and Azure Dragon lead ten thousand SHADOWs each, split into five groups, and thoroughly search the entire city.” Billy’s eyes narrowed slightly.
“You mean…” Casey was a little puzzled.
“Boss, are you worried that besides Northfortia’s people, there might be martial artists from other countries coming to the Ancient City?” Casey asked, trying to understand.
“Yes.” Billy nodded. “The Global Martial Arts Competition is about to begin, and Glavale is the most uncertain factor in this competition. Western countries will undoubtedly try to figure out the situation.”
Casey and the others nodded simultaneously.
“For foreign martial artists, execute them all!” Billy emphasized again.
“Got it!” they responded loudly.
With Billy’s command, fifty thousand SHADOWs began sweeping through the ancient city, conducting a thorough search.
Half an hour later, Billy and Stout arrived at the unremarkable hotel on the east side of the city. This was where the Northfortia group was hiding.
“Commander!” Four SHADOW members walked up quickly as Billy and Stout got out of the car.
Billy nodded slightly. “Are they inside?”
“Yes, Commander. There are eight of them, all staying on the third floor, and this is their room number.” One of the members handed a note to Billy.
“I’ve already told the hotel front desk not to assign any other guests to the third floor.”
“Very well!” Billy nodded. “Where are the other brothers?”
“They are all around the hotel, keeping watch!” one of the members replied.
Billy instructed, “Summon all the other brothers, and guard the entrance!”
“Yes, Commander!” The four members responded in unison.
After that, Billy and Stout walked towards the hotel lobby.
Soon, they emerged from the third-floor elevator, and the entire floor was quiet.
At the door of one of the rooms, Stout pressed his hand against the lock. A burst of energy flowed from his palm, and the lock snapped.
“Who?” A man’s voice came from inside the room.
Stout strolled in.
Two men who were browsing their phones on the sofa frowned and stood up simultaneously.
“Who are you people?” One of them exuded a chill.
“The ones who will kill you.” Stout spoke again. As soon as he finished the sentence, his figure swiftly flashed, and with a flick of his wrist, two streams of fragrant gas swept out.
Before the two could react, they both sat down, faces pale, expressions contorted.
“The leader of your group, which room is he staying in?” Stout looked down at the two from a higher vantage point, calmly asking.
Using poison powder was to avoid making too much noise before finding the leader.
“Damn, we are guests of your Glavale, you…” One of the men struggled to speak, foam starting to appear in his mouth.
Before he could finish his words, Stout raised his hand, and a palm wind swept past. After a mist of blood, there was nothing left on the floor but scattered bloodstains.
“Don’t… don’t kill me…” The other person, terrified, begged while kowtowing and tremblingly speaking, “Lord Pus is in room 308.”
“In your next life, remember not to court death in Glavale. Glavale doesn’t welcome people from your Northfortia!” Stout coldly spoke.
Another palm wind followed, and like his companion, the man turned into nothingness.
Later, the two arrived at the door of room 308. Stout swept a palm, shattering the entire door.
“Ah…” A woman’s scream came from inside the bedroom.
Stout looked around and saw two Western men and women, one old and one young, entangled on the bed.
“Tsk tsk, you’re too old and creaky!” Stout smacked his lips.
“Damn it!” The old man flipped from the bed, simultaneously raising his hand to unleash a furious gust of wind towards the living room. He was a Tier-two War God-Emperor.
Wherever the palm wind passed, several pots of plants and the sofa were all shattered into pieces, wood chips flying.
Bang!
Billy’s eyes narrowed, and he also raised a palm to block the opponent’s palm wind.
“Hmm?” The old man obviously didn’t expect Billy to have such skill. After a slight pause, he launched another attack, rushing out of the room. The woman grabbed a nightgown and followed suit.
“Scum from Northfortia, die!” Billy said in a low voice, exerting his full strength to send out another palm wind.