Patrick Nicholson was sent flying like a broken kite, spewing a mouthful of blood in mid-air. He flew a distance of five to six hundred meters, crashing into a building and causing it to collapse before falling to the ground, limp.
“Commander!” everyone shouted simultaneously. They wanted to go help, but they were all trapped by the enemy, unable to break free.
“Now you know if I have the strength to kill you or not,” the hooked-nose man walked leisurely towards Patrick Nicholson. As he walked, he continued to speak, “Where are the rest of you hiding? Speak up, and I’ll give you a quick death!” He had used his spiritual power to scan the entire estate earlier, but besides Patrick Nicholson and his companions, he hadn’t sensed any martial arts aura. He was puzzled. It was as if all those people had vanished into thin air.
“Do you think I would tell you?” Patrick Nicholson climbed up from the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood as he spoke. As he looked around at the other people in the battle, his face filled with gravity. Everyone wanted to avoid a direct confrontation, but the enemy’s numbers were too overwhelming. They were surrounded by dozens of people, with no other choice but to fight head-on. So far, several Glavale comrades at the Sixth-rank Sovereign realm had been killed, and the others had varying degrees of injuries. Some of them were on the verge of collapsing, and it seemed like they wouldn’t last more than a few minutes. Of course, the enemy had also lost quite a number of people. It seemed that at least two to three hundred had already perished.
“You’re still talking tough even at death’s door!” the hooked-nose old man spoke coldly.
“You can choose not to talk, but from now on, for every minute that passes, I will kill one of you. Until I’ve killed all of you here, and then I’ll let you taste the feeling of being worse off than dead!”
After speaking, he turned around and walked towards another battle circle not far away. As he entered the crowd, without any hesitation, he raised his hand and unleashed a palm strike towards a Sixth-rank Sovereign warrior of Glavale. As expected, that warrior was already on the brink of death, and with this palm strike, he was reduced to a mist of blood.
“Elder…” Patrick Nicholson struggled to call out.
“Still not planning to talk?” the man glanced at Patrick Nicholson. Then, he walked towards another battle circle.
“Make way!” When he arrived, he looked at his own people and spoke up.
“Don’t blame me, blame your Commander!” he looked at the middle-aged man in a blue robe.
“Damn it! Come on!” the middle-aged man shouted, “I’m not afraid of death!” As his voice fell, he mustered the remaining strength he had and charged towards the enemy.
“Ignorant!” the hooked-nose old man sneered, raising his hand to strike.
“You killed people of Glavale, let’s see how many lives of you can survive!”
Just as he spoke, an angry voice echoed through the entire estate. Then, a figure of an old man appeared in mid-air-it was Grand Ravenwood. The Speed of A Saint martial artist flying in the air was much faster than the Snow Carriage, so he arrived ahead of Billy and the others shortly after they left the dock.
Boom!
A loud noise rang out, followed by the sight of the hooked-nose old man being shot out like a cannonball. Flying a distance of seven to eight hundred meters, he fell to the ground like a dead dog, blood gushing from his mouth. Witnessing this scene, the crowd gasped in shock, their mouths agape.
“Elder Grand Ravenwood?!” Recognizing him, Patrick Nicholson’s eyes lit up as he shouted loudly. Having had a chance encounter with Grand Ravenwood in the city before, he immediately recognized him. As he spoke, he breathed a sigh of relief. Since Grand Ravenwood had arrived, they could consider this challenge passed.
“He’s a Saint Realm expert, run!”
In the next moment, someone from the opposing side realized the situation and shouted loudly, then turned and ran towards the entrance of the estate without any hesitation.
“Run!” Many people shouted at the same time, scrambling to escape.
The Saint Realm experts were a despairing existence; no one dared to stay and face certain death. However, it seemed that they were overestimating themselves.
“You think you can run?” Just as the group started running, Grand Ravenwood’s voice came from behind them.
Immediately after, a rushing wave of energy swept through, and hundreds of people were sent flying. For a moment, the sky was filled with people, and dozens of them had already lost their breath before they even hit the ground. The remaining dozens of people fared no better, crashing heavily to the ground, their heads tilting to the side as they met their demise. With a single palm strike, he took the lives of a hundred people. That’s the terror of a Sovereign Realm expert.
“Let’s fight him together!” A man with the rank of Seven-Rank Sovereign shouted and charged towards Grand Ravenwood.
“Let’s fight!” Several mid-stage Sovereign experts responded and followed closely behind. For them, it was better to fight to the death than to flee and be killed. There might still be a glimmer of hope. But, this was just wishful thinking on their part.
“Know your place!” Grand Ravenwood coldly replied. No one saw how he made his move, but a majestic aura immediately emanated from him.
Boom! After the energy wave passed, just like those before, dozens of people were sent flying, falling haphazardly to the ground, none of them surviving. Seeing this, the remaining three to four hundred people couldn’t stand anymore and knelt down one after another.
“Please spare us, don’t kill us!” they pled.
“I surrender, I surrender!”
“Please have mercy, Lord Dragon!”
…
Everyone had gotten down on their knees begging for mercy.
“Stay on your knees!” Grand Ravenwood said, then walked up to Patrick Nicholson. “Commander, how are you holding up? Can you still endure?”
“Thank you, Elder Ravenwood, I’m fine!” Patrick Nicholson expressed his gratitude.
“Rest for a while. The Holy Son will be here soon, and they should have some healing pills on them!” Grand roughly examined his condition and spoke.
“Thank you!” Patrick nodded in response.
Subsequently, Grand stabilized the injuries of several severely wounded comrades and patiently waited for Billy and his group. After about twenty minutes, the snow carriage arrived at the mansion courtyard.
“Lord Dragon!” Patrick and the others stood up and greeted.
“No need for formalities!” Billy waved his hand. As he spoke, he quickly surveyed the scene. Upon seeing the bodies of their comrades lying on the ground, his brow furrowed tightly, and a cold killing intent emanated from him. Harleen and the others also had unpleasant expressions, their spirits heavy.
“Ivy, Stout, check everyone’s injuries!” After a brief pause, Billy gave the order in a deep voice.
“Yes!” Ivy and Stout responded and got busy.
“Holy Son, the leader of the opposing side is over there!” Grand pointed in the direction of the old man with the hooked nose. Apparently, he had intentionally spared the man’s life.
Billy nodded and walked over. In a short while, he stood in front of the man and sent a few strands of finger wind into his body, sealing the little remaining power he had.
“Remember, I’ll only ask each question once. You better think carefully before answering!” Billy continued to question. “Which countries are the people who came today from?”
“Pah!” The hooked-nose man spat out a mouthful of blood. “Quit the nonsense, just kill me!”