“I’ll say it again!” Victor Chapman continued.
“If you don’t agree to any of the three conditions I mentioned, then today we will rely on our own skills!”
“In that case, as you wish!” Jorge Craft said, looking at the two men and one woman opposite him.
“Are the three of you determined to get involved in today’s matter?”
“Please forgive us, Mr Craft,” one of the men said, cupping his hands. “Mr Chapman saved my life; I must repay him!”
“Mr Craft, apologies!” The other two also cupped their hands.
“No problem!” Jorge Craft smiled.
“As long as you have thought it through!”
“Jorge Craft, are you sure you want to fight?” Victor Chapman continued. “You should know very well that you have no chance of winning!”
“Enough talk, let’s fight!” Jorge Craft responded.
“Aren’t you confident? Let’s have a fair fight and leave the outcome to fate!”
“Fine!” Victor Chapman replied solemnly.
“Let’s change the location!” Jorge Craft said, then turned towards Billy. “Mr Billy, remember, don’t fight head-on!”
After speaking, he flew towards the outskirts of the city.
“Mr Craft, be careful!” Billy shouted back.
“Attack!” Victor Chapman ordered his people. “Kill everyone except Billy!”
With that, he followed closely behind Jorge Craft.
“Kill!” A hundred voices responded in unison.
The next moment, both sides took their positions, and the atmosphere over Sky City grew tense.
It felt like a storm was about to break.
“Be careful, don’t engage directly if you’re outmatched; just hold them off!” Billy instructed his group.
Then he pointed towards Izayah Chapman and said to White Feather, “White Feather, take care of that old man and kill him!”
Before Billy’s words had even faded, White Feather flapped its wings and charged at Izayah Chapman, stirring up a whirlwind.
Izayah Chapman was about to rush towards Oscar Craft but was blocked by White Feather. He growled, “Get lost!”
As he spoke, he swept out a gust of wind with his hand.
He clearly didn’t take a mere flying beast seriously.
This was understandable; in his experience, the highest level beasts in Sky City were only ninth-rank Holy Beasts, barely comparable to a ninth-rank Holy Realm warrior.
And he was a genuine Otherworldly Realm expert; how could he possibly take White Feather seriously?
But in the next moment, his expression froze.
With a loud bang, a figure was sent flying back four or five hundred meters, spitting blood-it was Izayah Chapman!
“How is this possible?”
Izayah Chapman steadied himself, his pupils contracting in shock.
White Feather didn’t give him a chance to catch his breath and launched a second wave of attacks at him.
“Damn it!” Izayah cursed.
He knew he couldn’t block this attack in his current state.
Without hesitation, he vanished from his spot in an instant.
In just a few blinks of an eye, he was several kilometers away.
But to his horror, before he could stabilize himself, a wave of energy struck his back.
He spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying again, his combat strength dropping by two or three levels.
Terrified out of his wits, he no longer dared to underestimate his opponent and fled quickly.
White Feather wasn’t about to let him go easily and chased after him with a screech.
Soon, it became a chase between a bird and a man in mid-air.
Seeing this, the others on Victor Chapman’s side couldn’t help but twitch their mouths.
The battle had just begun, and they had already lost an Otherworldly Realm expert. Things didn’t look good!
Meanwhile, not far away in mid-air, there was another loud bang.
Oscar Craft and Lane Chapman clashed palms and were both sent flying back five or six hundred meters. Blood trickled from Oscar Craft’s mouth.
Lane Chapman only slid back about a hundred meters before stopping, his breathing slightly disordered.
With just one move, it was clear that Oscar Craft was at a disadvantage.
As the Grand Elder of the Ethereal Sect, Oscar Craft was an Otherworldly Realm expert but ranked fourth in the sect, lower than the deposed Vice Master Abel Craft by one level.
So it was expected that he would be at a disadvantage against Lane Chapman, who ranked second in the Quicksand Sect.
“Is this all you’ve got?” Lane Chapman glanced at Oscar Craft and said coldly. “If that’s all, I’ll send you on your way!”
He raised his hand to attack again with unstoppable momentum.
Oscar Craft didn’t meet him head-on this time but dodged to the side.
“Hiding won’t help!” Lane Chapman sneered and formed several hand seals to attack.
Oscar Craft didn’t respond but narrowed his eyes and dodged again.
“Vice Master, leave him to me; go help Grand Elder!” Billy shouted to Ethan Craft, who was fighting an old man at half-step Otherworldly Realm nearby.
Ethan Craft was at the early stage of Otherworldly Realm, half a level lower than Oscar Craft. He had just killed a ninth-rank Holy Realm opponent.
Now his current opponent had sustained some injuries after two rounds of fighting.
“Mr Billy, he’s at half-step Otherworldly Realm; you’re no match for him.”
Ethan Craft wanted to help Oscar Craft but was also eager to kill the two half-step Otherworldly Realm experts on the other side.
“He’s injured; I can handle him!” Billy said as he charged with his blade.
“Mr Billy, be careful!” Ethan Craft didn’t insist and rushed towards Oscar Craft’s battle circle.
“Kid, I was just about to find you; now you’ve come to me!” The half-step Otherworldly Realm old man blocked Billy’s blade and spoke coldly.
Though injured, he could still use ninety percent of his power and didn’t take Billy seriously.
Before he finished speaking, Billy’s second blade strike came down with unstoppable force.
“Overestimating yourself!” The old man snorted and swept away the blade with a gust of wind.
But just as he blocked the blade light, a nearly tangible wave of energy surged towards him with thunderous force.
Celestial Black Finger!
Among all of Billy’s trump cards, Celestial Black Finger was the easiest to activate. As long as Chi power was sufficient, it could be used anytime and anywhere, making it perfect for surprise attacks.
“Hmm?” The old man’s brows furrowed as he sensed the power of this move.
However, he showed no intention of dodging and quickly formed a hand seal to counter it.
With a loud bang, energy waves rippled out as both Billy and the old man were sent flying back several hundred meters.
In mid-air, Billy flipped his wrist and sent an arc-shaped blade light towards the old man again.
The old man’s pupils contracted slightly as he conjured a spiritual power blade to counter it.