The War God's Homecoming novel Chapter 507

Chapter 507 Ink Pavilion in Peril

"Run, hurry!"

At the next moment, a man's voice rang out in the midst of the battle, and without hesitation, the people on both sides of the fight scattered in all directions.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

One person started running, and soon, there was another, and then more. Those who remained from the three opposing camps all started fleeing for their lives.

Rory Allen, the vice-master of the Ink Pavilion, also showed no intention of lingering in the battle. He furrowed his brow, parried an attack from his opponent, and then dashed towards the nearby woods.

"Can you escape?" Adam said coldly, following closely like a ghost.

"Everyone, listen to the order, kill them all, leave no one alive!" Billy's voice echoed simultaneously.

With those words, they swiftly pursued the leader of Ink Pavilion and the male practitioner at the later-stage War Emperor realm from the Heavenly Dragon Sect.

For Billy, letting Quillan go was a necessary compromise, but the remaining individuals wouldn't be spared.

"Understood!" Casey and Bob Stokes replied loudly. With that, they all started chasing after the scattered remnants of the opposing side.

The remaining individuals from the opposing side were already in disarray, unable to hold their ground for even ten minutes. Including Rory Allen, they all fell to the ground.

At this point, Ink Pavilion with a history of a thousand years had suffered significant damage. Among its elite forces, only Quillan and the last vice-master remained. The other three vice-masters, two elder protectors, and four leaders of the factions all perished. Even among the seven faction leaders, six had been killed, leaving only one. To return to its former glory would take at least a decade, but Billy wasn't about to give them that much time. The malignant tumor known as Ink Pavilion had to be eradicated.

"Uncle Adam!" Before long, Bob Stokes and Ian Blade approached Adam and bowed respectfully.

Bob Stokes hailed from Ether Mountains and naturally knew Adam Greenleaf. Although Ian Blade might not be a true disciple from Ether Mountain, he had visited there several times and had known Adam for a while.

Adam replied with a faint smile, nodding his head, "How have you two been in the capital city? Haven't caused any trouble for young master, have you?"

"No, of course not!" Bob vehemently shook his head.

"That's good. Otherwise, you'll have to accompany me back to Ether Mountain for closed-door training." Adam added with another smile.

"We promise we won't!" Bob shivered and shook his head.

"I'll take your word for it." Adam said with another smile.

"Uncle Adam, let me introduce a few brothers to you," Billy said with a smile and introduced Casey and the others to Adam.

"Uncle Adam!" Casey and the others all bowed.

"You're all young master's brothers, no need for formalities." Adam said, raising his hand with a smile.

"King of the West, Lord Greenleaf, how about we go to the village for a while?" Arthur said, looking at Adam and Billy.

"Sure," Billy replied with a smile and then turned to Adam, "Uncle Adam, are you in a hurry?"

"Let's go sit for a while," Adam responded, "I have some matters to discuss with you, Master Billy."

"Okay." Billy smiled again and walked toward the village, with the others following closely behind.

Bob Stokes, Ian Blade and the two hundred people they brought, along with several hundred SHADOW brothers, stayed behind to clean up the scene.

"Please go ahead."

"If we allow King of the West to continue growing like this, it won't be long before his wings are fully developed. By then, if we want to deal with him again, it's going to be..." Quillan hesitated before continuing.

"Master of Ink Pavilion, you worry too much." Zachary interrupted him. "A dragon that hasn't fully matured is just a worm. Although he is a rare genius that appears once in a thousand years, in the Glavale Region, there is more than one such prodigy."

"Leaving aside other forces, even within Cerulean Abyss Institute, there are two or three geniuses who can match him."

"I know that, but he..." Quillan paused and then continued.

"Rest assured," Zachary said, slightly narrowing his eyes. "Very soon, some ancient martial prodigies will enter the capital city. We'll see if he can handle them."

"Oh?" Quillan's eyes brightened. "Is that true?"

"Of course," Zachary nodded and then changed the subject. "Ink Pavilion has suffered significant losses over the past six months. For the next period, it's better not to engage in activities. After you return, use the Ink Pool to help the elders of your Ink Pavilion to improve their cultivation. Otherwise, Ink Pavilion is in danger."

"Understood," Quillan nodded solemnly. He didn't need Zachary to remind him of this; he was well aware. Currently, the high-end combat strength of Ink Pavilion was only him and one other vice-master. If they didn't quickly raise the cultivation levels of others, Ink Pavilion would be in danger of extinction at any moment.

"Vice-Dean Reed, what about the situation with Arthur Fowler?" Quillan asked after a brief pause.

"For now, there's no need to worry about it. Let's see what kind of tricks they can come up with," Zachary replied with indifference.

With that, he gazed ahead, deep in thought.

"The current rulers of the capital city think that reviving Glavale is easy. If that were the case, it wouldn't have taken a hundred years."