The War God's Homecoming

Chapter 425 The Rage of the Harding Clan

"Young man, don't be so hot-tempered, or you'll regret it in the future." The mysterious person said calmly. After a brief pause, he continued, "Commander Gardner, consider it a favor from me. I owe you one, and I'll make sure to repay it when the time comes."

"Is your favor worth much?" Azure Dragon chimed in, equally frustrated.

"Commander Gardner, you've killed so many members of Sanctum of Darkness this time. If you kill him too, they will undoubtedly come after you relentlessly." The person continued, ignoring Azure Dragon. "I believe Commander Gardner isn't so arrogant as to think he can take on the entire Sanctum of Darkness by himself, right? As long as you accept this favor, I promise that Sanctum of Darkness won't pursue this matter any further."

"No matter your intentions, you'll regret your actions today." Billy said in a cold voice, then turned to Casey and the others. "Let's go."

"Thank you, Commander Gardner!" that person replied.

After Billy and his team left, a blur of movement quickly emerged from the shadows, lifting the wounded vice hallmaster of Sanctum of Darkness before vanishing at an astonishing speed. His teleportation speed was jaw-dropping.

"Commander Gardner, how's your injury?" Rakshasa asked as they boarded the helicopter.

Casey and the others also looked at Billy, their hearts hanging in the balance. Though Billy had inflicted significant damage on his opponent, he must have been injured as well.

"I'm fine, don't worry. A few days of rest will do the trick." Billy said with a faint smile.

"Boss, are you okay?" Stout asked. "If you want, I can have my sister come here and take a look."

"No need," Billy replied. "It's just a minor injury, I can handle it myself."

"Boss, was that person a Rule Protector?" Casey asked. Now that it seemed like Billy was okay, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

"While I can't be a hundred percent sure, it's highly likely." Billy nodded in response.

"Damn it! Rule Protectors broke the rule themselves, what a bunch of hypocrites!" Black Tortoise exclaimed in anger.

"There's nothing surprising about it. Since the rules are made by people, there will always be those who break them." Billy replied. "Besides, this might not be a bad thing." "Boss, what do you mean?" Black Tortoise asked.

"It's simple," Casey explained from the side. "Judging from the cultivation level of that vice hallmaster, we may have underestimated the strength of Sanctum of Darkness. And since we've killed so many of thei members, if they decide to seek revenge, even without their War God-Emperors, we might have trouble ensuring the safety of all the Rakshasa Hall members when we leave Place of Darkness."

"Moreover, we'll be leaving this place soon, so what about Rakshasa Hall?"

"Now I see." Black Tortoise finally understood.

"Boss, do you think that person indirectly helped us?" Azure Dragon asked.

"I can't be sure for now," Billy said, his expression thoughtful. After a brief pause, he decided not to continue this topic and instead turned to Azure Dragon. "When we get back, pay close attention to the situation in Nanrania."

Azure Dragon raised an eyebrow. "Boss, have you discovered something?"

"One of the five War Emperors who attacked us earlier was from Nanrania." Billy replied.

"Huh?" Casey and the others were all surprised.

"Nanrania is really audacious!" Azure Dragon's face showed a trace of anger. "This time, when we go back, we should settle the score for what happened ten years ago!"

"Agreed," Billy nodded. "They won't escape this time."

Three hours later, Billy and his team returned to Rakshasa Hall headquarters. In the following days, Billy and his team didn't rush back to their home country. They were cautious in case Sanctum of Darkness made another move, and they were also busy with the expansion of Rakshasa Hall's base.

Since Rakshasa Hall was going to be the main stronghold of Glavale's military in Place of Darkness, they needed to address the infrastructure needs. With an increase of three to four thousand members, the original base was no longer sufficient, so it had to be expanded to two to three times its size. Additionally, they established four forward bases within a hundred kilometers of Rakshasa Hall. The original headquarters of the other four factions were kept as backup bases.

After several days, the overall plan was nearly finalized, and the remaining task was construction.

Billy's injuries had healed after two to three days of rest, and with his help, several core members of Rakshasa Hall saw their cultivation levels rise again.

White Tiger had reached the peak of War Grandmaster, Rakshasa not only entered the War Grandmaster realm but also achieved initial mastery. James Harper and Theodore Ford, among others, had also made significant progress.

A week later, with no sign of Sanctum of Darkness making another move, Billy and his team decided to return to their home country.

Now, let's rewind time a few days.

The news of Orson Harding being executed on the spot had reached the capital city. In the northern part of the capital city, inside a grand and antique-style hall gathered a group of people.

"Damn it! Damn it!" Vincent Harding, the head of the Harding clan, roared angrily after hanging up the phone.

He then kicked a valuable antique vase, shattering it to pieces, his face darkening as if it could drip water.

Orson Harding, as one of the most

outstanding descendants of the Haring clan, was a key figure groomed by the clan. They had invested a great deal of effort and resources into him, hoping he would carry the Hardings' legacy forward. But now, he had been executed in an unacceptable way. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Vincent Harding's rage was palpable.

"My lord, this debt must be repaid!" an elder from the Harding clan's senior generation said, seething with anger.

"Yes, my lord, King of the West has gone too far. He's treating our clan as a stepping stone!" another person chimed in, equally furious.

"My lord, when he returns this time, I'll personally find him and demand an explanation. He has to give us a satisfactory answer!" a martial artist guest of the clan said in a deep voice.

In the hall, the Harding clan's members buzzed with anger and frustration.

"All right!" After a while, Vincent Harding's brows furrowed deeply, and he waved his hand. "You can all disperse."

"Are we just going to let this slide?" the senior elder asked again.

"Humph! How could we let this slide?" Vincent Harding's tone turned icy. "He thinks we're a pushover. He's overestimating himself!"

"My lord, what's your plan?" the elder inquired.

"I have my own plans for this. You don't need to worry about it." Vincent Harding replied, waving his hand once more. "You may leave."

"Yes!" The group of people bowed and left.

After everyone departed, Vincent Harding stared intently ahead, his eyes filled with seriousness.

"King of the West, you forced me into this. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself!"

"My lord, we need to carefully consider our response to this matter." A voice from within the hall's interior sounded. Though no one was visible, the voice could be heard.

"Word has it that he recently made a

move in the eastern district and took down Nigel Becker, the Grand Elder of Purple Light Sect. As far as I

know, Nigel Becker has a der

reached the rank of a War God-Emperor in terms of

no

cultivation."

"Hmm? When did he become so powerful?" Vincent Harding blinked in surprise.

"Perhaps we've underestimated him

from the beginning, or maybe his injuries misled us." The old man replied. After a brief pause, he

continged, "Furthermore, the rumors

about King of the West's origin seem to be confirmed."

"Really? Where is he from?" Vincent raised an eyebrow.

"At the peak of Ether Mountain." The old man answered after taking a deep breath.

"What? Are you sure?"

"Almost certainly." The old man confirmed once again.

Vincent Harding let out a heavy sigh, and a serious expression crossed his face. He lit a cigar, took a deep drag, and exhaled. "Even so, Orson's debt must be settled with him."

After saying that, he picked up his phone from the coffee table and dialed a number.