The War God's Homecoming novel Chapter 173

Chapter 173 Cold Moon Blade Technique

"Alban, keep your people at the entrance of the courtyard and don't let anyone escape!"

"Judge said in a low voice and his figure flashed out at the same time."

"Yes, sir!" Alban Carroll responded loudly and retreated to the door with nine SHADOW boys.

The next moment, he saw Judge's wrist continue to spin, sending forth a series of razor-sharp blade gleams imbued with an overwhelming thunderous force. Under his full attack, those several male warriors at the battle level had absolutely no chance of resistance.

As the blade gleams swept through, obliterating everything in their path, all nine men were cleaved in two without exception. They fell to the ground without a chance to utter a sound.

"Damn it!" The man in charge of the scene shouted angrily when he saw this. Holding a large sword, he quickly rushed towards Judge and his aura instantly skyrocketed, revealing a strength of a Grand Elder Battle God. The big sword in his hand drew several cold rays in the air, like lightning striking towards Judge, with an imposing momentum.

At the same time, the remaining Tier-one Battle God of the opponents also attacked with a flashing blade.

"Interesting!" Faced with the attacks of the two, Judge narrowed his eyes slightly, took two steps forward, and swung his Cold Moon curved blade at the same time.

The three of them were immediately enveloped in a flurry of blade gleams, their figures flashing and their strikes scattering in all directions. The large trees on the side had been cut off halfway, and there were several cracks on the exterior walls of the nearby buildings.

"I'm surprised by your strength, you have the power of Grand Elder Battle God. It seems we underestimated Commander Gardner's forces!" The man in charge of the other side spoke to Judge in a deep voice after their exchange.

"However, it's unfortunate that you shouldn't have been so arrogant as to intercept us alone! You're going to die today!"

"I could call you an idiot and you wouldn't believe me!" Judge held his curved blade and spoke with a low voice. "If I didn't have confidence in killing all of you, do you think I would come here voluntarily for you to kill me?"

"Is that so? Let me see what else you've got!" The leading man looked at his companions and ordered, "Attack! With all your might!"

"Kill!"

They rushed forward with great momentum while their aura surged again. At the same time, one of them swung his blade towards Judge's head.

"Enough noise! You die first!" Judge's eyes narrowed, and his figure flashed, the crescent moon curved blade rapidly meeting the oncoming danger.

"You're courting death!" At the same time, the leader of the opposition roared. He propelled himself upward from his position, the hefty blade in his hand generating a piercing rush of wind as it sliced toward Judge's head.

The next moment, Judge's blade momentum continued even after severing the other man's blade, sweeping directly from the man's forehead. The man didn't have time to dodge; his head was split in two, and he fell stiffly to the ground, twitching twice before becoming motionless.

Just as the leader's blade was about to descend upon Judge, Judge shifted his body sideways by half, simultaneously lifting his blade to meet the attack.

After a crisp sound, the robust impact caused Judge's body to sink into the ground by half a meter, the soil reaching his knees. After the man on the other side landed, he retreated four or five steps and stabilized himself.

"You can go die now!"

But without any hesitation, that man launched himself again and burst out with full force, wielding his sword to slash at Judge.

"Shameless boasting!" Faced with the man's full force attack, a hint of fanaticism flashed in Judge's eyes and his momentum skyrocketed to the extreme in an instant.

"Let me show you Cold Moon Blade Technique!" Immediately after, he shouted loudly as well.

The next second, his legs pushed forcefully, propelling his body upward like a leopard in full spring. In mid-air, the crescent moon curved blade traced a flawless arc.

"Uh!? " Sensing the power of Judge's knife, the man's pupils shrank in fear. He felt a dense aura of killing intent enveloping him, causing all his pores to open up throughout his body. Without much time to think, he quickly withdrew and defended, holding the broadsword half a meter in front of the chest, attempting to block this attack.