As Mortimer Warner's voice fell, an overwhelming aura surged forth, revealing his cultivation of a Tier-one War God-Emperor.
The formidable pressure immediately shrouded the entire space, causing several members of Ink Pavilion to involuntarily step back.
"Arthur Fowler is mine, the woman is yours!" Mortimer instructed before darting towards Arthur and the woman like lightning.
In the middle of his approach, his hands left countless afterimages in the void, and his arms turned iron-gray. Before long, a massive shadowy palm appeared above his head, surrounded by thunder.
"Take my palm!"
In the next moment, he spoke up and forcefully pushed his right palm forward. Subsequently, the shadowy palm descended like a small mountain towards Arthur, creating explosive cracks in the air and a raging wind.
"Ah... why won't you listen to reason!" Even before Mortimer made his move, Arthur had already acted, and his aura exploded. "More than twenty years ago, I spared your life, hoping you would mend your ways. But now, it seems I was too optimistic. Since that's the case, today, I'll act on behalf of fate once again!"
While speaking, Arthur Fowler took several large steps forward, his palms leaving dozens of afterimages as he activated the 'Return to the Origins of Power' technique. In no time, a massive white energy sphere formed between his palms, with the air inside it churning violently, as if it was about to burst out. At the same time, streams of true energy from the Ink Pavilion disciples flowed into the white sphere.
"Retreat to a kilometer away!" Titan Holden and Max Holden shouted simultaneously.
Without their reminder, everyone had already sensed their own true energy leaking out and quickly moved backward.
Meanwhile, Bessie Charleston also acted, and her teleportation speed was astonishing. In the blink of an eye, she rushed forward. With a casual reach, she snatched a sword from an Ink Pavilion member's hand and swung it, unleashing dozens of meters of sword energy.
"Do you want to see 'Return to the Origins of Power' again? I can fulfill your wish!" Arthur's voice rang out.
In the next moment, the massive energy sphere, carrying a devastating force, collided with Mortimer's shadowy palm.
Boom!
A deafening roar echoed, and the surging airwaves swept out like an exploding bomb, causing the earth to shake. Within a kilometer radius, trees and rocks were reduced to rubble, and the scene was horrifying. Mortimer spurted a mouthful of blood into the air and slid back rapidly for fifty to sixty meters before finally stabilizing. His aura became chaotic.
"Are you a Half-step War God-Emperor?" After spitting out another mouthful of blood, Mortimer's expression became serious as he stared at Arthur.
"I didn't expect that, after more than twenty years, even with the power of Ink Pool, I am still half a level below you."
"I've heard that Ink Pool has the unique effect of reshaping meridians to enhance cultivation. Seeing it today, it's not just a rumor." Arthur said casually. "Twenty years ago, that palm stagnated your progress for ten years, but it seems you've quickly broken through to the later stage of War God-Emperor. The Ink Pool's reputation is well-deserved. At this rate, it won't be long before your cultivation surpasses mine. However, it's a pity that you shouldn't have come today!"
Mortimer spurted blood again and looked at Arthur. "You're overestimating yourself! I admit, your skills are indeed slightly better than mine, but if I'm determined to leave, do you think you can stop me?"
"I might have a little trouble on my own," Arthur smiled. "But don't forget, there's an old lady with me."
"Huh?" Upon hearing Arthur's words, Mortimer's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but look towards the battlefield a kilometer away.
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