"Alright! Be careful, all of you!" Billy also detected the unusual smell. With that said, he raised his hand and struck the tea house's front doors with a powerful blow.
Bang!
The two wooden doors shattered immediately.
The group then looked into the tea house's main hall and saw the gruesome sight of twenty to thirty people lying on the floor. They had all been killed with a single slash to the throat, a truly horrific scene. From their attire, it was clear that they were employees of the tea house.
A chill ran down Billy's spine.
"What's going on?" Stout muttered, visibly taken aback.
Bob Stokes and Night Orchid also wore puzzled expressions.
"Help... Help me..." Suddenly, a weak voice reached Billy's ears.
"There's someone who's still alive!" Billy frowned and quickly moved towards the source of the voice.
"Night Orchid, Stout, you two stay out here, Bob follow me." Billy instructed as he walked over.
"Okay." Bob replied and followed up.
"Boss, Bob, be careful!" Night Orchid reminded with concern.
"Don't worry." Bob said as he waved his hand.
Before long, Billy and Bob entered the lobby.
"Help, save me..." the weak voice from before came from the direction of the bar.
"Boss, someone's inside the bar!" Bob pointed towards the bar area and was about to approach it.
"Bob, be cautious!" At that moment, Billy's pupils slightly contracted as he shouted a warning. Immediately afterward, without hesitation, he struck towards the bar area with a powerful palm strike.
Almost simultaneously with Billy's warning, a violent surge of energy rushed towards them from the bar area, creating a massive gust of wind and a deafening impact as their attacks collided.
Boom!
The intense clash sent shockwaves through the hall, shattering tables, chairs, benches, and even several wooden pillars into splinters.
Simultaneously, Billy and the person they clashed with were both pushed back seven or eight steps, their auras showing signs of disruption. However, the opponent seemed to have fared slightly worse, with a trace of blood appearing at the corner of his mouth.
"Boss, are you alright?" Bob Stokes quickly rushed to Billy's side as he walked away from the confrontation.
"I'm fine." Billy said as his gaze still locked on the opponent with icy determination.
Though it was hard to determine the opponent's actual age, it was safe to say that his was at least in his seventies or eighties. He appeared emaciated, dressed in gray robes, had sharp eyes, and was enveloped in an aura of energy. His skill was formidable, reaching the Half-Step War God-Emperor level of cultivation, just one step away from reaching the real God-Emperor realm.
"Commander Gardner, you are indeed as renowned as the rumors say. To possess such strength at such a young age is truly admirable!" The old man wiped the blood from his mouth with his hand. "However, let me offer you a piece of advice, King of the West. The Stan Mitchell case is not something you can handle. It's best not to get involved."
"Otherwise, I'm afraid you may not live to see the day when you reach the Dragon Transformation stage." He continued. While speaking, a hint of fear flashed in his eyes, indicating that Billy's skills surpassed his expectations.
"Old fool, you'd better think about how to leave here alive!" Bob Stokes retorted coldly.
"I'm leaving. You two won't be able to stop me!" The old man sneered.
"Then, you may try!" Billy said coldly. He took a step forward and unleashed a powerful palm strike toward the opponent.
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