"Who are you?" Dale Waitz struggled to speak as he gazed at the group of people who had walked over from behind Bob Stokes.
"BOSS!" Both Bob Stokes and Ian Blade turned to look.
The newcomers were naturally Billy, Casey, and the others. They had hurriedly made their way here and arrived just in time. Billy had used the travel time to heal his injuries. He had been seriously injured at the farmhouse in Ozin, but after two hours of recovery, he was in much better shape.
"King of the West?" Dale Waitz said again, a blood streak extending from his forehead down his body, which was now split in two and collapsed on the ground.
Until the last moment, he couldn't believe that he would die like this.
Before this, although he had heard that King of the West was very powerful and capable of killing Imperial-level experts, he had always believed there was some exaggeration involved.
After all, the gap between a true War God-Emperor and a half-step War God-Emperor was like night and day. Even if King of the West was an extraordinary genius, it shouldn't be to such an extreme extent.
But reality had slapped him hard in the face. Just with that one strike, even if he wasn't already injured, he probably wouldn't have been able to withstand it in his prime.
"Bob, Ian, are you both alright?" Billy walked over to Bob Stokes and Ian Blade.
"We're fine!" They both shook their heads simultaneously.
"That's good." Billy roughly checked their injuries and felt relieved. Then he looked at Bessie and said, "Mrs Charleston, nice to see you again!"
"Commander Gardner." Bessie bowed.
Billy gave a faint smile and then turned to Casey and the others, instructing, "Go for it, don't let anyone from Ink Pavilion and Heavenly Dragon Sect escape!"
"Understood!" Everyone, including Bob and Ian, responded and rushed towards the crowd on the lawn.
"Mrs Charleston, take a moment to catch your breath. I'll go assist Mr Fowler!" Billy said to Bessie before quickly heading towards the battle between Arthur and the others.
At this moment, Arthur and Quillan both had varying degrees of injuries, and their combat abilities had decreased by at least twenty to thirty percent. From the momentum emanating from them, it was clear that Quillan had a slight advantage, and if they continued to fight, Arthur would definitely be the one to fall in the end.
Boom!
At this moment, they clashed once again, and there was a loud noise. Afterward, Arthur slid back dozens of meters, while Quillan stabilized after retreating just over ten steps.
"Mr Fowler, are you okay?" Billy walked steadily towards Arthur.
"Commander Gardner?" Arthur was surprised when he saw Billy. "Why are you here?"
"I heard that the head of Ink Pavilion personally took the field, so I came to join the fun." Billy said with a faint smile.
"Hmm?" Quillan also recognized Billy at this moment. He furrowed his brow slightly and said, "You came so quickly, it seems I underestimated you."
Speaking, a hint of surprise rose in his heart. Originally, in his estimation, he had sent so many people to Ozin, and even if they couldn't take down Billy, it shouldn't be difficult to keep him in Ozin and prevent him from leaving for at least a day. But now, Billy had appeared before him so quickly! Undoubtedly, those sent to Ozin were in a dire situation.
"Are you very surprised?" Billy replied nonchalantly.
"It is quite unexpected," Quillan said. "But you made a wrong choice. You should have stayed in Ozin instead of coming here to die. But that's fine too. You've killed so many of my Ink Pavilion people, it's a good opportunity to settle all the scores with you."
"Sounds good!" Billy smiled again and continued, "How do you think your current strength compares to Leopold Stirling?"
"You seem very confident," Quillan narrowed his eyes.
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