Chapter 197 Striking The Heart Of The Enemies
Chapter 197 Striking the Heart of the Enemies
"Hmm!?" Lincoln Romero was slightly taken aback when he heard Billy''s words. "You guys are from
vale?"
"Hand over the person!" Casey said in a low voice.
Lincoln Romero snorted coldly. "You vale people are getting more and more arrogant. Just three
of you want toe to Oriana for someone! Do you think that Oriana has no one left?"
"Enough talk, die!" Casey responded coldly.
"I''ve heard that everyone from vale is a martial arts genius. Let me learn something today!"
Lincoln Romero shouted angrily as his aura burst forth, causing all the men in Dao robes behind
him to be blown away.
"Take this palm strike from me!" Then, with a deep voice, he used all his strength to strike at Casey
with his palm.
Casey took two steps forward and flicked his wrist, sending out a sharp de energy towards
Lincoln Romero''s attack.
Upon sensing the power of Casey''s attack, Lincoln Romero''s pupils shrank in shock. It was only
then that he realized that he had greatly underestimated Casey''s strength.
Without much time to think about it, he quickly withdrew his move and crossed both arms in front of
him while using all his chi to form a defensive shield around himself in an attempt to block this de
energy attack. However, he was unable to withstand such an attack from someone who was two
levels higher than him.
After the de''s edge passed, Lincoln Romero''s two palms fell to the ground, and at the same time,
a line of blood appeared across his chest. A massive amount of fresh blood gushed out.
"Ah..." Lincoln Romero cried out in pain, sliding at high speed for forty to fifty meters beforeing
to a stop. Right after, his legs went limp and he knelt down directly, his entire body sagging like a
deted balloon. His eyes were filled with utter despair.
He himself was even stunned by the fact that he failed to withstand Casey''s de as a Warlord.
Moreover, he could feel that Casey had shown mercy, otherwise he would have already lost his
breath now.
''Are all of vale''s warriors this strong?'' Lincoln Romero couldn''t help but wonder.
"Elder Romero!" One hundred men in Daoist robes shouted in unison.
"Can you hand him over now?" Billy spoke again, his tone casual, "If I don''t see Lance Glisson
within a minute, I''ll ughter your entire sect."
"You bastards, daring to harm our leader, I''ll fight you to the end!"
The hundred men roared, raising their hands and charging towards Billy and his group.
"Stop!" Lincoln Romero shouted hysterically, "You are not their match, don''t go up and die!"
Before his words had even settled, Casey had already cleaved forty of them at least in half with a
single stroke.
"STOP IT, STOP!" Lincoln Romero shouted again.
This time, he didn''t even need to shout. The remaining people turned pale and trembled as they
retreated to their original positions. Casey''s skills had filled them with despair. He was on a
"Where is he?" Billy looked at Lincoln Romero.
"I... I already handed him over to the war department... he should have been taken to the military
camp by now..." Lincoln Romero spoke with difficulty.
"Hmm!?" A wave of anger emanated from Billy, "Where exactly?"
"At... the headquarters base outside the capital city..." Lincoln Romero responded again.
Before he could finish speaking, a sharp gust of wind swept out from Billy''s hand like a de. In the
next moment, Lincoln Romero''s head flew up into the air with an extremely unwilling expression on
his face.
As one of Oriana''s few Warlords, Lincoln Romero held a high status and position in Oriana. He had
been looking forward to a promising future, but little did he know it would all end just like that, in his
untimely death.
"Elder Romero!!!"
Fifty disciples in Daoist robes cried out in pain, their faces filled with despair.
"Boss, what should we do with these people?" Stout asked.
"Execute them!" Billy''s voice was heavy.
With Lance Glisson''s fate uncertain, his heart was weighed down. There was no way these people
could be allowed to live.
"Got it!" Stout responded.
"No!" Dozens of people eximed at the same time, scrambling to one side.
However, their teleportation speed could not bepared, who was a Warlord. In less than two
minutes, they all copsed.
"Go to the capital of Oriana!"
Billy said in a deep voice and turned around. Casey followed closely behind him.
The news of the Sacred Light Sect quickly spread throughout Oriana''s territory. The sect leader and
five hundred disciples were killed by a mysterious group. After hearing this news, martial artists
from Oriana mobilized to intercept the killers.
Billy and hispanions encountered ten waves of interceptors along the way, including one
hundred Battle Generals, twenty Battle Gods, and five Warlords!
There was no suspense in the oue. Without exception, they were all killed.
The news spread again through Oriana''s martial artsmunity.
''Who are these individuals with such skills? Are they attempting to bring down all of Oriana?'' The
question lingered in everyone''s thought.
This time, there weren''t many people who dared to stand up anymore. Everyone cowered in the
face of such powerful opponents. Among the five Warlords who had been killed were two Half-Step
War Grandmasters. It is said that neither could withstand even one sh from their attacker.
ordingly, they knew their opponents were at least Tier-two War Grandmasters, while there were
only a few who had reached the mid-level of this martial realm in Oriana.
As time went on, another piece of news began to circte once again.
The three of the mysterious group were from vale and their goal was to rescue a vice general
captured by the Oriana war department. Upon hearing this news, Oriana was in an uproar. To save
one person, they killed so many powerful warriors from Oriana.
vale couldn''t be underestimated; they were indeed formidable.
When Billy and his twopanions arrived at the Oriana war department that Lincoln Romero had
mentioned, it was already night time. The entire base was brightly lit with guards stationed both
inside and outside. They were all armed to the teeth with guns and looked tense.
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Three sets of footsteps sounded as three figures appeared on the wide road outside the gate of the
base, two kilometers away.
"Stop!" Ten soldiers raised their guns and pointed them at Billy''s group. "KNEEL, or face immediate
execution!"
Boom!
A vicious gust of wind swept forth. Ten men were sent flying into the air, their bodies simultaneously
exploding, and after the blood mist cleared, ten semi-automatic rifles fell to the ground.
"Damn it!" a furious roar rang out, "Open fire!"
Bullets rained down like a storm towards the trio, an imprable barrage, a shocking disy of
firepower. However, what filled them with despair was the fact that each speeding bullet, about four
to five meters away from the three figures, dropped to the ground as if hitting an imprable
barrier, creating a crisp sound upon impact.
Whoosh!
Billy''s eyes darkened, and he raised his hand, sending a powerful gust sweeping towards the
ground. The bullets seemed to be suspended in midair as if enchanted.
In the next moment, countless bullets shot towards the opponents, like an unstoppable force, each
finding its mark on the foreheads of the surrounding armed men. In less than five minutes, all the
hundreds of armed men were lying on the ground, each of them shot in the head.
"Retreat! The enemy is too strong!" a voice filled with terror sounded, and the remaining armed men
quickly fell back to their base.
Billy and hispanions continued forward and soon arrived at a point a hundred meters away
from the entrance of the base.