“Fair duel, life and death do not matter!” Brent Moyer looked at Billy and spoke. “You brought this upon yourselves, don’t me us!” After saying this, he drew out his personal dagger from his waist. The de was a meter long, covered in patterns, exuding an ancient aura. It was clear that this de was extraordinary.Content is property of N?velDrama.Org.


    At the same time, Marcus Vaughan also drew out an ancient sword from his body, simr to Brent Moyer’s dagger, definitely not an ordinary weapon.


    “Kid, draw your weapons! Let me see what you’re made of!” Brent Moyer continued, looking at Billy.


    “You don’t even have the qualifications to make me draw my weapon!” Billy calmly replied, “You make the first move! Remember, you only have one chance to strike, so you better give it your all, or you will die with your eyes wide open!”


    “You have no idea what you’re getting into, let me teach yo a lesson!” Marcus Vaughan responded angrily. With these words falling, his imposing aura erupted instantly, revealing his First-rank Saint cultivation.


    “Untraceable de!”


    Following this, with a deep voice, he forcefully activated the Vaughan n’s unique skill, the Untraceable de Technique.


    Swish!


    As the words rang out, his wrist flipped, driving all his power into the ancient sword in his hand. In the next moment, an invisible sword energy carrying a chilling death aura struck towards Billy, swift as lightning. Where the sword energy passed, the surrounding air temperature instantly dropped by several degrees, bone-chilling cold.


    “Sunset de!”


    Brent Moyer shouted in tandem, and sharp de energy emanated from his great sword. Objectively speaking, both of them had impressivebat power within the same realm. Coupled with the enhancement function of their weapons, they were more than capable of challenging opponents above their level.


    Unfortunately, they underestimated their opponent! Billy had already reached the Saint realm, making Brent Moyer and Marcus Vaughan no different from ants in front of him.


    “Is this all the strength you have?” Just as their attacks were about to reach Billy, he casually uttered these words. Meanwhile, he took two steps forward, raised his hand, and a palm wind whistled out. Although it was a casual move, it was beyond what Brent Moyer and Marcus Vaughan could resist. The palm wind tore apart their attacks,nding directly on their chests.


    In the next moment, two muffled sounds echoed as they flew out like fallen leaves in autumn, leaving two arched bloodstains in the air. After flying five to six hundred meters, they heavilynded on the ground, spewing out copious amounts of blood from their mouths. Although Billy did not take their lives, Brent Moyer and Marcus Vaughan’s situation was not optimistic. At least half of their ribs were broken, and they wouldn’t recover in a short time.


    The others on the opposing side simultaneously sucked in a breath of cold air. They were dumbfounded, wearing expressions of disbelief on their faces. Such a casual move was able to severely injure Brent Moyer and Marcus Vaughan. This was too exaggerated. Most importantly, Billy seemed younger than both Brent Moyer and Marcus Vaughan!


    Sana’s heart also surged with waves of shock and awe. She finally understood how extraordinary this figure was. From the disy of power by Billy just now, even a Saint rank powerhouse might not be his opponent. Among her peers, Billy was iparable.


    “Master Brent, Master Marcus!”


    After a moment of stunned silence, the others quickly ran towards the two. One of the women took out her phone and dialed a number as she ran.


    “W-Who are you?” After being helped up by hispanion, Brent Moyer looked at Billy, who was walking towards him, and asked with a strong sense of fear in his eyes. He could clearly feel that Billy had shown mercy earlier. Otherwise, he and Marcus Vaughan would probably be corpses by now.


    “Do you know why I spared you?” Billy asked calmly.


    “What do you want? Master Brent is the eldest young master of the Moyer family, if you dare…” A man from the opposing side looked at Billy and stammered.


    “Get lost!” Before the man could finish speaking, Billy’s palm wind sent him flying.


    Seeing this, the others closed their mouths one by one, looking shocked.


    “You have onest chance!” Billy continued. “Confess the cause and effect of today’s events truthfully, and you two can live, otherwise, I will send you on your way!”


    “What do you mean?” Marcus Vaughan’s gaze shifted, a hint of unease crossing his eyes.


    “Don’t want to talk?” A chill emanated from Billy as he asked.


    “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about, we just had a conflict with Del Gentry before, and today we happened to bump into him, so…” Brent Moyer beside him spoke.


    “I gave you a chance, but you didn’t cherish it, so don’t me me.” Billy cut him off. “Casey, cut them down!”


    “Yes!” Casey responded loudly, drawing his war de from his body, preparing to strike.


    “No, wait! I’ll talk…” Both Marcus Vaughan and Brent Moyer eximed in fear.


    After a slight pause, Brent Moyer continued, “It… it was members of our families who instructed us to do this…”


    “The purpose?” Casey inquired.


    “We wanted to approach Corey Gentry, but he refused to cooperate, so our families instructed us to target his son.” Brent Moyer continued. “Today’s events are a warning to Corey Gentry. If he doesn’t know what’s good for him, it won’t be this easy next time…”


    “Besides your two families, was there another family involved in this?” Billy asked.


    “N-No…” Brent Moyer hesitated before responding.


    “Don’t y dumb!” Casey’s tone turned cold, his war de poised to strike.


    “Ridiculous, daring to provoke the Moyer family, you’re truly seeking death!”


    At that moment, a man’s voice rang out. Following this, a middle-aged man led a group of people rushing towards them, sweeping out a palm wind towards Casey.


    “Shameless boasting!” Casey’s eyes narrowed as he brandished his war de to counter.


    Bang!


    A muffled sound echoed as both Casey and the man were pushed back thirty meters, both sides evenly matched.


    “Hmm?” The middle-aged man, known as Tyge Moyer, stabilized his position, his pupils slightly contracting.


    “Uncle Tyge!” Brent Moyer shouted as if grasping at a lifesaving straw. “He wants to kill me, you must kill him for me, I want him dead!”


    “Check on the injuries of Brent and Master Marcus!” Tyge Moyer turned to a senior beside him.


    “Yes, sir!” The elderly man responded and quickly walked over to Brent Moyer and Marcus Vaughan.


    “Who are you people?” Tyge Moyer shouted at Casey.


    “Uncle Tyge, they are the helpers summoned by that despicable woman Sana Holt.” Brent Moyer continued shouting, “Don’t waste time with him, kill him now, I must have him dead today!”


    “Boss, what do we do, do we kill him?” Casey disregarded the opposition and turned to Billy.


    “Let’s go back!” Billy calmly replied, then turned and left. For him, the objective of today had been aplished, there was no need to waste time with their opponents.


    “Yes!” Casey and the others responded simultaneously before following Billy.


    “You injured members of my family and you think you can leave like this? Wishful thinking!” Tyge Moyer roared. As he spoke, his aura rose rapidly.


    Immediately after, without holding back, he unleashed all his power towards Billy and his group.