Lord Came Back From The Battlefield

A loud crash echoed, causing the void to tremble. Both figures were thrown back several hundred meters, evenly matched.

“Impressive, come again!” The elder from the Institute frowned and struck once more.

William Frost didn’t waste any words and charged forward swiftly.

At the same time, other members of the Alchemists’ Alliance, including Juliana Frost, engaged in battle with the Institute’s forces.

With their involvement, the people of Bladesong City felt a slight relief.

Especially since William Frost was holding off the fifth-rank Perfection Emptiness Realm elder, alleviating significant pressure from them.

Before this, several elders of the Blade and Sword Sect had already perished at the hands of the enemy.

“Miss Frost, be careful!” Casey called out to Juliana Frost before charging at an Institute elder in the mid-stage of Entering Emptiness Realm.

“Got it!” Juliana Frost responded and dashed forward without hesitation.

Ivy followed suit, popping two Chi Condensing Pills into her mouth before thrusting her sword at an Institute man.

Boom… Soon, continuous explosions echoed in the void, with the entire sky seeming on the brink of destruction. The people in Bladesong City were all horrified.

Such a spectacle was truly awe-inspiring!

Meanwhile, in Opal’s battle circle, a loud crash was heard. She was sent flying four to five hundred meters away, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Currently at first-rank Entering Emptiness Realm, she had been besieged by a fourth-rank Entering Emptiness Realm opponent and two early-stage Entering Emptiness Realm adversaries. Although they hadn’t inflicted any injuries on her, her Chi power was significantly drained.

After a fierce battle, she managed to kill the three attackers but lost about twenty percent of her combat strength.

Just as she was catching her breath, a fifth-rank Entering Emptiness Realm man from the Institute attacked.

Caught off guard, she couldn’t block his assault and was sent flying, sustaining serious injuries.

The man clearly didn’t intend to let her off easily. After his successful strike, he charged again, forming a massive phantom blade aimed at Opal.

“Opal, watch out!” Stout’s voice rang out.

In an instant, Stout appeared in front of Opal and threw a punch.

Demon Fist!

This was the technique he had acquired from the Celestial Realm’s treasury along with Phantom Sword Technique.

During his last stay in Glavale for several months, he had devoted himself to mastering this fist technique and had reached Great Perfection Realm.

In terms of power, it was indeed much stronger than his previous Thunder Breaking Fist.

A loud crash ensued, sending Stout flying five to six hundred meters back while the opponent retreated two to three hundred meters.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Stout!” Opal exclaimed.

“Opal, don’t worry. I’m tough; I’m fine!” Stout steadied himself and grinned.

His resilience was extraordinary; it was hard for a mid-stage Entering Emptiness Realm opponent to seriously injure him.

“Be careful and don’t get overconfident!” Opal relaxed a bit seeing he was mostly unharmed.

“Opal, you rest. I’ll handle this old man!” Stout said before charging again.

“You dare mock me?” The man was infuriated by Stout’s words. Did he really look that old?

Stout threw another powerful punch.

The man didn’t retreat and met the attack head-on. He had assessed Stout’s cultivation as half-step into Entering Emptiness Realm and didn’t take him seriously.

Their attacks clashed again with a loud bang, resulting in another stalemate.

Stout fought like a machine, relentlessly attacking without pause.

The man didn’t back down but frowned at Stout’s relentless state.

After dozens of exchanges, the man started to feel hesitant. Stout’s Chi power seemed hardly depleted.

Despite the prolonged battle, his combat strength remained unaffected. The man feared he might be countered if this continued.

After another exchange with Stout, he swiftly moved aside to retreat.

However, he seemed to forget about Opal nearby.

After a brief rest, her combat strength had recovered by twenty percent. A swift sword light shot out.

The sword light tore through his chest, causing blood to spurt out.

Before he could react, Stout’s punch landed on his chest.

Adding insult to injury, his ribs shattered, and his internal organs were ruptured. He fell from the sky.

“Opal, you rest while I…” Stout turned to Opal after dealing with the opponent.

“Stout, watch out!” Opal cried out and rushed towards him.

Before she could reach him, a blast sent Stout flying a thousand meters away, spitting blood into the air.

This time he was seriously injured, losing thirty to forty percent of his combat strength and his breath becoming erratic.

The attacker was an elder from the Institute at seventh-rank Entering Emptiness Realm.

“Stout, are you okay?” Opal’s face turned pale as she rushed towards him.

“Opal… I’m fine…” Stout steadied himself and spoke with difficulty, blood continuously flowing from his mouth.

“You need to heal…” Opal saw his condition and knew he wasn’t fine at all!

“I’ll send you both to hell for healing!” The elder charged at them again.

As he spoke, the void around them twisted. A mark whistled towards them with terrifying momentum.

Both Opal and Stout were severely injured. Even if they wanted to dodge, they couldn’t muster the strength.

At that moment, a thunderous sword light flashed from afar, tearing open a dark rift in the void.

“Hmm?!” The elder’s pupils contracted as he quickly dodged aside.

But it was too late!

The sword light cut through him like butter. His body split in two and fell from the sky with an unwilling expression on his face.

“Harleen?”

“Harleen?”

Seeing the figure approaching swiftly from afar, both Stout and Opal called out simultaneously.

It was Harleen!

Clearly, she and Billy had exited the forbidden area!

“Opal, Stout, how are you?” Harleen asked as she approached them.

“Harleen, you and Boss are out?” Stout asked next.

“Yes!” Harleen nodded. “There is indeed a soul remnant of Blade and Sword Sect’s former Sect Master in the forbidden area.”

“He sensed the crisis in Bladesong City and brought us out!”

“Really?” Stout’s eyes lit up.

“Yes!” Harleen nodded again. “Opal, Stout, you both rest for now; we’ll talk later!”

With that, she dashed towards Night Orchid and Frostblade’s direction with her sword in hand.

Meanwhile, another loud crash echoed from afar.

A figure spewed blood into the sky and flew two to three thousand meters away.

It was Sword Sect’s old Sect Master, Jericho Acevedo!