Chapter 487: Liquidation! (Part 2)


    Impossible!


    Absolutely impossible!


    He is still young, not even thirty. To possess the War King level strength is phenomenal, verging on monstrous talent.


    If White Mitchell alone was capable of defeating those titled War God level experts of the Mitchell family, they just could not bring themselves to believe it.


    This must be a lie!


    The disappearance of those experts of the Mitchell family had absolutely nothing to do with White Mitchell!


    The Mitchell Family Headforted himself, stubbornly refusing to believe what he was witnessing.


    Elder Madame Mitchell, standing in the center, shouted furiously, “What are you standing around for? Hurry up and get rid of this bastard!”


    Even though the whereabouts of the Titled War Gods of the Mitchell family were unknown, there were, of course, many more experts in a hundred-year-old noble family like theirs.


    There were also many strong individuals, who were below the Titled War God level, standing around them.<div>


    These people were either Minor Achieved War Gods or Major Achieved War Gods – their abilities were far superior to those of the Mitchell family’s branch members.


    The moment she finished shouting, over a dozen War God level individuals stepped forward without hesitation and charged towards White Mitchell.


    Seeing this, White Mitchell continued to walk towards them step by step, as if he didn’t notice the experts charging at him.


    “Kill him! Kill him! I order you to kill him!” Elder Madame Mitchell stood behind them, supporting herself with a dragon-headed cane and ranted crazily.


    Kill me?


    Upon hearing this, White Mitchell smirked coldly and instantly extended one arm, lightly reaching forward.


    With a snap, an arm of an expert who intended to sneak-attack Hill Mitchell was instantly crippled.


    Immediately following that, White Mitchell kicked him straight into the crowd.


    Instant silence enveloped the scene!


    Everyone was staring at White Mitchell incredulously, as if they had just seen something horrifying.


    At this very moment, it felt as if the temperature around them had dropped several degrees, a wave of chill rising from their backs.


    It was as if they were in hell!


    “It won’t do! This kid’s strength is far beyond what we expected. We have to work together, otherwise, we’ll all fall here!” A God of War level expert spoke, his voice heavy, filled with pressure.


    The others nodded in agreement upon hearing his words.


    At this moment, the pressure White Mitchell brought upon them felt like a huge rock pressing down on their hearts, leaving them breathless.


    So, they had only one option – unite!


    Only by joining forces could they have a slim chance!


    With this thought, over a dozen war-god level experts began to take action, demonstrating their unique skills.


    Tiger-subduing Fist!<div>


    Dragon-subduing Palm!


    Thirteen-Style Tan Leg!


    …


    The killing moves, like a furious storm, were directed towards White Mitchell.<div>


    However, throughout all this, White Mitchell’s face did not show the slightest ripple. He seemed unperturbed, unaffected by any of these actions.


    “Opportunity! Kill him now!” one War God level fighter roared.


    However, just as he was finishing his sentence, White Mitchell’s figure appeared in front of him like a phantom: “You want to kill me?”


    Hiss!


    The War God expert gasped, a strong sense of impending death enveloping him.


    The next moment, a crisp sound echoed and the War God expert’s neck was crushed in an instant.


    Following this, facing the onught of the crowd, White Mitchell effortlessly repelled everyone.


    “ALL OF YOU, GET THE HELL OUT!!!”


    A cold shout, even the Gods would step back!


    At this moment, White Mitchell stood against the wind, invincible, like a God of killing. No one could resist, no one could resist!!!