A loud explosion echoed in the sky. Debbie nailed Wilbur's legs to the ground with that attack. The earth cracked wide open, but Debbie did not make it past Wilbur. Which meant her shadow did not reach Wilbur. However, she did not mind. She felt like she was at an advantage. She immediately started a new round of attacks. The Death Scythe formed shadows as the attacks rained down on Wilbur. He leaped from the ground and backed away as he fought. He did not allow her shadow to touch his feet. He did not have his spiritual energy, but he was still terrifyingly powerful. His power was terrifying when he unleashed all his Dragon power. Debbie unleashed a terrifying and ultimate spell, but Wilbur could still fight her with the mysterious Godly Training Form and his terrifying power. Debbie forced Wilbur to keep backing away with her attacks, but she did not harm Wilbur. She was finally furious after a few minutes. She suddenly backed away for more than ten meters after
His legs were pierced through. Ordinary people would be handicapped by that. However, Wilbur was still standing. He looked at Debbie coldly and asked, "There's a price for worshiping an evil god, right?" "Yes, but only a god can give me this power. Do you understand?" asked Debbie while laughing maniacally. Wilbur scoffed coldly and said, "You will only doom yourself by gaining power through selling your soul." "So what? As long as I'm powerful enough." Debbie seemed unbothered. She looked deranged, and she raised her Death Scythe again. Her target was her heart. Wilbur shouted and summoned the Crystal Sternum. He gripped the sternum with his left hand and a roaring power started to infuse into his body. Spiritual flames on him instantly surged to the sky. Debbie could not believe that there were thunderous sounds coming from his body. A terrifying spiritual pressure started to spread. Her spiritual pressure seemed to be forced back. Debbie had her jaw on the floor. S
Wilbur was knocked back again. The Dark Underlord roared thunderously at that moment.Wilbur was levitating in mid-air, and he tossed the Crystal Sternum that lost its iridescence to the ground.However, the spiritual flames of the historical halberd surged. Full scripts of runes appeared in the flames.A force started to spread."Die!"Wilbur lunged towards the Dark Underlord again like he was a shooting star.The historical halberd was like a godly weapon. It carried a raging power as it lunged into the dark mists with Wilbur.A loud explosion could be heard. The Dark Underlord made an inhuman roar.The strong impact spreaded in the air.A lot of flying creatures that could not escape in time were shattered from the strong impact. They exploded into chunks of flesh.The black mists faded from the explosion, and the historical halberd penetrated the body of the Dark Underlord.The Dark Underlord kept growling, but its body started to crumble and dissipate.Wilbur reached o
Jude stood and saluted Wilbur. He bowed and said, "Sir, I've never met someone with your integrity before. I'm thoroughly impressed."His uncles could not wait to approach the historical halberd. They were dying to try it.Jude glanced at them, then he looked at Wilbur and said, "However, my ancestor said that you will be his inheritor. This item belongs to you now, sir. We won't have any disagreements.""Jude, what are you saying?" asked Rowan in a disagreeing tone.The other uncles were also very dissatisfied. They glared at Jude.The historical halberd was the ultimate treasure of their family. Moreover, Wilbur was willing to return it to the Cooks, so they wondered what was wrong with Jude.However, Jude scoffed coldly and said, "We've been blinded by greed. Let me ask you this, which one of us deserves the historical halberd? Even if we have it, we are old, and we also don't know the cultivation basics. What's the use of having it? Won't it only cause our downfall?"His unc
He gripped the historical halberd, channeling his spirit energy into it endlessly. In the next second, countless images entered Wilbur's consciousness. They spoke of another time, brilliant and luminescent. Countless cultivators flew around in the sky, wielding their godly weapons and treasures. There were even cultivators riding on different creatures on the ground. The enormous city was completely filled with cultivators. Cultivators were in their prime then. Every single person seemed to have some amount of spiritual energy, wielding different tools and weapons. Next was the ancestor of the Cook family. His job was to guard the city, but he was reaching the end of his lifespan. Thus, he dispersed everyone in the city forged a new, smaller world, and left a sliver of his soul in there. Everything he had learned from cultivating for thousands of years surged into Wilbur's consciousness. What was passed on, however, was not cultivation methods or skills. Instead,
The next morning. Jude, Rowan, and the others sat waiting in the living room quietly. The other members of the Cook family came in slowly, sitting down in the living room one by one. At around eleven o'clock, over twenty people arrived. All of these people held important positions in Cook Corp. They all stole glances at Jude and the others, their brows furrowed tightly. Everyone had heard that the clan's hidden realm had opened up last night, and who had entered it. Despite the fact that they had made it out safely, the Cook family had lost a dozen core family members. Everyone knew as well that Jude and the others had not inherited anything. They were all confused, waiting for an explanation. Upon seeing that everyone was there, Jude got to his feet and looked around him. "I've called all of you here today to announce something of extreme importance to the Cook family." The crowd perked up at the words at once. Had they really been able to gain the ancestor's inh
"Besides, we won't have to pay the Cookville Jays anymore. Our family will be protected enough with Envoy Penn alone," said Rowan. The crowd could not help but frown. Was this man really as powerful as their clan leader and elders were making him out to be, to the point where he could trump the three Cookville Jays? Just then, however, a peal of laughter sounded from outside the door. "Very well, very well! You Cooks are getting gutsy now, even thinking of not paying us anymore! Who gave you the nerve for that, huh?" The Cook family were shocked, looking toward the door at once. Three middle-aged men with ashen expressions swaggered into the room. They made a beeline for Jude, Rowan, and the rest, standing right in front of them while radiating an overwhelming pressure. The three men were none other than the three Cookville Jays, peak Ambience level cultivators Warren Corbain, Taver Quizmo, and Sander Wallis. All three men had made a name for themselves for a long time
"I'm going to give you one last chance. Are you going to hand it over, or not?" Taver asked loudly. Jude remained fearless in the face of the threat, shouting back, "How foolish of you to go after what rightfully belongs to our family!" "Let's see how cocky you can be when you're dead." Sander raised the long sword he was holding, swinging it down at Jude and the others. The rest of the Cook family members got a fright. Just then, a calm voice piped up. "That's some attitude to have in someone else's house if you ask me." Wilbur emerged from the back slowly, glancing at the three Cookville Jays. Sander put down his sword slowly, looking at Wilbur. "Who are you?" Jude turned to bow as Wilbur swaggered over to take his seat. "The name's Wilbur Penn. I'm the new envoy to the Cook family. You can direct whatever problems you have to me." The Cookville Jays exchanged a glance with each other, and Taver said coldly, "No wonder you were so cocky. You found a family envoy." "