"Ah, but that's hardly anything." Tracius said, "Protecting them was nothing. What I owe you is much more than that. The dangers in Wearson Valley are far more terrifying than anyone could imagine. Many knew that the Light Armor was in there and longed for it. However, you did not keep it for yourself even after risking your life to acquire it. Instead, you gave the armor to me. I'm forever grateful on behalf of my brother Tracy for that. He's always wanted the Light Armor." "That's alright. You said before that you were only taking care of it for the time being, didn't you? You're going to eventually hand it over to its real chosen one." "Yes, but I'm honestly not really that interested in the armor anymore. Forget it. Let's just talk about the Church of Holy Illuminati instead. As you know, my brother Tracy was the Black Bishop of the church. I'm also a member of the church, you see. I'm not too sure what Light Valley thinks of you, but from what I know, my church has always be
Could they have gone to visit Senior Fremont, and the traveling was to stop Wilbur from finding out where Fremont was? Either way, the Black Panthers were the ones who knew the most about the Nine Dragon Cauldrons for sure. Fremont Skye was their master, to begin with, and they definitely knew where the eighth and ninth cauldrons were. How else would they protect it? Despite Wilbur having gone against Fremont's rules by not killing Haron and Molton as Kearson had wished, Kearson had cultivated evil sorcery and was not a good person. It was fair to say that he had deserved what happened to him. Thus, Wilbur still held a shred of hope that Fremont might let this slide considering Kearson's wrongdoings. Fremont was a man of honor and may not know about Kearson secretly cultivating evil sorcery behind his back. Besides, even if Fremont refused to see Wilbur, the Nine Dragon Cauldrons would be of great use to Wilbur. Thus, Wilbur did not mind continuing his search for the cauldrons.
Despite both spirit energy and physical energy being resources that would exhaust themselves and have to be renewed, the Dragon Move draining one's body of spirit energy would cause Wilbur to sink into a deep fatigue in a matter of seconds. Thus, Wilbur could not help but be wary of it. Thus, Wilbur made up his mind to only use the Dragon Move if he was really in a tough spot. It was only the next morning when Wilbur's spirit energy was mostly restored. He opened his eyes and let out a long breath. Just then, there was a knock on the door. Wilbur scrambled to get off his bed, coming up to the door and opening it. Standing there was Bernard Stoli, the vice-captain of the Black Panthers. Bernard got straight to the point. "I've got good news and bad news. Which would you like to hear first?" "The bad news." Bernard smiled. "Why not the good news first?" Wilbur said, "Well, the bad news would give me a good idea of the extent of the situation." Bernard nodded. "The bad n
"You're exactly right." Wilbur was a little shocked and found the whole situation rather hard to believe. "But there were Shadow Men in Wearson Valley too, and there was Shadow energy there too. Why hadn't the Shadow King come here through those Shadow energy, but chose this one instead?" Bernard said, "The Shadow King's Shadow energy is completely different from the Shadow energy of regular Shadow Men. The Shadow King can only enter another dimension through his own Shadow energy, and then destroy that world. Unfortunately, this world is the one the Shadow King is currently infiltrating." "What?" This was the last thing Wilbur had expected. "The Shadow King can just… go to any other dimension he wants as long as it's through his own energy?" "No, he needs to make a sacrifice every time. Shadows represent darkness, and it takes a cultivator's own heart to break the dimensional barriers to form a connection with the Shadow King and then gain his power. Kearson secretly borrowe
All eight of the Black Panthers smiled, and it was clear that they thought Wilbur was being ridiculous. Wilbur was confused. "Is there really no way to stop the Shadow King from coming to this world?" "Well, there is one way," said Perry. "If someone can talk Locke out of sacrificing himself, that would work. However, Locke just lost the one reason he suffered through all that pain for so many decades. Now that Hart is dead, changing Locke's mind will be nearly impossible." "Maybe I could give it a try? Molton's already dead, and he killed Hart. Locke's already avenged his son, and he should let go of his hatred now. Locke can't just screw all of Rostead over just for his own selfish reasons." Bernard chuckled. "Sure, you can give it a try if you think you can do it. We'll handle the Shadow King's clones while you're at it. As long as we find all of the Shadow King's clones and kill them before it gets dark, the Shadow King will not come to this world." "Hang on." Wilbur fu
Wilbur left the hotel and could not help but bark out a laugh of indignation at the image of the eight Black Panthers taking their own sweet time to enjoy their food. Rostead had a huge storm coming for them, but these guys seemed oh so calm, even ordering their food and having Wilbur pay for it. He wandered on the streets for a while before stopping abruptly and looking up at the sky in confusion, thinking, 'Could it be that those guys have seen someone even more powerful than the Shadow King? Were they holding back in that last battle against me?' Wilbur shook his head, hailing a cab and making his way to the airport. One could get to Rostead from Terya by plane or ferry, but Wilbur chose to fly there due to the time constraint. The two countries were close enough to each other, and Wilbur landed at Korlyn International Airport in less than two hours. Upon getting into a cab, Wilbur dialed the number of Locke Jackson, the head of the Jackson family. "Hello, who is this?"
"Yes, Hart was in the wrong for speaking to his competitor in such a tone, but it did not warrant his death. That was why I had someone take out Molton. Some people tend to forget who they are the second they come into big money. Haron was a good worker, and I had half a mind to train him myself, but he left Rostead." Locke sat with his back to Wilbur as he spoke. He stopped wiping the photo of his son abruptly, turning to look at Wilbur. "Do you think it was cruel of me to kill Molton?" "What happened to Molton is more or less a retribution of his own doing, but I understand where you're coming from, Mister Locke. I'm very sorry. I should not have worked with him. I never wanted this to happen." "That's enough." Locke cut Wilbur off. "You can drop the act. We're all businessmen here, and there's no way you don't know about that ancient trade route since you've worked with Haron and Molton. You're here for that treasure, aren't you?" "No, Mister Locke. I think you've misunder
"If the entire world goes down with this, then so be it!" Wilbur knew that Locke had made up his mind to sacrifice himself and clenched his fists. "Mister Locke, I know it is not my place to request this upon you, but you can't just screw all of Rostead over for your own personal gain." "Oh, really? What, are you going to stop me? Do you want to kill me? I've dominated the economy for two whole decades. God knows how many people want me dead! It's a pity they all ended up dead, and you're going to meet the same fate as them, Wilbur Penn!" Having finished his response, Locke suddenly reached out with his right hand. His arm extended a dozen or so meters, grabbing Wilbur and raising him into the air. A powerful, terrifying aura filled the room. Wilbur summoned the thunder cleaver, swinging it out and chopping Locke's arm clean off before landing back on the floor. "You bastard!" Locke glowered at Wilbur. He bent over, and it was seen that his back had split open. A huge hand