"You!" The middle-aged man glowered at Wilbur, who sneered. "What's wrong? You don't think I can finish you off?" Wilbur's aura was far too powerful, and the man trembled from head to toe as he scrambled to look away. Wilbur wasted no time, continuing to make his way forward. "It's impressive that you defeated Jones, but that doesn't mean anything. Jones was just a mere guard to begin with." Just then, a man in a Dashan jacket appeared to block Wilbur's path. Wilbur frowned at him, asking, "Are you from Dasha, too?" "Indeed, I am. I don't care what grievances you have with Fawkes, but I'd get out of here now if I were you. Don't blame me for what happens to you if you don't listen to me." Wilbur smirked. "Well, I'd advise you to get out of my way now, or you're going to pay as well." "What big words. You're clearly underestimating me, the great Kiro." "Cut the crap. Let's fight!" Wilbur summoned the thunder cleaver and charged up to Kiro before swinging the cleaver at
They all spat a mouthful of blood. Tyga was an old man, he dropped to the ground and gripped his chest, saying, "Wow! That's amazing. I've lived this long, but I've never seen such an amazing spell. You're truly impressive, young man." Woody also said at that moment, "That's right. If it weren't for the circumstances, I'd befriend you for sure. Go ahead and take my life!" "Hahaha!" Sparrow laughed out loud and said, "Even if I die today, it's worth it!" Kiro said, "That's right. Come on!" Wilbur looked at the four of them and felt oddly warm inside. Their heroic bravery could only be seen from the Dasha people. Wilbur was in another nation at the moment, so he could not believe that he would meet four pre-Emperor level cultivators at a place like that. His passion was instantly ignited. "You guys are powerful, and I won't kill you because we're all from Dasha, but if any of you dares to stop me again, I will go for the kill." Then, he turned away and kept walking toward the
Wilbur picked up his thunder cleaver and attacked the old man. The old man wielded the black wand in his hand and recited a spell. A black vortex instantly appeared in the air, generating a powerful suction force that pulled Wilbur in. After that, the vortex simply vanished. The old man stood still and shut his eyes. "Mister Svenberg?" The butler tried calling out to him, but the old man stood there with no reaction. Fawkes put his hand on Bart's shoulder and said, "Shush. Mister Svenberg said nobody can touch and call him when he enters the Spirit Domain. Otherwise, no one can stop Wilbur." "Yes, sir." Fawkes sighed and complained, "I'm so unlucky. I should've known that Wilbur Penn is astounding. I shouldn't have messed with him. I can't believe Mister Svenberg is involved now. It looks like I'll be an embarrassment in Moda from now on." Fawkes loved money the most in the past when he started as an entrepreneur. Now that he was rich and made it big, he placed his dignity
"Die!" Svenberg suddenly raised the wand in his hand and aimed it at Wilbur. The wand instantly shot out a ray of light. Wilbur held the thunder cleaver across his chest to intercept the ray, which shattered the cleaver into pieces in an instant. Wilbur had no choice but to take on the attack with his hands. The moment that the ray of light hit the Light Gloves, it was immediately absorbed and emitted a bright glow. Sven clenched his jaw and said angrily, "Damn you! I can't believe you absorbed my energy. Bring it on! Let's see how much you can take before you explode!" The ray of light shot from his wand grew stronger in the following minute as Wilbur stood there absorbing the energy. Svenberg had been working for Fawkes for over two decades. He had played the role of a judge and killed countless cultivators before he absorbed their powers. Svenberg was a peak Emperor level cultivator, but his mentality was weak because of his greed, which led to his inability to reach gre
Soon, the ball of black mist reformed into Svenberg's figure. The voice that came out from his throat was hoarse and terrifying, "The Light Gloves finally appeared. It looks like you're the chosen one. I'm going to kill you and take the Light Gloves for myself!" "Why you…" Wilbur looked at Svenberg in shock. He had been curious as to why Svenberg was able to store so much energy. He finally realized that Svenberg had sacrificed himself to an evil god. "Shut up and die!" Svenberg yelled angrily. He quickly descended from above and grabbed Wilbur by the neck at high speed. Wilbur wanted to retaliate, but he suddenly felt restrained. He could not move at all, so Svenberg lifted him up without any problem. Wilbur suddenly found himself to be suffocating. All of a sudden, the power of light within him erupted and he emitted a bright, white light from his body. Amidst that glow, Wilbur felt a warmth inside him, and the feeling of restraint he felt earlier was gone, so he instinctive
Soon, the blade energy clashed with Wilbur's defense formation, and it created a loud explosion. Boom! The storm around him instantly grew stronger, eating away at Wilbur's defense formation hungrily. However, Wilbur did not panic. He continued to gather his dragon aura. The powerful dragon aura gradually weakened the storm. Svenberg's eyes became jet-black when he saw that and flew toward him with the black sword in hand. The black sword hit the storm, allowing Svenberg to infuse all his energy into the storm. The dwindling storm grew stronger once again. Wilbur noticed that and quickly activated his Iris Veritas. He looked up, and as he expected, there was a black pillar of energy that connected Svenberg and the sky. An endless supply of black energy was being sent to Svenberg from another dimension. Wilbur had the experience of killing the puppet of Bloodism, so the power of light in him instantly erupted. A defensive shield quickly spread out with him as the center, and i
Fawkes looked at the black energy in the air and said with a panicked voice, "Now's the chance, Mister Svenberg! Revive quickly!" Fawkes knew that Svenberg sacrificed his soul and body to the God of Destruction. Fawkes also wanted to sacrifice his soul and body to the God of Destruction back then, but it was a shame that he was not a cultivator, so he could not do so. However, Fawkes witnessed Svenberg's incredible transformation and how powerful Svenberg became firsthand. Svenberg was more than eighty years old, but after he sacrificed himself to the evil god, he was able to change his appearance. Fawkes found it quite unbelievable that Svenberg could change his looks into a young man in his twenties. Reverse aging was the dream of countless people, and Svenberg did just that. Therefore, Svenberg was almost a god to Fawkes. He believed that Svenberg would never die with the God of Destruction's protection. Therefore, Fawkes looked forward to the black energy reform again and S
"It's you, Johnson?" "That's right. It's me." Just when Fawkes and Johnson looked at each other, Bart abruptly turned around. He saw the gun that was pointing at him. "Mister Fawkes!" Bart's nerves caught up to him right then. He thought if he did his best, Fawkes would spare his life even if he could not kill Wilbur. He also thought he would get something rewarding in return. However, he saw what was happening and was immediately infuriated. He knew what Fawkes was up to. No matter how much he did for Fawkes, he was nothing but a chess piece to him. Fawkes was only using him when he needed him. However, he would kill Bart when he no longer needed him. Since Fawkes was such a ruthless person, Bart wondered what was the point of working for him. Bart threw the sword in his hand and turned to walk away. Bang! Bang! Bang! Fawkes shot Bart in the back three times, killing him on the spot. "Bad timing, Johnson. You almost ruined my reputation." "Ha!" The robot extend