Wilbur put his hands behind his back after he was done, standing there silently. Everyone else, however, looked at him like he was a deity who had descended upon them. At the same time, the barrier from the Sea of Blood had disappeared and the crowd was no longer trapped. Many people collapsed at that, some of them having lost too much blood and some dying altogether. Only the Aura level cultivators with a certain amount of skills were still standing. Yet regardless of if they were lying down or standing, everyone paid their respect in unison toward Wilbur. This man had saved all of their lives, and they were expressing their gratitude for that. Wilbur looked at the crowd around him, letting out a sigh. Jeremy's newfound power did make him incredibly strong. Wilbur even had to use the dragon on his back to beat him. Thankfully, Jeremy was taken down before he could usurp the hundreds of lives here. Had Wilbur not acted in time, Jeremy would have gotten unthinkably powerfu
Wilbur faced the crowd as he spoke, "Battling against each other will only result in injury and death. Cultivation is hard enough as it is, and we'll all be much better off this way." Wilbur had seen too many people die since he was just the leader of the Abyss Mercenaries and had a good amount of blood on his hands. That was exactly why he did not wish to fight and kill anymore upon returning to Seechertown. He had wanted to say those words to Jeremy from the start, but Jeremy was in too deep to be saved. Wilbur looked at the dead bodies in the crowd and let out a sigh. Some of those people were from the Owens clan, and Jeremy had done all of this without even thinking of them. The Skull Cult was undoubtedly responsible. Something had to be done about this Skull Cult soon. At the thought, Wilbur said to Matt and Gerard, "Take care of everyone here. I'll be on my way now. I have other matters to take care of." Wilbur left after that, and everyone sent him off dutifully.
Wilbur then hurled the blood clot into the Dragon's Altar. A surge of aura arose, and the blood clot turned into grace points at once. Wilbur smiled at the sight of the three hundred new grace points in the golden hourglass. He traded this for a Marrow Cleansing Pill and a Strongwill Pill. There were not many grace points left after that. Wilbur sighed. There were so many treasures, but grace points were so hard to come by. Every time he had any to add he felt like what he got in return was always so little. He let out a self-deprecating laugh at this. If the contributions to the altar were so easy to come by and the grace points could be exchanged that easily, Wilbur would be ruling the world in no time. Good things never come easy. Exiting the demiplane, Wilbur collected his thoughts and went to bed. He had something big to do the next day. The next morning, Wilbur got ready and came out of his room to see Charles waiting for him. "Is something the matter?" Wilbur as
The two women giggled along as though they had just heard a hilarious joke. Wilbur let out a huff of exasperation. "Uh huh. Which gang leader is this?" The short-haired man said arrogantly, "Listen up! Harry Minetra of Flushing Corp, a company worth billions! Mister Minetra's a well-respected man in Seechertown." Wilbur paused. He had never heard of this guy before. Just then, Faron, Faye, and Elsa were making their way over as they chatted among themselves. The three of them saw Wilbur and crowded over at once. Faron asked curiously, "What's happening here?" Charles hurried to explain. "These people broke into Sealake Island and are refusing to leave." "Oh." Faron shrugged his shoulders. Elsa and Faye shook their heads as well. Just then, Wilbur said, "This guy says he's from Flushing Corp, some bigshot company. Have any of you heard of it?" Elsa shook her head. "Nope, I haven't. I'm rushing off to work. Bye now." She turned to leave right after. Faron shook
Wilbur was at a loss for words. What the hell was going on here? The figure stopped in front of Wilbur, her chest heaving as she gasped, "Help me! Someone's trying to kill me, I can't run anymore." Wilbur took a closer look at the figure. Wait, wasn't this the assassin who had tried to kill him by the lake here before? "How dare you still show your face here?" Wilbur was enraged. What did she take him for? The assassin sighed. "Dude, I had no choice. The assassination failed, and I even had to kill my client. I've been hunted down by my old team for a month now. I can't run anymore. Save me, and I'm all yours." "What the f*ck are you talking about? Do I look like I would do something like that?" Wilbur was nothing but infuriated. This woman was really saying anything that came into her head. However, Wilbur could tell that she was indeed tired and weak. She had been full of energy and spirit when she had tried to kill him the last time, highly skilled and agile. At th
Wilbur looked over. "What are you doing? There are outsiders here. Don't scare them." Harry and his friends were regular people, and Wilbur did not want them to know what this place was really hiding. Meanwhile, Harry laughed even harder. He walked up to Ryder, eyeing him challengingly as he stood right in front of the super cannon. "Oh my goodness! We've got a whole cannon too? This sure is some high-budget production! Come on, fire us a shot! Let's see if it's real!" His friends laughed along as well, as if they were watching a clown show. Wilbur frowned in annoyance. Ryder paid no mind to Harry's jeers, putting away the super cannon as ordered. Harry laughed again. "What's the problem? Are you scared you'll be exposed?" Wilbur shook his head. Ryder's expression darkened even more. Just then, Wolf of Venom chuckled as he shook his head. "That's a pretty cool cannon, but it won't work on me. It'll be enough to take care of this idiot, though. You guys don't look like yo
Wilbur stared at a now-relieved Gertridge. "You don't think I killed Wolf of Venom because of you, right?" "I know. He was just too cocky," Gertridge said with a smile. "What do you mean by that?" "That guy has always been arrogant as hell just because he thinks he's an amazing cultivator and doesn't respect anyone but our leader. It's a given you were going to take him down for acting like that on your grounds," Gertridge said. Wilbur smiled. "How are you so sure I was going to kill him?" "I wasn't. But as I said, I didn't have anywhere else to run. I just let fate decide," Gertridge said, shrugging her shoulders. Wilbur scoffed. "Leave this place right now, and never let me see you again. Got it?" He then looked around him. Harry was still collapsed on the ground, lying in a pool of his own filth. His friends were shivering in a heap, their faces pale and devoid of any of the cockiness from earlier. They were stricken with disbelief. None of them knew where that p
The woman was nothing but friendly, chatting merrily from the back. "My name's Eileen Fall. What should I call you two?" "I'm Wilbur. This is Ryder," Wilbur responded. Eileen smiled. "It's nice to meet you." "What brings you here alone?" Wilbur asked. Eileen sighed. "Don't start. I've been so bored." "Why did you walk instead of driving up? Are you from out of town?" "I can't drive." Wilbur raised his brows. Were there actually people who could not drive in this day and age? Eileen smiled. "I really can't drive. My hands and legs stop listening to me the second I get in the driver's seat." "Ah, I see. That's fine," Wilbur replied with a chuckle. The two of them continued making small talk as the car drove on. Around noon, the driving road stopped near the peak and Wilbur turned off the car's engine. "There's no driving from here. We can only walk now." Eileen got out of the car. "Thank you so much! I hope to see you again." Wilbur waved back. "Goodbye." Eileen