Hadirt had given Edmund three days, but two days had passed, and nothing had come up. A murderous aura lingered in the air in Buck Town. In fact, half of the town's insulation system had been suspended, effectively cutting off the heating for the western part of town. The streets were frozen over, and the cultivators were all bundled up. Nobody looked each other in the eye, as if they were trying to hide from something. "This f*cking weather!" "There's going to be a massacre in Buck Town if we don't find Dalton soon. All the cultivators will be dead." "F*ck, why don't we just go into the square and take the portal out of here, then? We can live in another town and come back once things are back to normal here, instead of spending our days in fear." "What do you think, brothers?" The small group of men looked at each other. They had been a group that relied on hunting and helping some cultivators with their personal vengeance to make their money. Their leader had improved
Who wouldn't kill for something like that? Locke had not thought much of Wilbur at first, but the dimensional treasure made him think that he had to get to know Wilbur somehow. After all, Locke's cultivation would rapidly grow once he managed to enter the dimensional treasure. If Wilbur had five thousand years of cultivation, he would have at least had to cultivate for a thousand years despite being a dragon clan cultivator. That was enough to prove that his dimensional treasure had a speed of time that was at least a hundred times faster. Ten years in the dimensional treasure would amount to a thousand years of cultivation. Once he had cultivated for a hundred years, he would have ten thousand years of cultivation. Locke believed that he would be able to take on any City Lord once he had ten thousand years of cultivation, taking over to become a City Lord himself. To achieve that, Locke would have to find Wilbur first. Yet when he came to Buck Town, he heard about the battle
Among those eight survivors, some stayed in the upper dimensions, while the others headed to the middle and lower dimensions. However, the universe was a vast expanse with endless dimensions. Each dimension was a world of its own, and new cultivators were born in those worlds every day. Thus, it would be practically impossible to find those eight cultivators. However, dimensional guardians were said to be able to go wherever they wanted with just a thought. That made killing the eight survivors much easier, yet that somehow never happened. Locke felt like Wilbur had most likely gotten his hands on the dimension treasures belonging to one of the eight survivors, which meant that the original owner had likely passed on. Locke emptied the contents of his glass in one go, overwhelmed with emotion. Wilbur had somehow been lucky enough to inherit one of the eight survivors' dimension treasures. Locke had worked hard too, living humbly in Buck Town for two thousand years until he fina
George crawled to his feet. "Wilbur does deserve to die, but are you really going to massacre a whole town? You know the other City Lords will learn about this for sure." "You still don't get where I'm coming from, George. Do you know how my brother managed to give the Dragon Slayer Organization its esteemed name and status?" George lowered his head, his voice trembling. "It's because Dalton was your brother, Lord Hadirt." Hadirt smirked. "So, you're not completely stupid. Do you think Dalton would have been able to make a name for the Dragon Slayer Organization without me, hm? Dalton is dead, and I would be made fun of if I let this slide or took care of it privately. What would become of my reputation and my pride if that happened?" George was at a loss for words. He knew that Hadirt was an obstinate man, and there was no changing his mind once he had made it up. George had thought that having once been Hadirt's slave before, he would be able to talk Hadirt out of this, but t
"Yes, sir. Can I know what my mission is?" "Let me congratulate you first, Bryce. I'm not sending you to Buck Town on a mission, but you're going to be the new City Lord of Buck Town. Yes, you're going to participate in the Ruler's Alliance meetings with me in no time." "What?" Bryce fell to the ground on his knees. "Sir, I've never had any intentions of surpassing you as City Lord. Please give me a chance to prove myself, Lord George…" Bryce prostrated himself repeatedly, and George walked up to him to stop him before pulling him to his feet. "You're the man I trust the most, Bryce. You're going to be the City Lord of Buck Town because of a change in the system. Don't be so worried." "Let me ask you this: how are you going to thank me once you really become the City Lord of Buck Town?" "I…" Bryce gritted his teeth. "I would be loyal to you, Lord George, and no one else. I'll do everything and anything you want me to do without a single complaint." "Good. Now remember t
Hadirt flew several meters backward, landing on the ground firmly. At the same time, Wilbur and the others had reached them, everyone releasing their own energy auras and attacking. Wilbur summoned the Magic Dragon Blade, bringing it down heavily against Hadirt. Hadirt was leaning backward then, muttering a spell as black miasma spread out of his palms. Following that, a black shield formed just in time to absorb everyone's attacks. Wilbur had thought that he would be able to slice through the defense shield on his own, only for it to promptly swallow his sword aura along with the other attacks. Hadirt jolted hard, and a wave of energy spread out. Everyone was sent flying as Hadirt looked around before charging straight at Wilbur. Wilbur's aura made it clear that he was the strongest out of the group and killing him was the fastest way to turn the tables around. Upon seeing this, Edmund appeared behind Wilbur to grab Hadirt by the wrist. "You're going up against me, Lord Hadi
Hadirt gritted his teeth. The energy aura on his body surged out and turned into a black defensive shield. Following that, he channeled all the energy in his body into the defensive shield as it spread out to cover a four-hundred-meter radius around him, making every rock on the ground quake in its wake. Edmund closed his eyes at the sight and took a deep breath. It was too late for anything now. He only had one Power Elixir Drop, which he used earlier. Edmund had thought that the battle would be over if he managed to take Hadirt down in ten minutes while not giving Hadirt the chance to take the Power Elixir Drop, making Edmund an instant legend among the nine towns. But now, everything has changed. Hadirt was not going to die, and all of Edmund's plans and hard work would have been for nothing. No one would be able to stop Hadirt, and Buck Town was going to be razed to the ground along with all the cultivators there. As the City Lord of Buck Town, the thought of a complete mas
"I'll take your powers too, Edmund!" Upon saying those words, Hadirt reached out to swipe at Edmund from behind the black defensive barrier. The sword Edmund was holding was firmly stuck to the barrier, and he could not pull it out no matter how hard he tried. It was not long before Hadirt got his fingers around Edmund's neck. "Come on, Edmund! Let us be one! Hahahaha!" Hadirt laughed loudly and started absorbing the energy aura inside Edmund's body. The next second, however, Edmund put his hands together and muttered a spell. A black dragon appeared above his head, letting out a howl of fury as it clawed at Hadirt's defensive barrier. Roar! The defense barrier exploded with the dragon's attack just as Edmund successfully wrangled himself out of Hadirt's grip. He flew several dozens of meters backward, only to stop and come charging toward Hadirt once more. Edmund leaped into the air, melding into the black dragon. It flashed its razor-sharp talons, swiping at Hadirt. "Yo