After giving Xandria his phone number, Wilbur waved her goodbye and left with Elsa. For some reason, Xandria let out a long sigh of relief, feeling a lot more at ease. Just then, Kingston got back up on his feet and approached Xandria. He asked with a flattering tone, "Xandria, it was all just a misunderstanding. Why would I fire you for no reason, right? Why don't you ask your friend out for dinner? It'll be on me. I'll even get both of you some gifts. What do you say?" "I'm sorry, but I'm not that close with him." Xandria smiled and left with her luggage in tow. Meanwhile, Kingston was completely stupefied. The more he thought about the things that he might face, the more nervous he got, and his legs started trembling uncontrollably. Meanwhile, Wilbur got into Elsa's car and the two made their way to Sealake Island. Elsa asked, "Bro, you have a beauty like Miss Yves right at home, yet you're flirting around with other women out there all the time. What are you thinking?"
Andre smiled and said, "I'm here on the orders from the Blood God to send you a gift." With that, Andre passed the suitcase in his hand to Wilbur. Wilbur looked at it and noticed that the suitcase was made from some sort of unknown material. The surface was covered with carvings of runes that looked like a seal of some sort. "What is this?" he asked. Andre smiled and replied, "I don't know. I'm merely delivering the item as instructed." Wilbur reached out slowly to receive the chest and used his spirit energy to probe it. The runes on the suitcase glowed brightly, and he could feel a strong power emanating from within. "That's all. Goodbye, Mister Penn." Andre gave him a friendly smile and turned to leave. At that moment, Constantine leaped into the air and landed right in front of Andre. He shouted, "Heretic! You're not leaving that easily after running into me!" Andre shrugged and said, "I'm not here to fight you guys." "Neither am I. However, you need to be judge
Just as Andre lifted the thin sword, it burned with a red spiritual flame. When he swung the sword down, a tremendous spiritual energy immediately surged from Andre's body. The sword lit up with densely packed blood-red runes and emanated a terrible power. The raging holy flames were cut in half by the sword and brushed past Andre's body from both sides, blasting two craters that were several meters wide on the ground in the distance. "Can you please stop?" Andre asked in a helpless tone. Constantine snorted coldly, "Not until you heretics accept the judgment of the Lord of the Holy Illuminati." "Sheesh!" Andre seemed exasperated. Without any warning, Constantine fired several blasts of holy flames again, but they were all cut apart by Andre's sword. Both seemed evenly matched. However, the surrounding trees suffered. The clashing of the two powerful forces left craters on the ground, causing the large trees around them to fall. The air was howling with rampant spirit
At that moment, Charles finally clambered to his feet fearfully. That feeling from earlier was way too much for him. He could not help but feel the urge to worship Constantine. Even now, he has yet to fully regain his senses. … On the living room floor of the Seecher Hotel's suite, a puddle of blood appeared and quickly coalesced into Andre's form. He shook his head and said, "The nerve of that guy. It's just a matter of differing faith. Why does he always want to resort to violence? It feels like he's even more bloodthirsty than I am. I wonder who's the actual heretic here." He let out a sigh, then poured himself a glass of liquor and took a sip while sitting on the sofa. He seemed to be enjoying himself. "I don't get to come out like this often. I need to have some fun and enjoy myself," Andre muttered to himself. Meanwhile, Wilbur had the suitcase with him. The first thing he did after returning to his room was to enter his demiplane. After kicking the flame serpent th
"Spiritual Furnace" "Capable of accommodating spiritual energy of any element without limit." He was utterly shocked when he saw the Spiritual Furnace ability. Based on a cultivator's physique and the techniques they cultivate, they would sometimes develop their own unique spiritual power. Take Wilbur's thunder power for example. It was a thunder type spiritual energy. Ever since he awakened the Dragonsoul, he naturally possessed this type of spiritual power. Regardless of the elements, be it thunder, wind, fire, water, earth, or something else, they were all still spiritual energy. Although Western mages, spell cultivators, and martial cultivators had different names for it, they were all essentially spiritual energy. There was another type of energy, which was derived from the power of one's body. Wilbur's Dragon Power was one such example of this type of energy. Normally, a cultivator would most likely use one type of spiritual energy, because the different types of
He knew that was the power of the Blood Embryo, but Wilbur reckoned he could still control that little bit of power without being affected. Once he learned more about the power of the Blood Embryo, he would have a better understanding of the Church of Bloodism. Although the relationship between him and the Church of Bloodism was quite uncertain at the moment, he would not think of them as friends just because they gave him a Blood Embryo. After retracting spirit energy from his body, Wilbur was in a rather good mood, so he spent some time playing with the flame serpent for some time before leaving the demiplane. Just as he was about to meditate, Eileen knocked and entered his room. "Is something the matter?" Wilbur asked with a smile. She returned a smile and said, "I'm going out for a trip. I don't know how many days it will take. I'll leave Miss Yves back in your care." "Alright. Thank you very much," Wilbur replied. Eileen nodded, then turned to leave. Before leaving
Ever since the incident at Royal Karaoke, she has lost contact with Conrad Willis. That pissed her off to no end. She felt that Wilbur was the one responsible for her problem. If he had not offended Conrad, there was no way Conrad would have ignored her. Hence, whenever she thought of Wilbur, she would feel the rage well up inside her. She wanted to give him a good slap. How could she not be angry after seeing her ticket to a good life being messed up by Wilbur? Apart from her moping over the past few days, she got to know another young man named Thomas Saller at a bar. Thomas had his own company, and it was worth several million dollars. He was quite well off. Although Whitney felt that Thomas' wealth was too little for her to be bothered, she learned of this banquet from him, and that all the participants were loaded. That was why she made Thomas do everything he could to get an invitation to the banquet. She wanted to try her luck. Thus, she put on heavy makeup and even
While Whitney was secretly speculating, she suddenly noticed a familiar figure sneaking inside. That person sat down by the buffet table at the side and filled his plate with food before wolfing down the contents on his plate in a corner. Whitney was stunned for a moment. She thought her eyes were playing tricks on her. After some time, she was finally sure that it was Wilbur. That guy actually dared to sneak in here for food! Was he really that hungry? Furthermore, just what the hell was he wearing? He was wearing a jersey of a brand that could be bought off bargain street stalls. It made him stand out like a sore thumb in a place like this. Those who attended the banquet were all dressed to the nines and their clothes were from name brands or tailor-made. Who would attend this kind of event dressed up like that? That guy must have gotten himself in by making up tall tales to enjoy free food. Was he trying to con some rich folks? Whitney was disgusted by that thought. Ho