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
Wilbur frowned and said, "I don't think that's any of your business, right?" He was starting to get angry at Whitney's condescending attitude. However, Whitney chuckled and said, "I'm here to expose you for who you are so that you can't deceive anyone ever again. I'll have you know that I'll tell Shelby everything once I get back. You can forget about winning her heart!" Wilbur was speechless. Since when did he think about asking Shelby out? Whitney sure had some powerful imagination. "I don't wish to say anything. Can you just let me eat my dinner in peace?" Wilbur had no intention of continuing to deal with Whitney. However, Whitney would not let it rest. "Have a look at yourself. How dare someone like you sneak in here? This is an insult to everyone." "Sir, you better leave, or I'll have to call the guards. That'll only make you look bad," Lucas persuaded from the side. Wilbur was both angry and amused at the same time. He looked at Lucas and said, "And what did I do t
Faye and Skyler walked over to Wilbur. The government official hesitated for a moment when he saw that but ended up following along. There was an important project happening today that he oversaw, so he needed to be there personally. He was focused on brokering the project with Faye, and they were just getting into the rhythm of things when he was suddenly cut off. He was quite displeased with it, so he wanted to see who had the gall to cause a ruckus like that. Whitney and her group were laughing at Wilbur's expense as the guards were ready to 'gently' escort him out. Just then, Skyler and Faye arrived at the scene. "What's going on?" Faye asked with a smile. The group saw Faye when they looked around and quickly greeted her. They also told her about how Wilbur snuck in without an invitation. Whitney was starstruck when she saw Faye. She walked up to her and bowed. "Miss Yves, this guy here is a charlatan. He snuck in here and is up to no good. You need to be careful." F