An ancient aura spilled out, filling the demiplane completely. The Crystal Bone was converted to grace points in a split second. Wilbur stared at his newly gained 1,200 grace points. His grin was so wide it almost hurt his face. Sure enough, the Crystal Bone was a contribution of an entirely different level. The screen lit up, displaying a myriad of options. The very first one glittered brightly, practically beckoning at Wilbur. He took a look and was intrigued at once. "Dragonflame, the ancient dragon clan's power to breathe fire. The Dragonflame can destroy anything and everything in its path and increases in power as the cultivator's own skills improve with no limit." Wilbur was drawn to it at once, unable to look away. Powers with no limits were usually the most powerful ones, and this was a special one from the ancient dragon clan. The ancient dragon clan was said to be an immensely powerful tribe during ancient times. Each of their powers was phenomenal withou
Based on the flame serpent's fire resistance, it should recover rapidly even if it suffered any minor burns. It was obvious that Wilbur had overestimated its abilities. The Dragonflame did not seem to be burning out on the flame serpent's body, and it was quickly in a dangerous condition. Wilbur was shocked. He inhaled deeply, sucking the Dragonflame back in and helping the flame serpent narrowly escape a horrifying fate. Wilbur had not expected the Dragonflame to be so powerful. He almost killed the flame serpent. Various burn wounds appeared on the flame serpent's body, and it bared its fangs at Wilbur in indignance and agony. Wilbur chuckled awkwardly. "Sorry about that. I, uhm… I didn't mean it." The flame serpent let out a wail, showing its displeasure. Wilbur hurriedly left his demiplane in a state of regret. This Dragonflame sure was powerful enough to be a fatal move, and his combat prowess had increased once again. "Not bad, you old geezer," Wilbur mumbled t
Eileen laughed. "The Kiwanis Club isn't to be underestimated. I've got my sources, too. You should really get ready for this. He's going to be a real doozy." She turned to leave after that, heading to her room. Wilbur fell silent for a moment before calling Matt. The call connected, and Matt said at once, "Master! I heard someone wants to challenge you at the Drunken Inn. He even said that it was going to be a fight to the death." "A fight to the death?" Wilbur frowned. What enmity could this guy possibly have with him to want a fight to the death? It was important to note that every Sanctuary level cultivator was considered a brilliant fighter. The nation had eyes on all of them, and they themselves had put in a lot of hard work to get to where they were. A Sanctuary level cultivator would never announce such a thing involving another Sanctuary level cultivator unless there was some irreconcilable hatred between them. But judging from what Eileen said, if this man came f
Nancy thought about it for a long time. She had nowhere to go the next day anyway, and the Drunken Inn was a decent choice. After that, she still let out a wry smile. It was all just an excuse because she wanted to see Wilbur. … The next day at noon, Wilbur finished his meditation before he got into his car, driving to the Drunken Inn. The parking lot outside of the Drunken Inn was already full of cars, and it was hard to find a parking spot. After finally managing to find one, he immediately took it. Before he even finished parking, a Maserati rushed over, and a man got out of the car shouting, "That spot is mine." Wilber glanced at the man. It was not a familiar face, and the car had a foreign number plate too. So, Wilbur said, "Sir, I parked here first, I'm sorry." Two women got out of the car as well. They were both in their twenties, with model-like figures and stunning looks. They stood next to the man and looked at Wilbur unhappily. The man was in his thirties an
The man glanced at Wilbur in disdain, "What's so hard about bringing you in? Do you think I, Leonard Thatcher, am that lowly in Jiara Province?" "Then I'd have to trouble you for a bit. What do you think? I'll definitely give you a gift as thanks." Leonard laughed when he heard that, looking at the girls next to him and saying proudly, "Who cares about your gift? Fine then, just give me this parking spot. As long as you're good later, I won't just bring you to the auction, I'll bring you into the Drunken Inn to expand your horizons too. What do you think?" "Thank you, then. I'll give you the spot right now." Wilbur did not hesitate to move his car away, parking somewhere further off before hurrying back. At that moment, Leonard had already parked his car. The two girls wrapped their arms around each of Leonard's arms. Leonard smiled at Wilbur, "I guess you're lucky. Not everyone can enter the Drunken Inn today. Do you see this?" As he said that, the man flashed a small ba
"It must've been hard," Nancy said calmly. The man said in a hurry, "It wasn't at all. Since you like this place, we needed to come no matter what." It seemed that man really adored Nancy. It was hard to fault him for it. Nancy was quite pretty, to begin with, and she had a very quiet, ladylike aura, which was very attractive to men. Ordinary people found it hard to resist her charm. At that moment, Wilbur followed Leonard and arrived not far from the Octacharm. Wilbur looked over, and the Lilith, Torrent, and Owens clans all had their heads there alongside some of the clan members. They were all maintaining order at the venue. At the top of the Octacharm were Eileen, Chester, and Zeke, the three Sanctuary level cultivators, who were quietly observing the lawn two hundred meters away. There was a solitary table in the middle of a lawn, where an old man with messy hair and a beard was drinking and eating away. There were dozens of empty wine bottles around him. The volume
Everyone's excited cheers rendered Wilbur speechless. He wondered when he got the title of Divine General. He was first the God of Thunder, and a Divine General after that. They really were creative. In truth, he did not know that he was already someone who was practically a god in the cultivation circle of Kardon Province. Everyone respected and talked about him so much that he was practically a legend. When Sullivan saw Wilbur, he frowned and gave Wilbur a once over before he said, "I guess there are prodigies in every generation." "You're too kind." Wilbur stood ten meters away from the old man, saying calmly, "Sir, I really want to know why you wanted to challenge me. You even insisted on it being a battle to the death?" Sullivan laughed and said, "You don't have to care about that. Just come at me with everything you have. I hope you don't disappoint me." "I'll do my best, but I'm sure it wasn't easy for you to reach this level. Why would you come seeking death?" Wilbu
As the horrifying spiritual energy constantly surged forth, the four spiritual energy pillars all shot out gray rays that fell on Wilbur. Suddenly, Wilbur was bombarded with slowing, weakening, numbing, and encumbering spells. Even though they were just low-level spells, being hit by four at once was still quite hard to handle. Cultivators would not be able to act normally when they suffer from weakening spells, making them feel stiff and much heavier, let alone fight. The Wall of Death was really strong. It was practically something that could not be beaten. In a battle between cultivators, victory or defeat was usually determined in mere moments. Being affected by those negative statuses was enough to kill someone several times over in a battle between Sanctuary level cultivators. If a cultivator below the Sanctuary level got hit by four of those spells, they would have lost all ability to even fight and would be forced to wait for their death. The spectators from Kard