Bruce turned purple in the face as he stared at the pill, unable to get a word out. Even a layman would be able to tell the difference between the two Spiritual Pills. There was nothing Bruce could say, be it in defense or in denial. The other businessmen and cultivators stared at Wilbur dumbly, unable to believe that this alchemist was so young. He was young, and he had made such a perfect Spiritual Pill… no, ten Spiritual Pills in one go! This man was practically a genius. Eliam's master could hardly compare to Wilbur, let alone Eliam himself. Eliam, Jon, Amon, and the rest turned to look at Bruce amidst their shock, waiting for him to say something. It was clear that Wilbur had proven himself, and he had not been exaggerating about his skills in the slightest. Now that the Spiritual Pills were completed, it was time to judge if the Fleeceflower was actually real or not. Of course, these men knew that the Fleeceflower would not be able to pass the inspection for sure. I
Wilbur merely smirked in the face of the attack, retaliating with a swift blow of his own at the very last second. A razor-sharp spiritual blade shot out, knocking Eliam's blow away and striking his body. Eliam was sent flying like a rag doll, collapsing on the ground. He was bleeding all over and could not even get up. Everyone could hardly believe their eyes. Eliam was at least a mid Ambience level cultivator, yet he was taken down just like that. They stared at Wilbur with their jaws agape. Bruce could no longer hold himself back. He slammed a fist on the table, pushing himself to his feet and making his way over to Wilbur as he launched an attack. "How dare you fight back, you shameless bastard! You're going down today." Bruce was waiting for Wilbur to take Eliam down, or he would not have a reason to attack him. What he was shocked at, however, was how quickly Eliam had lost. The tension escalated infinitely as soon as Bruce launched his first attack. Spiritual e
Bruce's defeat had lost them their last line of support. There was no stopping Wilbur now if they refused to admit what they had done. But admitting to the scheme would be digging their own grave too. Even the businessmen and cultivators in this room would tear them down, let alone Leonard and Wilbur. The target of the scheme was Leonard, but they had also fooled everyone else here in the meantime. Things were not going to end well for them now that Bruce was down. Just then, the rest of the businessmen and cultivators were returning to their senses bit by bit. If Bruce had the nerve to scam Leonard, would that not make them far easier victims? These people in power hardly cared about them, hatching up a scheme this elaborate to fool everyone. The crowd began to murmur among themselves. These murmurs grew louder and louder, turning into shouts and complaints. Amon, Reed, and Brody turned pale as ghosts, unsure of what to do. Jon let out a sigh, getting to his feet. "Lad
A deafening sound rang through the air. Wilbur collided with Bruce's arms, both of them crashing through the walls and falling over ten stories down. Wilbur landed on both feet, leaving a deep well in the ground. Bruce was far more terrifying, his landing leaving a crater in the ground over a few meters wide. He continued to laugh, staring at Wilbur with bloodshot eyes. "How dare you ruin my plan, you imbecile. I'm going to kill you." "Oh, there's no rush for that. Could you tell me where you got that from first?" Wilbur was practically drooling as he stared at the Crystal Bone lodged in Bruce's chest. That was a Crystal Bone for sure, just like the one Sterling Jenkins, the chairman of Pentagon Group had gifted him in defeat. It was the perfect offering. Wilbur was desperate to get his hands on it. What he did not understand, however, was how someone like Bruce had gotten his hands on something so terrifying. Could it be pure coincidence or fate? Wilbur wanted noth
As Bruce and Wilbur's battle went on, Bruce started to realize that he could not land any solid blows on Wilbur. It was impossible! He had activated the Crystal Bone, which meant that he was definitely as powerful as a mid Sanctuary level cultivator. So why was he still unable to take this guy down? Bruce was furious, losing all reasoning as he exploded with rage. After all, the power held in the Crystal Bone was more than he could handle. The Crystal Bone at his chest shone with a blinding glow, and Bruce let out a howl of pain. His body began to grow again at the same time, muscles bulging as he now stood at a new height of roughly eight meters. There were several bony crystal outgrowths poking out of various parts of his body as his spear-like arms grew several longer. An overwhelming wave of spiritual pressure enveloped the air within a hundred-meter radius as Bruce's bulging eyes turned completely red. He had turned into a feral beast for good. His new power was robbin
The power of the runic pillar shocked all the onlookers. Their hearts seemed to stop beating at the sight of it, their expressions twisted in pain. The attack was too sudden and too intense, and everyone was certain that it would be impossible to avoid. A blow that could not be avoided and had the power to destroy everything. That was truly terrifying. The crowd's agonized expressions turned hopeless at once. Bruce was far too powerful in this new form. Even Wilbur's heavy blow had not been enough to kill him. He was clearly unstoppable. Only Amon, Reed, and Brody seemed to perk up with glee. Even if Bruce would not recover from losing his mind, the only way out for the three of them was if Wilbur died. Wilbur himself was shocked too. Bruce's attack had caught him off-guard, as Wilbur did not expect his blade energy to be deflected. The pillar of runes was clearly a condensation of the Crystal Bone's energy. Wilbur would not be able to avoid the blow, nor could he face it
Even a blow like that had not taken Wilbur down. The three of them were doomed. Leonard widened his eyes, his mind going blank. He could hardly believe that the young man he met by chance in Seechertown turned out to be so powerful and terrifying. To think that Leonard had even looked down on this man, thinking he was young and foolish. On top of that, Wilbur had pretty much only gotten into this battle because of Leonard. He could not help but flinch in regret and guilt at the thought. Catelyn's eyes were practically shining as she watched Wilbur, on the verge of tears. The next second, however, a thought came to Leonard, and the colors drained from his face. That weapon Wilbur was holding belonged to the Divine General Trevor Penn. If that was the case, why did he look… different? Leonard and the two ladies next to him did not know what to think. They had witnessed the battle between Trevor Penn and Sullivan Cromwell, and Trevor's thunder cleaver had been impossible
A deep, complex message appeared in Wilbur's consciousness. He tried to decipher it but was struck with a splitting headache moments later, leaving him no choice but to stop. The piercing pain in his soul caused him to finally return to his senses from the alternate realm he had been in. Wilbur let out a sigh, smiling as he tossed the Crystal Bone into his demiplane. He had reached the third stage of the Dragon's Chant, greatly improving his spiritual energy and power. Wilbur turned around, stunned at the sight of the crowd standing behind him respectfully. He frowned and asked, "Well, you saw everything that happened. Does anyone have anything to say about it?" The crowd lowered their heads at once. As if they would have anything to say in Wilbur's presence. Leonard was the only one who took a step forward, his expression full of regret and guilt. "I'm s-sorry, sir." Wilbur chuckled. "You haven't got anything to be sorry for. In fact, I should be the one thanking you