Andrew had already become a giant. Now he raised a hand in the air with even more power, bringing it down onto Wilbur with terrifying force. The half of the Syron God's body on Benedict raised the long sword it was holding, slashing it through the air and making it constrict with black lines. Tay turned to look at Wilbur. The hook in his pupils slowly began to spin as Wilbur's surroundings grew chaotic, even seeming to go back in time. These circumstances would usually be enough to severely twist one's senses, rendering them unable to fight completely. All four of them smiled cruelly at the sight. There was no way anyone would be able to take a combined attack from all of them. No one had ever been able to, and no one would ever be able to. It was time everything came to an end. Yumi was dumbfounded by the sight of Wilbur's unmoving body and lowered her head. She had given up. She knew that he would not be able to hold up against a joint attack from those four a
No spiritual flames appeared on Wilbur's body, and his thunder cleaver had turned into a long, thin sword. However, a series of runes appeared on the sword to form a powerful inscription. It was a complete inscription formed by countless runes, holding an enormous amount of power. It represented the most mysterious of powers, something all cultivators yearned to know about. As the inscription emerged, Wilbur began to emit a terrifying aura. It was as if an otherworldly god had descended, looking down on the mortals on earth in pure domination. Everyone's souls began to quake. They lowered their heads, wanting nothing more than to bury themselves in the ground. None of them dared to look this terrifying force in the eye. Just then, Wilbur cried out, "Domain: Tyrant of No Other." As Wilbur activated his Domain, Tyrant of No Other. His power, aura, spiritual energy, defenses, speed, and other aspects of his skills were multiplied greatly. Wilbur had already been ab
"Tertiary Form: Lost Slayer." Wilbur's sword came slashing down ruthlessly, and a black crack appeared in the air between him and Benedict. Benedict's attack and body were split into two at once. He collapsed before he was even able to cry out in pain. "Quaternary Form: Flame of the Imperial Dragon," Wilbur chanted as he looked at Tay. Tay, drenched in sweat, scrambled to howl, "I surrender! I swear my loyalty to you to the day I die, Master!" The cultivators and ninjas trembled at those words. What kind of terror did this Shadow level cultivator feel for him to say words like that? "I don't need your loyalty," Wilbur sneered, swinging his sword at Tay. A golden flame shot out toward Tay. It crashed through the black cracks in the air, disintegrating everything on its way to Tay. Tay let out another crazed roar, using all of his spiritual energy to light up with spiritual flames that shot into the sky. Outside of his body, the Syron God was now fully formed as wel
All at once, all eyes focused on this cultivator. Everyone could see that he was terrified. Even the hand he had on his sword was trembling, tripping over himself as he made his way forward. Yet, he continued to charge at Wilbur, the terrifying, horrific being of a man. Wilbur narrowed his gaze, staring at the cultivator coldly. All of a sudden, a sword slashed across the cultivator's body, clean across his waist. The cultivator fell to the ground, blood pooling around him. Yumi stared at the Hexon family coldly with a sword in her hands. She had killed that cultivator. It would only take one hit for a Sanctuary level cultivator to kill someone at the Ambience level. The rest of the four great families felt like they were in unbearable agony. What were they going to do now? Fight to the death? With that terrifying man around, any attempts to turn the tables around would only be a one-way ticket to hell. Surrender? The four great families were going to have
Seth and his friends could hardly contain their regret at that moment. Why on earth did they choose to mess with someone so terrifying? They felt as if they were in the presence of the devil himself, trembling with fear as if Wilbur would strike them dead at any moment. Wilbur barked out a laugh at the sight before him. "Remember to pay Gintown a visit, or you'll get it." Wilbur did not really intend to pick a bone with them, but it was still necessary for a little punishment. Maybe this was just his way of having a bit of fun. After saying those words, Wilbur turned around and left with a laugh. The crowd left behind on the mountain exchanged glances with each other, hardly able to contain their terror. … Over at the Imperial Palace, a young Imperial King, dressed in casual clothes, was working on a landscape painting. Just then, an elder came in. He looked to be in his seventies, with two long and thin eyebrows feathering out from a wrinkled face and practically t
The sword made a sharp whisper as it was unsheathed. Yumi and the rest turned to Syd in shock and horror. "What are you doing? Are you out of your mind?" Yumi screamed. Fern and Mist jumped to their feet at once, drawing their swords at Syd as well. "Put down your sword right now! How dare you disrespect Master Penn like this? You're making yourself an enemy of the clan!" Mist roared. Fern said in a deep voice, "Put the sword down, Syd, or I'll kill you before anyone else does." Wilbur looked at Syd quietly, saying nothing. Syd's expression was contorted into one of agony. "I know Master Penn has saved the clan and forged a path of glory for the Gardners that we have never had before." "Then why are you still doing this?" Yumi shouted, enraged. Syd held his sword with both hands, staring straight at Wilbur. "But I cannot let a non-Gardner control the family. I cannot let the man who murdered our previous clan leader, Yaron, and Cyrus, lead our family." Yumi was stunne
There was no way she would be able to get out of seeing him, though. It was highly possible that this man was here under the emperor's orders. The Gardners were still far from able to go against the emperor. Yumi adjusted her dress and turned to look at Wilbur. He merely waved a hand nonchalantly. Yumi slowly made her way out to the entrance. Zenith was wearing long robes with a long sword tied to his waist, smiling as he approached. Yunmi hurried to bow. "Master Teylak! Please, come this way." "Of course." Zenith seemed to be nothing but polite, all smiles as he made his way into the yard like a guest visiting a good friend. Yumi led the way, and both of them walked through the front of the house to get to the living room. Zenith stopped in his tracks. Yumi said, "Please come inside for some tea, Master." "That's alright. I'm actually here to see him," Zenith said with a smile. Yumi's heart sank at those words. Was the royal palace trying to stop her clan f
Wilbur's gaze fell on the scroll. "A gift?" "Yes. This scroll contains the Howl of the Banshee, and its user will be immune to its attack. It's pretty rare," smiled Zenith. Even Wilbur was a little stunned. The Howl of the Banshee was already a high-level skill, and terrifyingly powerful. Even someone of the Sanctuary level, if caught off-guard, might have their soul crushed from its attack. On top of that, the spell scroll was capable of releasing its power in the blink of an eye. That definitely made it good for surprise attacks. Something like this was indeed extremely precious. Next to Wilbur, Yumi was completely shocked as well. The scroll was a weapon powerful enough to kill someone of the Sanctuary level. Why did the emperor gift it to Wilbur? Wilbur reached out for the spell scroll, taking it from Zenith. A powerful wave of spiritual energy came out of the spell scroll, silently entering Wilbur's body. Zenith smiled. "Goodbye, young man." He turned to le