Santino was glad to see that. He stepped forward and launched another attack at Dean. Dean was a spell cultivator, so he might have a chance to fight back if he got close enough. However, the gray spiritual energy that disintegrated his blade energy transformed into runes. Those runes formed a weird image as they fell upon Santino. A powerful energy instantly restrained Santino. He was frozen like a statue. He could only watch as the curse landed on him. An intense deadly energy enveloped him, and Santino shut his eyes in despair. Everything was inferior to a Saint level cultivator. He truly understood what that saying meant at that moment. Yolanda and the Zander brothers were also in despair. Gavin and Sawyer were on the brink of death, and Santino was about to be defeated and killed. They would be next. They trembled at that thought. They looked at each other with fear in their eyes. Suddenly, they thought of Jean's advice. It seemed to be the better solution. T
Dean and Leo were caught off guard. They did not react in time and Harper received the full brunt of the attack. An explosion caused blood to rain everywhere, along with the disintegrating spiritual energy. The peak Ambience level cultivator, Harper Labate, was blown to bits in just one punch. The Zanders were overjoyed. Wilbur was their savior. Yolanda quickly yelled, "Save us, Mister Penn! They want to kill us!" Wilbur glanced at her and shook his head. He looked at Leo and said slowly, "I'm giving you a second chance. Apologize, compensate them, and we can forget about this." Dean laughed and replied before Leo could speak, "Apologize and compensate? Do you think I'm scared of you?" Wilbur looked at Dean and said nonchalantly, "Oh. You worked with Leo Sith to gain money in such despicable ways. I can't believe you're a Saint level cultivator. You're a disgrace to the cultivators." Dean looked furious and said, "The end goal of cultivation is to enjoy life. I can on
The owner of the bone flute must be a cultivator as well. The cemetery used to be an ancient battlefield. It was haunted by countless spirits. He almost lost his back then. Fortunately, he was a cultivator with death-type abilities. The bone flute was a precious item. It captured countless spirits with its previous owner. He trained hard once he acquired the bone flute and was able to finally master it. There were over ten thousand spirits inside the bone flute, so he had an endless army at his beck and call. The spirits would attack the soul, so even Saint level cultivators would find it hard to fight back. It was why he was not afraid after learning that Wilbur was a Saint level cultivator. The bone flute was his trump card. The Zanders were terrified and screamed at the top of their lungs. They could not believe Dean was able to summon ghosts. They were scared out of their minds, especially Yolanda. She pissed her pants and fell to the ground. Wilbur formed a
The space around the area rippled when the huge hammers crashed down. It carried a terrible destructive power. Dean laughed loudly. That was the power of an advanced Saint level cultivator. He paid a hefty price in exchange for that lethal attack. He did not believe that anyone would be able to survive the hit. Suddenly, countless runes lit up on Wilbur's longsword and a terrifying spirit energy erupted as he slashed toward the Alpha Spirit. The attack seemed as though he had slashed through the sky. The space around the area rippled like a shattered mirror, the ripples breaking away like countless broken glass pieces. The powerful Alpha Spirit was bisected under the silver blade energy. It silently roared and vanished into nothingness. Dean watched in disbelief, falling into a daze. 'How can someone's spirit energy be this terrifying?' he wondered. Suddenly, Wilbur sneered coldly. He summoned the thunder cleaver and it instantly ignited in five-colored flames. Th
Just then, Wilbur turned to look at the Zanders. Yolanda and her sons trembled uncontrollably. They lowered their heads and did not dare to look at Wilbur at all. Jean walked up then, falling to his knees. "Thank you for saving my life, sir. I don't know how to thank you." "You don't need to. You gave me that crown in return for my help. We don't owe each other anything," said Wilbur calmly. Jean felt like the crown was nothing compared to the safety and lives of his family, even if it was a family treasure. He said, "Sir, I still have fifty million dollars in my savings. Could you give me your account number? I'll send it over." Wilbur could not help but sigh. Zander Corp was worth billions of dollars, but Jean, one of the heirs to the company, only had fifty million dollars in his savings. It was clear just how much he was ostracized by his family. Wilbur looked over at Yolanda, Jameson, and Jeffrey. "None of the three of you can even compare to Jean. You, Yolanda,
Eileen shrugged. "Dude, take it easy." Wilbur took a deep breath. "Could you tell me their story?" "Of course," Eileen said with a smile. "A few decades ago, two brilliant cultivators appeared in Dasha. They were Samuel and Jennifer Penn, a married couple. They were so talented and skilled the world had hardly seen anything like them before." "What do you mean by that?" "Let's just put it this way. Both of them could take all the Sanctuary level cultivators in all of Dasha combined." Wilbur looked at Eileen in shock. He was more than capable of taking down a Sanctuary level cultivator. But all the Sanctuary level cultivators together? That was just crazy. Eileen smiled. "Yes. It's exactly the way you think it is." "And then?" Wilbur asked, staring at Eileen. Eileen sighed. "Not long after they founded the Kiwanis Club, it was said that Samuel and Jennifer went somewhere in search of something. They disappeared and were never seen again." "Where did they go? What
"We'll deal with it when it gets that big, then." "That old geezer of a Pope from the Church of Holy Illuminati doesn't look all that good, either." Wilbur looked at Eileen. "That's the biggest religion in the world, a proper one." "If they were really all that proper, why do you think Constantine was expelled from it?" "I don't know, and I don't want to know." "There are lots of hidden dangers in the world we don't know about yet. I feel like you should take over the Kiwanis Club and start preparing for these dangerous times that might come." "Sorry, but I really don't have the time for that. I have enough things to worry about as it is." "Are you scared?" Wilbur turned around to look at Eileen. "I've never been afraid of anyone or anything." Eileen shrugged with a smile. "I can see that." "I'd like to go on a walk on my own," said Wilbur. Eileen stopped in her steps, and Wilbur headed forward on his own. A long while later, Eileen turned around to head back, m
Wilbur smirked. "And what if I don't want to leave?" Bobby sputtered, not knowing what to say in response for once. Wilbur's air of authority was unlike anything he had ever seen, and he was starting to panic a little. Wilbur scoffed, looking at Kory. "What really happened?" Kory, having escaped the death he had been chasing, now seemed to treat Wilbur like an outlet to express his emotions. "Please, Sir, help us out here. We're both working-class people who have never taken out a loan before, but a month ago we received a letter of reminder from the bank for a loan of eighty million dollars. Apparently, the loan was overdue, and we were to pay up, but we never even borrowed that money in the first place!" Kory blurted out, his voice shaky. Wilbur frowned. "Couldn't you just have the bank prove that?" "We went to the bank, but they said the loan happened three years ago and they don't have the records from then anymore. We took a look at the loan contract, and it was indeed