Samson was as emotionless as ever. "Tell the truth. Is he a cultivator, and were you in cahoots so that he could use his powers to win money at the casino?" Tiff was in so much pain she could hardly speak, not even hearing much of what Samson said. Just then, Sharon said, "Tiff, cultivators aren't allowed to use their powers in casinos, and they know that. You'll both be in huge trouble if you've done so." It was only then that Tiff finally understood what they meant." "I really didn't know anything, please! I don't even know what a cultivator is!" Samson frowned at the agonized look on her face. Most regular people did not usually know cultivators, and so it was possible that Tiff might not know what cultivators were seeing as she was just a hostess. Only someone at the managerial level like Sharon would know. The casino also had an unspoken rule that cultivators were not welcome to gamble here. Most casinos had Sanctuary level experts holding the fort down for them,
Thus, Wilbur rang the bell on the desk to get the hotel's manager. The manager was also a beautiful lady. She entered and bowed politely at Wilbur. He surely was in a top-notch casino. Every single member of the staff there had the perfect body and looks. Wilbur looked at the manager and said, "Please exchange these chips for Dashan Dollars, then wire it into this card." He placed a card on top of the chips. The manager bowed and said, "I'm sorry, sir. We'll need some time to count the chips. You'll have to wait for a while." "How long will it take?" Wilbur furrowed his brows. He assumed that an hour would be more than enough time to count the chips. This was not something complicated after all. The manager replied, "It's hard to say. Maybe tomorrow, or perhaps a few days." Wilbur's gaze darkened. Did they think he was an idiot? How could counting the chips take a few days? He said flatly, "Please get your boss to see me. Tell him I would like to see him." "I'm sorry,
"Ambience level?" Wilbur scoffed and counterattacked with a punch of his own. With a loud explosion, a turbulent flow of spiritual energy erupted in the room, rippling in all directions. "As expected. I was not wrong to say that you're a cultivator, right?" Samson said coldly. Wilbur asked, "Does being a cultivator necessarily mean that I cheated?" "If not? What is your purpose here at the casino?" Samson asked. Wilbur chuckled and said, "Can't a cultivator just play a hand or two? What a joke." "This is the rule of the casino," Samson said. Wilbur scoffed coldly. "That is your rule. My rule is that I'll do what I want to do." "Nonsense. Bill, take him down. Let him know what the consequences of cheating in a casino are!" Samson barked. Bill yelled and the spiritual energy in him concentrated in his hands, forming a long sword. He then aimed a slash at Wilbur. As the sword came slashing down, an overbearing force of spiritual pressure rippled toward Wilbur. The wo
Samson finally came to his senses. He stood up with great difficulty and said, "I'll cash out your chips immediately. Please wait." "Hmph. Get me another room. I'll be staying another night. I have things to do tomorrow," Wilbur said. "As you wish," Samson replied. Wilbur scoffed and looked at Samson coldly without saying a single word. Samson was sweating profusely. He immediately fled the room. When he returned to his office, he immediately got Sharon to see him. Sharon noticed how distressed he was. She furrowed her brows and said, "What's the matter, Mister Honard?" "Wilbur Penn. He's a Sanctuary level cultivator," Samson said with gritted teeth. "What?" Sharon could not believe her ears. Why would a Sanctuary level cultivator come to gamble? They should be loaded with cash. A moment later, Sharon said, "We'll have to get Mister Dune right away. If we're talking Sanctuary level cultivators, even Christopher and the others might not be able to handle him." "Mister
The chips had been cashed out and wired into his card. Wilbur smiled and started meditating in his new room. He was going to go up against a Super Sanctuary level cultivator tomorrow. He had to rest well. Late at night, Tiff, who had been knocked unconscious, finally came around in the basement. She was covered in dirt, her body covered in injuries. Her broken leg was a tragic sight to behold. She could only see through the light coming through the tiny window. She looked at her broken leg in disbelief. She could not believe that this was how she was being treated. A moment ago, she had already become a millionaire, yet at the very next moment, she was dragged into a dark enclosed space. She bore through the pain and crawled to the door. She tried to push the door, but the iron seemed to be welded shut. She could not even move it at all. The tiny window was so small that even a cat would not be able to get through, let alone for her to climb out. A deep sensation of fear
Samson and the other big bosses of the casinos stood together chatting. From the way they saw it, Stiles had no chance of losing at all. They were there to congratulate him. They also bet that Stiles would win by a landslide. Logan, Gaston, and Christopher were guarding the entrance. They were in charge of sealing off the road and maintaining order. However, Logan and Gaston were no longer that friendly toward Christopher. In the past, they were the three greatest Sanctuary-level cultivators of Aroma. They called each other brothers, with Stiles as their leader. Stiles had completely abandoned Christopher. Other than a bet of ten billion dollars, Christopher's life was also at stake. One could even say that Stiles had already sentenced Christopher to death. Logan and Gaston need not be friendly to such a person anymore. Christopher stood there quietly, furrowing his brows tightly. After two days of anxiety and panic, he had calmed down already. Whether he lives or dies,
"That dude is Trevor Penn?" Samson, Jesse, Edward, and the others were shocked, but soon their shock turned into snickers. If that was really him, that would have saved them a lot of trouble. In any case, he was going to die. They did not have to do it themselves. The other spectators were excited. Trevor had arrived. That arrogant man who dared to challenge Stiles to a fight. They were eager to see how he was going to die that day. At that moment, Logan and Gaston looked at Christopher with caution and distanced themselves from him. Christopher smiled and looked at the top of the hill. He did not expect Wilbur to have any hope of winning. Stiles' powers were obvious. Although Wilbur was strong, he was most probably not as strong as a Super Sanctuary level cultivator. That was why he reckoned that Wilbur was no match for Stiles. Christopher had already accepted his fate. At that moment, Wilbur flew to the top of the hill only to see an old man in a fisherman outfit wi
Wilbur furrowed his brows tightly. The Realm Demon has yet to appear, but the energy emanating from it was already extremely terrifying. It seemed like Stiles really lived up to his name. At this moment, Stiles placed his palms together. His spiritual flames shot up to the skies as he roared, "Chaos. Realm Demon. Slaughter." A violent spiritual energy enveloped the entire top of the hill. In the sky, the Realm Demon that Stiles summoned poked its horrifying head out of the Space Rift. It was a nasty monster with the face of a horse and the horns of a bull. Its head was at least three to four meters in circumference and was covered in runes. The Realm Demon roared angrily and caused many huge trees to fall due to the destructive winds. Wilbur raised his thunder cleaver and sliced through the violent winds, letting them swoosh past him. Right at this moment, the entire Realm Demon's body has climbed through the Space Rift, landing on the ground. The ground shook violentl