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
On top of the hill, Wilbur yelled, and the Infernal Thunder Dragon sprang forth and pounced at the Realm Demon. The Realm Demon swatted it away and the Infernal Thunder Dragon instantly shattered into pieces, exploding into a turbulent flow of spiritual energy, howling in mid-air. Stiles laughed maniacally. Wilbur, who was in mid-air, unbelievably defied the laws of physics and swerved around the Realm Demon's attack, coming to its side. "Damnation of the Thunder God." A large cluster of thunderclouds instantly gathered right above the Realm Demon's head. Lightning and thunder came hailing down on it. It let out a muffled roar and protected itself against the lightning. The Realm Demon was not harmed at all. "Lost Slayer." Wilbur waved the thunder cleaver, causing a black Space Rift to spread toward the Realm Demon. The Realm Demon turned around, letting itself be enveloped by the Space Rift. The runes on its body lit up and a powerful energy instantly wiped out the Space
The Realm Demon roared and ran toward Wilbur, throwing yet another punch at him. Wilbur bellowed almost at the same time he stabilized himself, then launched another punch at the Realm Demon. The air exploded with rumbling sounds, with rampant spiritual energy going wild, enveloping the entire top of the hill. The Realm Demon's powers were way beyond one's imagination. Wilbur kept attacking it repeatedly, but he was pushed back time after time. After a few dozen rounds of attacks, Wilbur, who was a hundred meters away, raised his fist once more. A violent gust of spiritual energy started bubbling. He rushed forward toward the Realm Demon as quick as lightning this time. "Fist Rift!" Wilbur barked. The Fist Rift was ten times its power this time. When Wilbur's fist crashed with the Realm Demon's gigantic fist once again, the space between their fists started to cave in, and a black Space Rift appeared. Wilbur flew backward due to the huge rebound force. Even he could n
The Realm Demon's fists were almost on Wilbur's head. Before they landed, the ground cracked. Cracks appeared along the entire hill, all the way down to the bottom of the hill. The spectators gasped in surprise. "I'll admit that you're strong, but compared to me, you're not even close." Stiles roared at Wilbur, venting his endless rage and shock. At that moment, he had not even realized that he was a little terrified, because all of his fear had been overpowered by the powerful rage he was feeling. Then, the dragon's head behind Wilbur stopped reciting an incantation and shut its mouth. It then opened its eyes. Wilbur suddenly looked up and smiled at Stiles. Stiles was stunned and terrified. He barked, "I see you're still putting on an act even at the end of your life." Right at this moment, a huge arrow of light appeared right behind the Realm Demon. The arrow was a few meters long and sparkled brightly. It did not contain any spiritual energy or spiritual pressure.
The dark clouds vanished, and the sun shone through once more. "Has the fight ended?" The spectators down the hill looked up at the top of the hill in a daze. They were utterly dazzled. They would not forget this fight for the rest of their lives. They only saw the humongous Realm Demon. They did not get to see the fight in detail, but just the energy and spiritual pressure released from the fight were enough for them to reminisce about this fight for a lifetime. Stiles Dune was extremely powerful. His Realm Demon was truly invincible. Everyone let their hands down and lowered their heads in respect, waiting for Stiles to come down the hill. At that moment, up on the hill, Wilbur slowly walked up to Stiles and smiled at him. "Why? Why?" Stiles yelled indignantly. His body was as dry and wrinkly as a prune. He was trying his best to stay alive. Wilbur looked at him and said slowly, "Do you think that just because you're undefeatable just because you're a Super Sanctuary le
Wilbur chuckled. He placed his hands behind his back and asked, "What do you think?" Another moment of dead silence. A long time later, everyone came to their realization. Stiles Dune had been defeated. How was that possible? For a moment, the casino bosses started to question everything in their lives. They looked timid, not knowing what to do. Stiles was a Super Sanctuary level cultivator. He was supposed to be invincible. How could he be defeated? The other spectators in the distance were still trying to make their way forward, trying to show themselves in front of Stiles to fawn over him, especially Edward and Jesse. The battle ended in less than three minutes, just as they predicted. This time, not only could they pay off their debts, but they could even earn some as well. They cheerfully squeezed their way forward. No matter what, they had to congratulate Stiles, even if it was just from far away. At that moment, the bosses who came to their senses were completel