All Chapters of Living With My Lady Boss: Chapter 1451 - Chapter 1460

The Sword of the Void grew in size while in Atrus' grasp. "I have four main powers when my domain's activated. Juggernaut, with a one percent chance to bypass defense and cause a fatal blow; Electroshock, where the third attack would result in a critical hit; Precision, which increases the speed of the attack; Prana, for me to restore part of my spiritual energy while attacking my enemy." Wilbur's expression shifted into something much less comfortable after hearing those words. Although the one percent chance of the Juggernaut being able to ignore the enemy's defenses to cause a fatal blow did not sound like much, it being a matter of life and death made it an impossibly risky gamble on just when that one percent chance would trigger. The Electroshock was also a dangerous component of the battle, as every critical hit would take up a large amount of spiritual energy to defend oneself against. On top of that, Atrus was already able to utilize his ability of spatial displacement

Yes, it should be over by now. That battle between the two Emperor level elites had gone on for a good few minutes. It was important to note that battles of this level were usually over within two to three minutes, most of them even ending with just one round. "Master Atrus won!" someone shouted excitedly. The Ambience level elites nodded as well. There was no reason that Atrus would lose, after all. He was an impossibly powerful existence, on top of the fifty-three Sanctuary cultivators and seven Super Sanctuary cultivators he had to help him out. There would be something terribly wrong if he failed to win the fight. "Of course he did! No one ever doubted Master Atrus' victory," someone smiled. "Yes, that last attack was one of Master Atrus' ultimate powers! No one's surviving that fatal blow, that's for sure." The people at the dock had broken out into laughs and chatter, celebrating Atrus' win. Lindon and the others, however, were pale in the face as they swayed on

The dozen or so beginner Sanctuary level cultivators immediately started coughing up blood before exploding into bloody clouds in the seawater. The mid and peak Sanctuary level cultivators could hardly stop vomiting blood either. All that were left were the seven Super Sanctuary level cultivators holding on for dear life, but their expressions twisted with agony as well. The seawater that Atrus had parted previously also converged back together after Wilbur had uttered the word 'Surge'. The Sword of the Void could hardly withstand the terrifying pressure anymore, and Atrus spat out a big mouthful of blood that dyed the seawater around him red. The others continued sinking further into the sea, as if they were falling down a bottomless abyss. The dozen or so mid Sanctuary level cultivators eventually exploded as well. The remaining peak Sanctuary level cultivators began vomiting large amounts of blood, and it was clear they could barely hold on any longer. The seven Super

The Westerian cultivators, on the other hand, returned to their senses after their brief high had worn off. It was now displaced with a deep fear. Wilbur was back. Where was Master Atrus, then? Despite them refusing to believe it, it was indeed true that only the victor would survive a battle like that. How could this be, though? How could Master Atrus have lost? Just then, a few dozen figures zipped over the ocean. They landed behind Wilbur, on their knees. The cultivators at the dock paled in the face at the sight at once. They were the Sanctuary level cultivators who had gone into the battle with Master Atrus! Also, there were supposed to be sixty of them. Why were there barely even a third of them left? Why were they all kneeling? Where were the others? The next second, a deep terror rose up amidst their souls. Could Master Atrus have really lost? Why else would Wilbur be the one standing here? On top of that, less than half of the Sanctuary level cultivators we

Hans was plagued with confusion, despair, and doubt. His expression twisted and morphed every other second as if he was close to losing his mind. The sight had Lindon and the others frozen in shock. They had always thought of Earl Hans as a man of utmost grace and had never quite seen him in such an unhinged state before. Wilbur had also heard what Hans had said to Atrus when he left but chose to say nothing about it. Men were willing to stoop to anything to save themselves, and that was just the way humanity worked. Just then, however, Hans thoroughly exploded into a feral state. He clenched his fists, staring at his father with a crazed expression. "Yes, you're right! I'm a useless bastard! Have you ever even thought that the Angora clan would have lost its glory long ago had it not been for me, though? I've been the one to uphold our family's glory, to uphold our status as upper-class men. Unlike you, you lunatic! Everyone's terrified of you, and they run from the mere s