Living With My Lady Boss

"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.

fully formed as well. A gigantic figure looming over a dozen meters and swirling with countless runes. That

the dragon tribe, and that ultimate defense was targeted toward

torched the Syron God to ashes, evaporating Tay

sword, looking around him with

the spiritual pressure faded, and everyone felt like they had

as they stared at Wilbur, the only person standing on

spiritual pressure coming from him now, and

a god, someone who was not to be crossed. Even looking him in

the ground, hardly daring to straighten up in the

was

her feet slowly, holding up her feeble body as

had

beaten the four

Tyrant of

experts could

just what league this man's powers were in. She had won. This

the four Shadow level experts made their

Sanctuary level experts in the other four great