"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.

A gigantic figure looming over a dozen

the dragon tribe, and that ultimate

the Syron God to ashes, evaporating Tay into

sword, looking around him with his

everyone felt like they had been through hell and

they stared at Wilbur, the only person standing

spiritual pressure coming from him now, and he looked impossibly

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

prostrating themselves to the ground, hardly

Yumi was trembling with mixed

up her feeble body as she stared at

had really

four shadow beings

Tyrant of No Other, was

Shadow level experts could even retaliate

powers were in. She had won. This

the four Shadow level experts made their respective

the fact that there were still Sanctuary level experts in the other four great families, who

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