"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 meters and swirling with countless runes. That was his ultimate

had elements from the dragon

Syron God to

put away the sword, looking around

pressure faded, and everyone felt like they had been through hell

Wilbur, the only person

was no spiritual pressure coming from him now, and he

yet, everyone now saw him as a god, someone who was not to be crossed.

heads, prostrating themselves to the ground,

was trembling with mixed

feeble

had really

had beaten the four shadow beings on

domain, the Quadruple Tyrant of No Other, was

level experts could

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

of the four Shadow level experts made their respective families hardly a

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

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