Wilbur flipped twice in mid-air, and when he looked again, Kearson had already flown out of the space where the cargo ship was located. The next moment, Kearson's eyes turned red as he charged again, and Wilbur met him head-on. As they clashed again, a burst of white light surged, and the powerful spiritual energy directly stirred the seawater below, soaring into the sky. Splash! After the seawater fell, a wound appeared on Kearson's handsome left cheek, with blood streaming down. Kearson extended his trembling left hand, touching his left cheek. He was surprised as he stared at Wilbur, saying, "You dare do this to me? Unforgivable." In an instant, Wilbur felt the surge of spiritual energy within Kearson's body rapidly rising, and the seawater below continued to shake. Then, it soared into the sky, surrounding Kearson with water. The next moment, the seawater dissipated, and Kearson, radiating with white light all over his body, shouted angrily. The upper half of his clothes turn
"What a powerful domain! Surely Senior Fremont gave that to you?" Kearson threw his head back and laughed. "Since you've figured it out, I won't hide it either. That's right, Fremont is my master. I would have been long dead if it hadn't been for him, and the power in my body to cast the Domain of the Holy Sword is all thanks to him as well. You're dead, Wilbur Penn." Wilbur gritted his teeth. He had only met Senior Fremont once, but that was more than enough. "Is that how Senior Fremont taught you to behave?" The ground cracked beneath his feet as Wilbur leaped into the air. Just as he was about to get close to Kearson, Wilbur swung the thunder cleaver in his grasp. Yet at the same time, Kearson muttered a string of chants, causing a ray of white sword aura to form in mid-air, hurtling toward Wilbur. With no other choice, Wilbur had to use the thunder cleaver to defend himself. However, the sword aura overpowered him at once, pushing down on him rapidly. Wilbur leaped into the
The black aura was nothing like the white or gold light on Kearson's body. They seemed to be completely separate auras but were appearing on the same person's body. That gave Wilbur an idea. Realization dawned upon Wilbur then. Kearson was not actually a good person, and he had probably manifested evil thoughts while cultivating that pure spiritual aura. This had stopped him from improving his powers, and he eventually thought of cultivating evil sorcery to get ahead. Wilbur found it unbelievable that he managed to push himself to this stage. After all, spiritual energy and aura could not coexist with other evil energies, yet there were two different auras coming off Kearson's body at the same time. Wilbur had no choice but to go for it. The left side of Kearson's chest seemed to be his weak spot and attacking it might just kill him. Upon understanding this, Wilbur came sprinting over the moment the Dragon's Safehaven expired while swinging his thunder cleaver. Kearson widen
Kearson dug out something black from his chest, hurling it downward. The black lump landed on the ground. Wilbur peered at it and realized it was a Dragon Cauldron. It was the sixth dragon cauldron! Despite most of the cauldron being stained a murky black, Wilbur was certain through sensing its aura and the remaining color on it that this was the sixth dragon cauldron he was looking for. Wilbur was filled with glee. He had thought that he would never be able to find the cauldron, only for it to be right here. However, his happiness was not long-lived. After all, Kearson was Senior Fremont's subordinate. Kearson would never willingly give the cauldron to Wilbur, which went against the rules that Fremont had set for Wilbur to acquire all the cauldrons. The priority at the moment, however, was the battle. Just then, Kearson's shadow landed from mid-air. His mouth moved, and a cold voice emitted from his throat. "I should thank you, young man. You gave me a new clone in this u
The golden dragon let out a furious roar as it soared around in the air. In the blink of an eye, the golden dust faded as the dragon aura inside Wilbur was going berserk. Wilbur felt like he had been completely drained of his energy, falling from mid-air and landing paralyzed on the ground. Wilbur looked at pieces of the Shadow King's body. The dragon aura was currently feeding on them, turning them to golden dust before disappearing completely. The jet-black limbs continued to struggle, and the Shadow King's broken fist even clenched itself but quickly dissipated into thin air. Wilbur could feel the energy that had belonged to the Shadow King quickly dissipating, as did the sprawling Domain of the Holy Sword. The white shield of light disappeared as well, and all that could be seen was an endless sea. Wilbur looked down then. Before the white light beneath his feet disappeared, he leaped onto a cargo boat. The first dragon cauldron sat in front of him as Wilbur worked to channel
Following that, Wilbur had the goods shipped to Cape International in the nearby Allied States. Cape International had many chain businesses around the world, and some of them were jade dealers. The pieces of antique jade would be sure to sell out in less than a week after hitting the jade shops, which would surely make Cape a great deal of money. Haron and Molton widened their eyes in shock at the sight of the new addition to their bank account. They had never seen this much money before, not in the decades of their life that they had spent working in Rostead. The truth was that most regular people would never be able to amass hundreds of millions of dollars in assets even after decades of work. Haron and Molton had gone from making minimum wage to billionaires in the blink of an eye, and Tracius smiled at their gleeful expression as he asked, "I'm curious to know what you two would like to do the most now that you've got all this money." Haron said, "We can leave Rostead at
"Ah, but that's hardly anything." Tracius said, "Protecting them was nothing. What I owe you is much more than that. The dangers in Wearson Valley are far more terrifying than anyone could imagine. Many knew that the Light Armor was in there and longed for it. However, you did not keep it for yourself even after risking your life to acquire it. Instead, you gave the armor to me. I'm forever grateful on behalf of my brother Tracy for that. He's always wanted the Light Armor." "That's alright. You said before that you were only taking care of it for the time being, didn't you? You're going to eventually hand it over to its real chosen one." "Yes, but I'm honestly not really that interested in the armor anymore. Forget it. Let's just talk about the Church of Holy Illuminati instead. As you know, my brother Tracy was the Black Bishop of the church. I'm also a member of the church, you see. I'm not too sure what Light Valley thinks of you, but from what I know, my church has always be
Could they have gone to visit Senior Fremont, and the traveling was to stop Wilbur from finding out where Fremont was? Either way, the Black Panthers were the ones who knew the most about the Nine Dragon Cauldrons for sure. Fremont Skye was their master, to begin with, and they definitely knew where the eighth and ninth cauldrons were. How else would they protect it? Despite Wilbur having gone against Fremont's rules by not killing Haron and Molton as Kearson had wished, Kearson had cultivated evil sorcery and was not a good person. It was fair to say that he had deserved what happened to him. Thus, Wilbur still held a shred of hope that Fremont might let this slide considering Kearson's wrongdoings. Fremont was a man of honor and may not know about Kearson secretly cultivating evil sorcery behind his back. Besides, even if Fremont refused to see Wilbur, the Nine Dragon Cauldrons would be of great use to Wilbur. Thus, Wilbur did not mind continuing his search for the cauldrons.