Living With My Lady Boss のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1521 - チャプター 1530

"You? An elite?" Chandler smirked. "Anyone below the Sanctuary level can hardly call themselves an elite. Didn't you know that?" Wilbur shook his head. "I do know that, but I'd get out of here with Sawyer now if I were you. You don't want to see what I'm capable of, trust me." "F*ck you and your high horse, you're all talk! I don't want to kill him yet, Elder Fornst. Break his legs and keep him alive. I'm going to have some fun with him." Sawyer's expression turned monstrous, his eyes glinting venomously. Chandler nodded, staring at Wilbur. "You asked for this." Upon saying the words, Chandler let out a loud roar as he cast several spells in a row. "Way of Thunder!" A thick stripe of thunder shot out of his hands, hurtling toward Wilbur. This was a mid-tier spell, the Way of Thunder. Thunder spells had particularly terrifying destructive powers, and a Sanctuary level cultivator was skilled enough to wield them in a way that would have any Ambience level cultivator dead or

Wilbur could disrupt the thunder powers in Chandler's body with a snap of his fingers, turning Chandler into a regular mortal incapable of fighting. That was the power of the universe's laws. As long as you mastered the laws of a certain thing, you would be a god at wielding it. Despite the fact that Wilbur had only learned a few laws of thunderous spiritual energy, it was already far more than what Chandler could even understand. A brief shock later, the Neeses finally returned to their senses. Wilbur had actually defeated Chandler. He won. Chandler was a Sanctuary level cultivator, which meant that Wilbur had to be at the Sanctuary level at the very least. There was hope for the Neeses after all. The Neeses lit up with joy, overwhelmed with emotion. With such a powerful person on their side helping them out, there was nothing for them to be afraid of. Also, the Rochers' scheme against the Neeses was going to hell now. However, the Neeses remembered how they had

All they had to do now was make sure that they served Wilbur well and the Nees family's safety would be guaranteed. With such a powerful connection, the Neeses would practically be untouchable in all of Dasha from now on. The Nees brothers were overcome with gratitude and glee. Wilbur chatted along with them. He would be out of there with that bangle the second Cape had settled the financial issue. … Not long after, Chandler and Sawyer returned to the Rocher Manor. Chandler described everything that had happened to Seamus, all while Sawyer trembled in a corner from the residual fear. Seamus looked positively murderous upon hearing what happened. Wilbur was of Sanctuary level, and even more powerful than Chandler. The news struck the Rochers harshly. It was important to note that the Rochers had gotten to where they were now by stepping on others and taking what did not belong to them, and there were countless families in Hemount City who hated them. Now that they ha

Yet Seamus said, "I understand where you're coming from, but we can't wait any longer. Elder Fornst lost to Wilbur, and our family's reputation will be ruined if we don't kill him. We risk being attacked by enemies who want us dead, and the Rochers might be wiped out for good." The rest of the family fell silent. They all knew that the Rochers had countless enemies. They had taken so much from others in the past few decades, and there were many people who were more than happy to rip them to shreds. It was precisely because they had the support of a Sanctuary level cultivator that these people did not dare to try anything. Now that Chandler had lost, the Rochers' power had been challenged. Those enemies were probably rearing to go, ready to try anything to get their revenge. It was important to note that a lot of these enemies were also rich. If they were to join forces, the Rochers might not be able to handle it. Once the Rocher family fell, those people would take every

Chandler collapsed to the ground, lifeless at last. A great Sanctuary level cultivator had died just like that, with his eyes still wide open. Seamus came up to him, picking the dagger up. The dagger had a simple design, emitting a brilliantly colored glow that made the entire room look like paradise. Even Seamus started shaking as he held the dagger. The dagger had been passed down countless generations in the Rocher family. It possessed a unique energy that only a Rocher who was a cultivator could absorb. If the person was not a cultivator, they would be blown to ashes from the backlash of the dagger. That was why no family leader in the past had dared to try using it. Their ancestors had also left this message: the dagger's energy would be activated once it had absorbed enough power, thus making it usable to non-cultivators in the Rocher family. There was a huge risk to this, and anything could happen to the person holding the dagger. After all, a non-cultivator tryi