Living With My Lady Boss

Joel and the others were stunned.

The statues were like four gods with unstoppable power, and their power was being channeled into killing a mortal. They wondered if any mortal would survive such a situation.

‘Wilbur may have countered the Quicksand of Death just now, but he won't be able to fight against The Rage of the Four. The power between the two spells is leagues apart.’ Everyone thought that Wilbur would never survive this attack.

Chance was almost maniacal with his voice.

"Wilbur Penn, you are indeed very powerful. So powerful that it's beyond my expectations. I'm willing to call you the best cultivator beneath the Saint level, but you're still not a Saint level cultivator!" Wilbur laughed at his maniacal insults.

He replied nonchalantly, "Do you think you'd still be alive if | wasn't curious to see what's so special about your Domain?" "What? What the f*ck did you say?" Chance was enraged. The others looked like they were in disbelief. 'How can Wilbur joke at this point? Isn't he being too audacious?" Wilbur shouted. His spiritual energy, Dragon Power, and thunder power within him surged forth. The combination of these powers formed a spiritual flthat shot into the sky.

An extremely terrifying spiritual pressure instantly enveloped the Domain. Gusts of strong wind and tornadoes appeared in the Domain. The wind roared as the sky was filled with spiritual flames.

The thunder cleaver in his hand instantly grew to a hundred meters long. The thunder cleaver was ablaze with lightning bolts surrounding it. It emitted a deathly aura.

'"T-This..." Maniac and the others sensed the terrifying aura. They were in disbelief, and their faces were twisted. They were shivering in fear as if they would faint at any time.

Chance was more stunned than anyone. He thought, 'His power is almost superior to a Saint level cultivator. Could it be that there is someone more powerful than a Saint level cultivator?’ Wilbur had escaped the restraints of the spell at that point. He waved the hundred-meter-long thunder cleaver. The four giant statues exploded and crumbled into pieces. Chance let out a painful scream and spat a mouthful of blood before he fell to the ground.

The Death Earth Domain vanished with a thunderous boom, and everyone was back in the yard of the Serene Garden.

Chance was on the floor at that moment. Blood stained his clothes, and he was as pale as paper. He breathed hard with a horrified look on his face.

Maniac, Joel, and the others were very frightened. They knelt on the floor and did not dare to move a muscle.

Wilbur stood in the yard with the thunder cleaver in his hand, sweeping his gaze over everyone.

‘Chance Taft was defeated. Wilbur Penn defeated a Saint level cultivator! How is this possible?' Everyone thought the same.

A Saint level cultivator was an invincible entity in their minds. How could a Saint level cultivator be defeated so easily? However, that was the truth. Wilbur was unharmed, and Chance was struggling for his life. They had to believe it.

They were forced to accept the truth after a long while. They looked at Wilbur with frightened eyes.

Wilbur quietly stood there.

Wilbur was very mighty to them. They saw him like a god who was belittling the insects, and they were the insects in question. This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Chance struggled to raise his hand. He pointed at Wilbur and asked emotionally, "Why? Why? How did you defeat me?" It was apparent that Chance could not accept the truth.

Wilbur replied slowly, "You only have yourself to blfor being unknowledgeable, Chance Taft. A Saint level cultivator is indeed powerful, but nowhere near invincible. Cultivation knows no bounds. A Saint level cultivator is just a level of strength. You would know how stupid you've been to think being a Saint level cultivator means you're invincible with merely a slither of understanding in cultivation."