Living With My Lady Boss by Blue Silver

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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 I 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.

and tornadoes appeared in the Domain. The wind roared as the sky was filled with spiritual

hundred meters long. The thunder cleaver was ablaze with

and the others sensed the terrifying aura. They were in disbelief, and their faces were twisted. They were shivering in

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

Domain vanished with a thunderous boom, and everyone was back in the

Blood stained his clothes, and he was as pale as paper. He breathed

very frightened. They knelt on the floor and did not dare to

cleaver

defeated a Saint level cultivator!