Living With My Lady Boss by Blue Silver

Chapter 1301

A large amount of viscous, foul-smelling green pus splattered toward Wilbur. Wilbur let out a loud shout and a protective armor appeared around him.

Despite possessing the qualities of good immunity and a strong physique from the dragon tribe, he did not want to actually come into contact with the wretched substance.

The green liquid landed on the armor with a series of hissing sounds. It began to erode the armor, damaging it.

Wilbur frowned, but Loja burst out laughing. "These are all children of the merciful father! They contain incredibly powerful erosive qualities. How long will you last against them?"

As Loja was speaking, the cysts on his body continued to explode with no intention of stopping.

Wilbur sneered coldly. "With the kind of morals you have, you'd turn into disgusting things like this even if you manage to get to your wretched merciful father here. You're a joke, acting all smug."

"You pitiful low lives know nothing. There's an eternal universe waiting for me, where I shall never expire," Loja screeched.

The spores continued to pounce toward Wilbur. Some of them had landed below, targeting the cultivators there.

Wilbur sighed. He knew that he was going to have to take Loja down as soon as possible. The people below would never be able to withstand the viruses in these disgusting creatures.

waved the historical halberd, which began to

floated out, opening and shutting its mouth to mutter in

time, the historical halberd began to

scales appeared on Wilbur's hand holding the halberd in layers as it morphed

taste of

halberd imbued with

weapon had the ability to break down any other weapon but only existed in

only managed to replicate the effect of a phased weapon. Their

grasp as he swung it toward Loja. Loja's gaze flashed with terror, and he roared, "That's impossible!

sneered, bringing the halberd down

snake sword lighting up with ghastly green spiritual flames. A set of inscriptions swirled about in the spiritual flames as

in mid-air. Loja's

was unable to do anything to the

a loud laugh. "Trevor Penn! This is the Sword of Plagues, gifted to me by the merciful father. It is above the laws of which all weapons in the world are made, which includes the one you happen to be holding! Did

Wilbur narrowed his gaze.

any cultivator who understood these laws would be able to use them to their