Living With My Lady Boss by Blue Silver

Chapter 1458

The Westerian cultivators, on the other hand, returned to their senses after their brief high had worn off. It was now displaced with a deep fear.

Wilbur was back. Where was Master Atrus, then?

Despite them refusing to believe it, it was indeed true that only the victor would survive a battle like that.

How could this be, though? How could Master Atrus have lost?

Just then, a few dozen figures zipped over the ocean. They landed behind Wilbur, on their knees.

The cultivators at the dock paled in the face at the sight at once.

They were the Sanctuary level cultivators who had gone into the battle with Master Atrus!

Also, there were supposed to be sixty of them. Why were there barely even a third of them left? Why were they all kneeling? Where were the others?

The next second, a deep terror rose up amidst their souls.

Could Master Atrus have really lost? Why else would Wilbur be the one standing here?

of that, less than half of the Sanctuary level cultivators were kneeling

fair and square and even granted us the generosity of sparing our lives. All the cultivators of Westeria

a decision the remaining survivors had made after a brief discussion. They had to tell the truth about the

Atrus' sacrifice in exchange for their lives would all go to waste and the cultivator circle in Westeria would be

thought of that happening and had thus rushed over to have their most

yet, standing frozen to the ground in

this, and shouted, "Why aren't you bowing? Do you have a death

people's souls, making them tremble

then that Master Atrus

was the truth, and they had

Master Atrus, he was capable of having

had implied. There would be great trouble if they did not leave in

all the cultivators bowed to Wilbur before leaving

more, and more than half of those Sanctuary level elites were gone as

to the Westeria cultivator circle

level cultivators had gone up against a single Emperor level cultivator, and still lost despite having

they willing to accept

them hundreds of years

level cultivators sobbed as they left, their hearts clenching with