Wilbur put his hands behind his back after he was done, standing there silently. Everyone else, however, looked at him like he was a deity who had descended upon them
At the same time, the barrier from the Sea of Blood had disappeared and the crowd was no longer trapped.
Many people collapsed at that, some of them having lost too much blood and some dying altogether. Only the Aura level cultivators with a certain amount of skills were still standing.
Yet regardless of if they were lying down or standing, everyone paid their respect in unison toward Wilbur. This man had saved all of their lives, and they were expressing their gratitude for that.
Wilbur looked at the crowd around him, letting out a sigh.
Jeremy’s newfound power did make him incredibly strong.
Wilbur even had to use the dragon on his back to beat him.
Thankfully, Jeremy was taken down before he could usurp the hundreds of lives here. Had Wilbur not acted in time, Jeremy would have gotten unthinkably powerful.
Wilbur squatted in front of Jeremy’s charred bones, furrowing his brows at the egg–sized blood clot.
It had fallen out of Jeremy’s hady just now and was still wriggling softly. It was clear that even Wilbur’s terrifying attack from carlier had not been enough to take it down
The blood clot held a terrifying amount of energy, even trying to enter Wilbur’s body and mind when he got close to it.
Thankfully, Wilbur was practicing the Dragon’s chant, a cultivation method from the ancient dragon clan.
The dragon clan was one of the most powerful of its time, with its cultivators holding an immense amount of strength and spirit energy in them like no other.
Despite Wilbur not being able to spread the name of the dragon clan, he had still inherited enough of the dragon clan’s specialties, so the blood clot’s attempt to attack his spirit was picked up at once.
He grabbed the clot and threw it into his demiplane at once. He could get back to that later when he had the time.
Just then, Matt and Gerard walked over. Both of them now looked impossibly weak.
They bowed to Wilbur deeply. “Thank you for saving our lives, sir. We were all fooled by Jeremy Owens. We did not know his real intentions.”
“I know that. Do you think you would even be alive otherwise?”
The two men lowered their heads in shame, not daring to say anything else.
No one would be able to stop Wilbur even if he wanted to kill everyone here!
Just then, all the people who could still move bowed to Wilbur as well.
Wilbur glanced at them before saying to Matt and Gerard, “Let them recover first. Also, I did actually have something to say today,”
“Please go ahead, sir!” Matt and Gerard scrambled to say.
Wilbur fell silent for a beat, before saying, “All cultivators of Seechertown are banned from private duels and battles. This is both a warning and also an order.”
“Yes, sir!”
Matt, Gerard, and the other survivors in the crowd bowed in acknowledgment.
Wilbur was their king now, and no one could go against him.
At the same time.
A woman dressed in red let out a shrill peal of laughter, taking in the sight of the Owens Manor through a mirror forged from blood.
“Such powerful spirit energy! I like it. Are you ready, Wilbur Penn?”
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