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With a resounding crack, the Jade Gourd hurled by Gilmore smashed Presbyter Philip’s head, turning him into a puppet with its strings cut, tumbling lifelessly to the ground.

The dozens of silver–robed presbyters from the Eulogian Club all perished under the power of Gilmore’s eight spiritual

weapons.

With their demise, the formidable strength of the malevolent any was significantly diminished.

The golden–robed cult master, mounted on a winged steed and wearing a mask, looked on in shock.

He had not anticipated that his presbyters would fall so quickly to Gilmore’s spiritual weapons.

The loss of so many silver–robed presbyters was a blow to him and the Eulogian Club that was hard to recover from, significantly weakening their influence.

Hatred flickered in the eyes of the golden–robed cult master.

Gilmore had not only captured his son but also caused heavy casualties to his presbyters and martialists.

He couldn’t quell the rage in his heart unless he killed Gilmore.

“Whoosh!”

The golden–robed cult master unsheathed the sword hanging from his saddle. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

As he drew his sword, its brilliance illuminated the sky, radiating a sword energy that seemed to divide the world.

It shocked the martialists from both sides who were fighting in the sky.

“You’ve killed my presbyters and martialists, young man. Today, you’ll witness the power of my Demon Dragon Sword. I’ll make sure you have no place to rest in death,” the golden–robed cult master said through gritted teeth, his gaze fiercely fixed on Gilmore, who was floating dozens of feet away in the sky.

In his hand, his sword shimmered with golden light, as brilliant as sunshine.

As the sword blazed with golden light, sinister wisps of black energy could be seen swirling around it, hinting at something ominously otherworldly.

Gilmore’s face remained fearless as he calmly spoke. “Cult Master of the Eulogian Club, come at me with your Demon Dragon Sword!”

The golden–robed cult master’s eyes flared with fury. “Foolish and arrogant boy, let my Demon Dragon Sword guide you to your doom.”

No sooner had he spoken than he swung his Demon Dragon Sword, sending a massive strike towards Gilmore, suspended in

mid–air.

“Boom!”

The air vibrated intensely, and a cataclysmic storm swept across the sky.

The martialists from the Dragon Sect, along with the Eulogian Club martialists mounted on flying creatures, were tossed about like autumn leaves caught in a tempest.

The storm brought chaos to the skies above, with rolling clouds and flashing lightning, resembling the onset of the apocalypse.

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In an instant, a bolt of lightning shot out from the golden robed cult master’s Demon Dragon Sword.

This lightning, writhing like a ferocious, fanged dragon, exuded an aura capable of annihilating everything in its path.

The terrifying lightning dragon struck directly at Gilmore.

Meanwhile, Lilian, Christine, Claire, Helene, Luna, and others who had been blown off the rooftop of a tall building by the ferocious storm, watched on in horror as the fearsome lightning dragon in the sky headed straight for Gilmore.

Their faces turned pale with fear.

Even from a distance, the sight of the dragon–like lightning bolt and its dreadful presence shook them, filling them with deep concern for Gilmore.

Elsewhere, Spencer, Tillman, Victor, Tiger, and other members of the Dragon Sect, including the ones scattered around, felt a growing anxiety for Gilmore’s safety.

At that moment, the Demon Dragon Sword’s lightning, in the form of a serpentine dragon, struck Gilmore.

The blinding bolt enveloped him entirely, swallowing him whole in the fearsome dragon’s maw.

On the rooftop and elsewhere, Lilian, Christine, Claire, Helene, Luna, and the others, including Spencer and Tillman, all held their breath, their hearts heavy with concern about Gilmore’s life–or– death situation.

Similarly, up in the tumultuous skies, the golden–robed cult master, riding his winged steed; saw this, and his eyes sparkled with triumphant joy.

The cult master looked up and burst into a fit of manic laughter. “Hahaha… This arrogant and ignorant kid has finally met his end at the hands of my Demon Dragon Sword.”

It was clear as day to him that Gilmore, engulfed by the dragon–like sword light from the Demon Dragon Sword, was undoubtedly doomed.

However, in the midst of his laughter, the golden–robed cult master abruptly fell silent.

He witnessed something he couldn’t believe–the lightning dragon that had swallowed Gilmore started to diminish rapidly, eventually fading away entirely.

To his utter shock, Gilmore, whom he had considered a goner, stood there unscathed.

Despite being struck by the lightning dragon, he was completely unhurt, without even a single tear in his clothes.

The golden–robed cult master’s eyes widened in disbelief, like he had seen a ghost.

“How could Gilmore not be dead?” he wondered.

“That’s impossible!”

His Demon Dragon Sword was one of the 10 famous demonic swords in the Devil Realm, powerful enough to slay even king–level cultivators.

How could it fail to kill Gilmore?

The golden–robed cult master was profoundly shaken.

Meanwhile, on the ground, Lilian, Christine, Claire, and others, along with Spencer, Tillman, and the rest of the Dragon Sect members, erupted in cheers upon seeing Gilmore unharmed.

In Fensville, the citizens who had been hiding in every nook and cranny of the city, due to the malevolent army’s onslaught,

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were now slowly coining to their senses.

They emerged from their hiding spots and looked up at the sky

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There, they saw the martialists of the Dragon Sect battling fiercely against the malevolent army in the sky in order to save the innocent civilians of the city from being slaughtered.

They witnessed malevolent cult martialists being slain by the Dragon Sect martialists, falling from the sky one by one.

Of course, many of the Dragon Sect’s martialists were slain by the malevolent army and fell upon the city.

This filled the citizens of Fensville with fear, uncertain whether the Dragon Sect’s martialists could defeat the malevolent

army.

They also feared that all of Fensville might be ruthlessly ravaged by the malevolent army.

However, everything changed when Gilmore appeared. Wielding eight spiritual weapons like a farmer slicing vegetables, he began a fierce onslaught against the malevolent army.

The anxious citizens of Fensville suddenly saw a glimmer of hope.

But this hope, embodied by Gilmore, who had become the city’s sole beacon of light, was soon engulfed by a burst of lightning from the sword of the golden–robed cult master.

The people of Fensville were plunged into a dark abyss of despair, pain, and sorrow.

But just when all seemed lost, a ray of light pierced through the darkness.

Gilmore, who had been swallowed by the terrifying lightning in the sky, reappeared unharmed before everyone’s eyes.

The citizens of Fensville were overjoyed and ecstatic.

The man they saw as a superhero; their savior who could protect millions of lives in Fensville, had not been defeated.

They were saved!

Throughout Fensville, millions of voices erupted in cheers.

“Go for it, hero!”

“The hero must win!”

“Our hero has defeated these devils!”

Atop a skyscraper, Lilian, Claire, Christine, and other women heard the city’s chorus of cheers rising like a tidal wave, each one louder than the next.

They knew very well that the hero the citizens were referring to was none other than Gilmore.

A sense of pride swelled in their hearts.

Indeed, Gilmore was not only a hero in the eyes of the citizens of Fensville but also in their hearts.

They were all so very proud of him.

High above, the golden–robed cult master heard the shouts of Fensville’s citizens reverberating through the sky–all cheers of support for Gilmore and cries of defiance against the Eulogian Club.

This ignited a fierce glint in his eyes. “If I could defeat Gilmore, he thought, “I would capture all those in Fensville cheering

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for Gilmore and drag them back to the Devil Realm, forein them to toil and serve as slaves”

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wever, at that moment, the golden–robed cult master couldn’t concern himself too much with the citizens‘ shouts. His primary goal was to defeat Gilmore.

“Young man, I never imagined you could come out unscathed after being attacked by my Demon Dragon Sword. You must have some protective spiritual weapon, right?” the cult master said coldly, eyeing Gilmore.

Indeed, in the eyes of the cult master of the Eulogian Club, it was only possible for Gilmore to survive the Demon Dragon Sword’s assault because of some powerful protective spiritual weapon.

Gilmore chuckled internally, but he feigned surprise and said to the leader, “Your insight is sharp, cult master. You figured out so quickly that I have a protective spiritual weapon.

“True, I do have one, and your Demon Dragon Sword can’t hurt me. So why don’t you just surrender now?

“I might spare you. What do you say, cult master?”

Hearing this, the golden–robed cult master was so furious behind his mask that he turned blue with rage, his mouth twisted in anger.

“Hmph, young man, don’t think that just because you have a protective spiritual weapon, you can win against me. Dream on if you think I’ll surrender!” he retorted furiously.

“Heh, then why not give it a try and see if you still have a chance to beat me?” Gilmore responded with a cold smile,

Achill flashed in the eyes of the cult master. He refused to believe that Gilmore’s protective spiritual weapon could withstand endless attacks from the Demon Dragon Sword.

“Alright, young man, let’s see if you can handle the power of my Demon Dragon Sword’s lightning once again!”

With those words, the cult master’s sword launched another attack, thundering through the air.

One slash followed by another–the golden–robed cult master unleashed his second, third, and fourth strikes… The cult master in the golden robe unleashed a flurry of 10 sword strikes in rapid succession, pouring all his power into

them.

As he did so, the sky above Fensville lit up 10 times with astonishing brilliance.

His 10 sword strikes summoned wild winds, thunder, and lightning, wreaking havoc across Fensville’s skies in a display of sheer terror.

These strikes, transforming into 10 serpentines, dragon–like bolts of lightning, relentlessly targeted Gilmore.

Confronted with the cult master’s relentless barrage of 10 sword strikes, each accompanied by dragon–like bolts of lightning amidst the raging storm, Gilmore’s expression remained utterly unchanged.

When the first sword light was unleashed by the cult master, Gilmore did harbor some concerns about whether he could withstand the might of the Demon Dragon Sword.

However, as the sword light of the Demon Dragon Sword neared, Gilmore clearly felt that its power was not strong enough to shake his abilities.

In fact, he realized that his strength was far greater than he had originally thought.

Thus, facing the cult master’s 10 consecutive strikes, he felt no pressure whatsoever, regarding them with a nonc