Making Millions With The Eyes Of God

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In the sky above, Gilmore looked unfazed by the cult master’s relentless 10 sword strikes.

But down below, Lilian, Claire, Christine, and other women, along with Spencer, Tillman, and the martialists of the Dragon Sect, as well as the millions of citizens of Fensville, couldn’t take it so lightly.

They all felt the overwhelming power of the cult master’s 10 consecutive strikes in the sky, each surge of sword light stronger than the last, their power seemingly more than 10 times the first attack.

Therefore, they were worried. While Gilmore might have withstood the first strike from the cult master, enduring this series of 10 consecutive, fearsome attacks was a different story.

At that moment, one after another, the thunderous sword rays struck Gilmore in the sky.

Thunderous roars, like stunning peals of thunder, kept erupting above.

The sky turned into a maelstrom, as if the heavens and earth were about to be turned upside down.

As the cult master watched the Demon Dragon Sword unleashing its earth–shattering sword light, striking Gilmore again and again, his eyes sparkled.

He couldn’t believe that his 10 consecutive strikes with the Demon Dragon Sword couldn’t reduce this guy to ashes.

The thunderous roars echoed 10 times across the sky.

Finally, calm returned.

The wind ceased, the clouds dispersed, and sunlight broke through, bathing the city in its warm glow.

However, in the sky where Gilmore was, there remained a dazzling orb of light.

This orb shone like a second sun, albeit much smaller than the real one above.

The cult master looked intently at this mini–sun–like orb of light.

Down below, Lilian, Claire, Christine, and other women, along with Spencer, Tillman, and the martialists of the Dragon Sect, as well as the millions of people in Fensville, all fixed their eyes on this mesmerizing, sun–like orb.

Suspended in the air, this orb emitted breathtaking light and an astonishing energy that left everyone breathless.

The cult master felt a surge of amazement. This sun–like orb of light, resulting from the concentrated energy of his 10 sword strikes with the Demon Dragon Sword, seemed to defy belief.

But when the energy of the sword light struck Gilmore, wasn’t it supposed to render him into dust and then dissipate?

Why was the energy still lingering and not dispersing?

Just as the golden–robed cult master harbored these doubts and Lilian and the others on the ground worried about Gilmore’s safety, something unexpected happened.

Suddenly, the sun–like energy orb hovering in the sky began to shrink.

It rapidly condensed into a sphere the size of a basketball.

And this ball of light settled onto a palm.

That palm belonged to none other than Gilmore.

Seeing this, the cult master was dumbstruck.

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He thought he was seeing things. As the mini–sun–like energy or shrank into a basketball–sized sphere, Gilmore, who should have been utterly destroyed, reappeared in his view.

Gilmore was alive!

To the cult master, this was like a bolt from the blue, an indescribable blow to his spirit.

His 10 consecutive strikes with the Demon Dragon Sword, so terrifying in their power, had left Gilmore unscathed with not a hair out of place.

The cult master couldn’t believe his eyes.

Meanwhile, seeing Gilmore safe and sound, Lilian, Claire, Christine, and everyone in Fensville erupted into earth–shaking

cheers once more.

Gilmore, in the air, curved his lips into a smile, looked at the shocked cult master, and said, “Eulogian Club cult master, are you disappointed that I didn’t die?”

The cult master felt more than disappointment. He was in despair.

His 10 consecutive strikes, having contained all his cultivation power, were meant to be fatal.

At this moment, the golden–robed cult master was at his wit’s end. Not only was he unable to harm Gilmore with his 10 consecutive Demon Dragon Sword strikes, but he also lacked the strength to execute them.

Therefore, his top priority was to make a quick escape.

Otherwise, he feared that his life would end here.

With a vengeful glare filling his eyes, he looked at Gilmore and said, “Young man, don’t get cocky. Even though I can’t kill you today, seeing as how you caused major damage to the Eulogian Club, I won’t let you off easily.”

Gilmore responded with a cold laugh, “Are you saying all this just to find a way to escape?”

The cult master’s eyes widened in surprise after hearing that.

He hadn’t expected Gilmore to see right through his intentions. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Indeed, while speaking with Gilmore, the cult master’s hands, hidden under his long sleeves, were forming hand seals.

“Heh, Gilmore, you are indeed sharp–witted,” the cult master said with a sinister laugh, “but even if you know I’m planning to escape, you can’t stop me.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the hand seals he had been forming under his sleeves were completed.

“Boom!”

Suddenly, the air around him vibrated, and a burst of light emanated from his body.

Rays of golden light burst forth from the cult master’s golden robe, revealing golden runes that emerged from his attire.

Clearly, he was activating a powerful spiritual weapon that radiated immense energy.

Hidden within his robe was the Dragon Armor, a top–tier magical armor made from the skin and bones of a dragon, endowed with the dragon’s formidable strength.

This armor wasn’t just a shield against powerful enemies. It harbored the supreme power of the dragon, which, once

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unleashed, could even help us wearer escape from the most perilous situations.

The cult master typically refrained from using the full might of the Dragon Armor, reserving it solely for life–and–death

escapes.

Given that he rarely faced such dire situations, this was, in fact, the first time he was deploying the armor’s full potential.

With the supreme power of the Dragon Armor at his disposal, coupled with the activation of the matrix spell through his hand seals, the cult master was brimming with confidence about his