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Making 717
Making 717
However, Spencer, Tillman, Victor, and the others knew that Gilmore was not one to make empty promises.
His words always carried weight, and they could see the unwavering determination in his eyes.
This made them believe, deep down, that Gilmore truly had the capability to annihilate all demon cultivators.
A newfound sense of confidence and courage surged within them.
Agrula, with a flash of anger in his eyes, looked at Gilmore and warned, “Young man, I’d advise you not to boast in our presence. Bragging here could cost you your life.
“Now, hand over Gideon and his son. He is under my command.
“By absorbing the Eulogian Club, you’re opposing me and the Devil Realm.”
Gilmore replied with a smile, “I’m sorry, but I can’t hand them over to you. Gideon is now a menial worker in the Fensville Dragon Sect, in charge of sanitation and various chores.
“As for his son, he’s a prisoner in our cells.”
Hearing that Gideon and his son were reduced to a janitor and a prisoner, Agrula clenched his fists unconsciously. “Do you have the Royal Dragon Egg?” Agrula’s gaze was sharp and piercing, as if trying to see right through Gilmore. But Gilmore was straightforward, “Yes, the Royal Dragon Egg is with me.”
Gilmore’s tone and his nonchalant gaze were seen as slight by Agrula.
To Agrula, Gilmore’s demeanor seemed to say, “Yes, I have the Royal Dragon Egg. What are you going to do about it?”
Thus, in a somewhat irritated manner, Agrula said to Gilmore, Since you have the Royal Dragon Egg, then hand it over immediately.
“If not, your only path is death.”
Gilmore, unflinching, retorted, “If you want the Royal Dragon Egg, then you have to defeat me.
“If you can’t even beat me, you don’t deserve it.”
His dismissive attitude completely infuriated Agrula.
Agrula then turned to the Great Devil King, Adam, and pleaded, Great Devil King, let me kill this brat.”
The Great Devil King, with a somber look, nodded, “Agrula, go and confront him. But remember, do not kill him. I want
him alive.
The Great Devil King’s insistence on capturing Gilmore alive stemmed from his fear that Gilmore’s death would mean the Joss of the Royal Dragon Egg
After all, his leading of demon cultivators was solely for that prize.
“Yes, Great Devil King, Agrula responded.
He then mounted his magnificent flying steed and charged out from the ranks of the devil kings.
At this moment, Speticer approached Gilmore and volunteered, Mr. Reed, let me fight.”
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Tillman, Victor, and other core martialists of the Dragon Sect also offered, “Mr. Reed, allow me to fight for you.”
But Gilmore declined, saying, “No, the challenge is directed at me. You all just watch. There’s no need for you to intervene.”
With that, Gilmore soared into the air, stopping about 35 feet away from Agrula.
Gilmore didn’t let Spencer and the others fight because, with God’s Eye, he could see that Agrula was a king–level cultivator.
In comparison, Spencer and the others were only at the beginner’s level, which was worlds apart from Agrula’s might.
Their participation would only result in needless sacrifice.
Standing mid–air, Gilmore faced the imposing Agrula on his flying warhorse, showing no sign of fear.
A cold smile curled on Agrula’s lips, “You insolent young man, today you will witness what true dominion is.”
As his words fell, black mist started to seep from his body, emitting a deadly and icy aura that exploded into the surroundings.
The oppressive force radiated by Agrula not only targeted Gilmore but also enveloped all the martialists of the Dragon Sect. The sheer power of a king–level cultivator was overwhelming for Spencer, Tillman, Victor, and other core martialists of the Dragon Sect, who were merely at the beginner’s level. To them, resisting such force was an uphill battle.
Among the ten thousand martialists of the Dragon Sect, many were below the level of a grandmaster. The king–level pressure made them feel suffocated, as if death was knocking on their door.
At that moment, a flicker of red glinted in Agrula’s eyes, and with a sudden move, he struck Gilmore, who was 35 feet away in the void.
Boom!
The air vibrated with the impact, as a swirling windstorm enveloped the surroundings.
In an instant, a surge of black energy blasted forth, transforming into a colossal hand, swirling with dark energy.
This hand, resembling the grip of the Grim Reaper itself, lunged straight for Gilmore.
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The black hand shot out with incredible speed.
The terrifying gale raged in the sky, leaving Spencer, Tillman, and all other Dragon Sect martialists in a state of sheer panic and discomfort.
Before they could even clearly see how the hand had struck, they noticed Gilmore, suspended in the void, now grasped by the giant hand formed of black energy-
Only Gilmore’s head and neck were visible outside the hand, while the rest of his body was tightly gripped.
It seemed as if the hand, at any moment, could crush Gilmore into a bloody pulp. v.
As the violent wind abruptly ceased, Agrula, mounted on his flying warhorse, saw his black hand successfully capturing
Gilmore.
A look of ecstatic joy spread across his face, followed by loud laughter. “Hahaha, young man, I thought you were really that powerful
To think that my Chaps Devil Hand caught you so easily, what a disappointment,” he taunted.
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His words brought mocking smiles to the faces of the other devil kings.
They all thought to themselves. “Just as expected, he’s a mere blowhard, using bluffs and deceit to ‘conquer his foes.
Such a joke, daring to oppose us–it’s simply laughable.”
Spencer, Tillman, Victor, Lilian, Claire, and the other women watched in dismay as Gilmore was caught by Agrula’s massive black energy hand.
They felt helpless, sensing he had no power to resist.
“This can’t be happening. Mr. Reed is captured. We need to save him,” Spencer impulsively spoke, turning to Tillman, Victor, and the rest of the Dragon Sect’s core martialists.
They all agreed in unison, “Right, let’s go save Mr. Reed now.”
Just as they were about to risk everything to save Gilmore, he, trapped by the black energy hand, called out coldly, “Nobody moves. Anyone who dares to act is no longer one of us.
“I don’t need your help. I am not trapped.”
Gilmore’s words made Spencer, Tillman, and the others hesitate to make any move.
Wait a minute, did they just hear Gilmore say he didn’t need their help, that he wasn’t actually caught by Agrula’s black energy hand?
It was hard for Spencer and the others to reconcile this with what they saw–Gilmore, from his neck down, tightly grasped by the black energy hand. It seemed impossible to them that he wasn’t trapped.
Agrula, with a cold smirk, laughed, “Hahaha… What bravado! Clearly caught by my Chaos Devil Hand, and still claiming not to be trapped. I don’t even know what to say to that…
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