Mondorra suddenly burst intoughter. "Since he managed to kill Erin and Ketta, he must be a peak Sanctuary-level, right?"


    Kyra''s expression gradually turned grim.


    Despite knowing Wilbur was at such a formidable level, Mondorra still found it amusing.


    Could it be that he was even stronger than a peak Sanctuary level cultivator?


    After all, in a battle between two peak Sanctuary levels, neither cultivator could afford to underestimate the opponent, knowing that one of them would meet their demise.


    It was a fight where life and death were at stake and was noughing matter.


    Mondorra''s calm demeanor gave Kyra a sense of premonition.


    However, Tina remained confident.


    Ever since Wilbur killed Ketta, she idolized him blindly, believing him to be almost godlike, unbeatable by anyone.


    On the other hand, Wilbur remainedposed, even smiling.


    Mondorra noticed the change in Kyra''s expression and spoke slowly, "I''ll give you onest chance. I''ve lost my son, and you''re my only daughter remaining. Forget the past, kneel before me, and call me Father. Come back to me, and after I die, my wealth and my position will all be yours."


    Kyra gritted her teeth, her expression shifting constantly.


    Mondorra did not rush her and just sat there, quietly waiting.


    Wilbur, too, showed no signs of impatience as if waiting for Kyra to make her choice.


    However, Tina grew anxious and chimed in, "Miss Kyra, don''t forget about your mother''s death."


    Wilbur gently patted Tina''s shoulder and smiled. "Let her make her own choice."


    Tina froze, ultimately sighing in resignation.


    Seeing Kyra remain silent for so long, Mondorra seemed to lose patience.


    He slowly stood up and uttered, "It seems you''re still as naive, not realizing that only the strong can dominate. Simrly, only I can control your destiny."


    Mondorra conjured a massive double-ded axe as he spoke, its des enveloped in red spiritual mes as a terrifying spiritual pressure began to surge.


    In an instant, Mondorra transformed from an old man into a terrifying powerhouse.


    The overwhelming spiritual pressure seemed to drown Kyra and Tina, leaving them trembling with fear, their faces drained of color.


    Mondorra roared, "Kyra, this is what a powerful being looks like! Can you feel it?"


    Kyra and Tina, both barely able to stand, were pale and could not utter a single word.


    Mondorra once again surged his spiritual energy, engulfing himself in red spiritual mes.


    The mes soared high, ripping through the roof of the building, unleashing an even more violent spiritual pressure.


    Kyra and Tina could not bear the force and fell to their knees, their faces contorted in agony.


    Mondorra now seemed like an invincible war god, ring at Kyra.


    "This is yourst chance. Choose to return to me or die with Wilbur under my axe. Make your choice."


    His roar echoed through the living room like a demon''s fury, overwhelming everyone.


    Tina''s frail body was on the verge of copse, but when Wilbur ced a hand on


    her shoulder, all the pressure vanished.


    She looked at Wilbur in utter shock, who just smiled faintly.


    However, Wilbur let Kyra struggle under Mondorra''s spiritual pressure.


    "Make your choice!" Mondorra roared once again.


    Kyra lifted her head with great difficulty, gazing at her father.