Kearson dug out something ck from his chest, hurling it downward.


    The ck lumpnded on the ground. Wilbur peered at it and realized it was a Dragon Cauldron.


    It was the sixth dragon cauldron!


    Despite most of the cauldron being stained a murky ck, Wilbur was certain through sensing its aura and the remaining color on it that this was the sixth dragon cauldron he was looking for. Wilbur was filled with glee. He had thought that he would never be able to find the cauldron, only for it to be right here.


    However, his happiness was not long-lived. After all, Kearson was Senior Fremont''s subordinate. Kearson would never willingly give the cauldron to Wilbur, which went against the rules that Fremont had set for Wilbur to acquire all the cauldrons.


    The priority at the moment, however, was the battle.


    Just then, Kearson''s shadownded from mid-air. His mouth moved, and a cold voice emitted from his throat. "I should thank you, young man. You gave me a new clone in this universe! It''s a pity I can''t give anything to you, though. You want the sixth dragon cauldron, don''t you? I''m giving it to you now. You can go to hell along with Fremont Skye!"


    "Wait, what?"


    Wilbur was shocked and was just about to say something. However, Kearson had already reached his side, striking a heavy blow to his belly and sending him flying.


    Wilburnded heavily against the wall of white light, springing backward andnding on the ground. The wall shattered as well with cracks extending several meters.


    Kearson''s shadow made his way over to Wilbur step by step. "All the resources and powers of the lower dimensions belong to me, the Shadow King. That includes you, Wilbur Penn. Your powers belong to me, too. I''m going to take them out of you."


    Wilbur muttered a chant then, activating his dragon aura and floating into mid-air. The surrounding dragon aura took shape in the form of a dragon.


    "What?"


    The Shadow King stared at Wilbur in shock. "How could you get such power like dragon aura from the upper dimensions? You bastard, even I haven''t gotten a chance like that before!"


    As he spoke, the Shadow King stretched out an arm. Yet it stopped in mid-air, and he had no choice but to lower his head and say, "F*ck this body. Why is your body so weak, Kearson?"


    "To hell with you!"


    Wilbur controlled the dragon to ram itself into the Shadow King. Yet just as that happened, the Shadow King suddenly generated a powerful suction force. "Give me all your dragon aura, Wilbur!"


    "Roar!"


    The Shadow King grabbed onto one of the dragon''s enormous paws. The dragon let out a roar of anguish as if it was in great pain. Yet no matter how much it struggled, the Shadow King held onto it relentlessly.


    Just then, Wilbur suddenly thought of the Dragon Move that he had spent a month cultivating but had never used. Now was the perfect moment, was it not? Wilbur put his hands together, muttering the chant before shouting, "First Level of Dragon Move: Lake Swimming Dragon!"


    As the words rang through the air, a ray of golden light formed a golden ball above Wilbur''s head. The next second, it flew out and entered the dragon''s body. Golden light shed, and the otherwise transparent dragon turned a brilliant shade of gold. A loud explosion could be heard, and the Shadow King''s body was blown to pieces.