The golden dragon let out a furious roar as it soared around in the air. In the blink of an eye, the golden dust faded as the dragon aura inside Wilbur was going berserk. Wilbur felt like he had beenpletely drained of his energy, falling from mid-air andnding paralyzed on the ground.


    Wilbur looked at pieces of the Shadow King''s body. The dragon aura was currently feeding on them, turning them to golden dust before disappearingpletely. The jet-ck limbs continued to struggle, and the Shadow King''s broken fist even clenched itself but quickly dissipated into thin air.


    Wilbur could feel the energy that had belonged to the Shadow King quickly dissipating, as did the sprawling Domain of the Holy Sword. The white shield of light disappeared as well, and all that could be seen was an endless sea.


    Wilbur looked down then. Before the white light beneath his feet disappeared, he leaped onto a cargo boat. The first dragon cauldron sat in front of him as Wilbur worked to channel all the dragon aura outside of his body into the cauldron before copsing to the ground once more.


    "Mister Penn!"


    Tracius came rushing over with Haron and Motlon, crowding around Wilbur and asking how he was.


    "Are you alright, Mister Penn?"


    "I''m quite alright. Everything''s over now."


    Wilbur watched as the Domain of the Sword slowly faded, letting out a sigh. "It''spletely Kearson''s fault that he ended up in this state."


    It was hard for regr people to understand cultivator speak, and they knew nothing about dimensionalws either. On top of that, Kearson had cultivated light and darkness powers from apletely different dimension. Wilbur knew that even if he told the others about this, they would never believe him.


    Thus, this would be simply exined by Kearson''s defeat. Haron watched the Domain of the Holy Sword slowly fade away as he said with a voice filled with hatred and resentment, "That bastard''s finally dead. Molton and I would be rich by now if it wasn''t for him."


    Molton was overwhelmed with emotion. "That''s right. Now that Kearson''s dead, we can finally do what we wanted to do."


    Wilbur and Tracius exchanged nces. The both of them were cultivators, and thus hardly cared about the affairs in Rostead. To Wilbur, it was indeed true that Haron and Molton had gone through a great deal of suffering, and they would be free to choose the life they wanted now that Kearson was dead.


    Just then, Haron suddenly grew nervous. "Mister Penn, does our agreement from before still stand?"


    "Of course. I made a promise to you, and I''m going to keep it."


    After resting for a while, Wilbur got to his feet. Haron brought Wilbur to inspect the twenty thousand pieces of jade they had prepared. The pieces were all antique jade and emitted a faint fishy smell simr to the ocean. This smell was only recognizable to cultivators, an indicator that the quality of these jade pieces was the same as the two pieces Molton had given to Wilbur before. In fact, some of the twenty thousand pieces were of even better quality.


    Wilbur wasted no time at all, asking for Molton''s bank ount and making a call to have three hundred million dors transferred over to him.