A thinyer of ice formed around Felix as well, freezing him to the spot before Dalton sent him flying over a dozen meters.


    Following that, Dalton turned to Conrad. "I''ll let you leave in peace if you do that now, Lord Conrad."


    "Ha, I see."


    Conrad shrugged. "Well, Wilbur and I are just regr friends. I''m not about to put my life on the line for him. Since this is between the both of you, it can stay that way. I''m leaving myself out of it. Goodbye, Dalton."


    Upon saying the words, Conrad flew away from Pulsa Lake.


    "Ha!" Dalton barked, turning back to look at Wilbur in the icy pir tauntingly. "Your ally just abandoned you, Wilbur! How sad, but you''ve got nowhere to run now."


    Conrad''s departure did not leave Wilbur feeling disappointed in the slightest, as he had never expected Conrad to truly be on his side. Instead, Wilbur was relieved to see him go as he could finally release the dragon aura in his body.


    He summoned the Azure Dragon Spear, hurling it against the icy wall in front of him. Yet the arrow merely bounced off the ice, leaving a small crack in its wake.


    "Hahaha! I''d give it up if I were you, Wilbur," Daltonughed wildly. "You aren''t breaking out of that ice even if you give it your best. I have to say that you''re definitely the most powerful dragon n cultivator I''ve evere across. So, I''ll give you a chance. If you get on your knees and bow to me three times, I''ll let Felix and Augheimer go. They don''t really have much value to me, anyway."


    "It''s only one chance, though. I''m going to count to three, and you have until then to decide."


    "One... two... three!"


    Wilbur took a few steps backward. He charged all of a sudden, striking the icy wall with a punch as he cast the Dragon Spell. A pale white dragon appeared, breaking through the icy wall and shattering it to pieces.


    The white dragon came whipping over, flicking its tail against Dalton and knocking him over a dozen meters out.


    "Mister Dalton!"


    "Chief!"


    ...


    The six Dragon yer Cultivation members ran over to help Dalton up. Pain shot through Dalton''s stomach, and he fell onto his knees as blood sprayed out of his mouth.


    Just then, a series of footsteps rang from the snow. Dalton looked up at Wilbur, shouting, "Get him, get him!"


    The Dragon yer Cultivation members drew their swords, charging toward Wilbur from six different directions. Wilbur stomped on the ground, and a white dragon appeared. It swam around him defensively, then knocked all six men into the air, who subsequently exploded.


    Wilbur gritted his teeth as he scowled at Dalton. "It''s your turn now, big guy."


    Dalton swayed as he got to his feet, wiping the blood away from his mouth as he radiated a ck aura. "I''ve killed a thousand dragon n cultivators without fail, and today will be no exception. I''m going to redeem the pride of the Dragon yer Cultivation that you destroyed today..."