Ramont looked at Ad coldly and dered, "You''re dead, Ad!"


    All of a sudden, an explosion sounded on the porch. Smoke and debris flew everywhere, as Ramont and Adnded hard on the ground.


    Ramont spat out a mouthful of blood. At the same time, Wilbur and Augheimer rushed out from where they had been hiding to fly toward the other figure in the smoke.


    Just then, Wilbur sensed a powerful energy aura descending in the area. At thest moment, he grabbed Augheimer and held him back. "Wait, don''t go over there!"


    "Arrrggghhhh! You''re all dead, all of you!" Ad roared as a powerful energy aura spread outward. The powerful waves sent Wilbur and Augheimer flying back over a dozen meters.


    Afternding on the ground, Wilbur helped Augheimer up. "Are you alright?"


    "I''m f-fine! Come on, we have to save the City Lord!"


    "Don''t worry, he won''t die as long as I''m around!"


    Wilbur charged toward Ramont just as Ad darted up to Ramont as well. A fight broke out between Ramont and Ad, and Wilbur summoned the Magic Dragon de at once as he shouted, "Let me help you, Lord Ramont!"


    As he spoke, Wilbur swung the sword towards Ad. A ck defensive shield appeared all of a sudden, and Wilbur struck his sword against it. Ad surged with energy aura, and Wilbur was sent flying from it at once.


    "That''s..."


    Wilbur caught himself in mid-air, widening his eyes in disbelief. Ad had three hundred thousand years of cultivation in him! What was he doing in the middle dimensions?


    While Wilbur was distracted by that thought, Ad grabbed Ramont by the arm and struck him in the stomach hard before sending him flying with enormous pressure.


    "Lord Ramont!"


    Augheimer darted to the side, grabbing Ramont. Ad was in no hurry to attack, staring at the two men coldly as he spat, "How dare you humiliate me like this, you weakling. I''m going to torture you to death today and have you meet your demise in agony and despair. But before that, I''m going to break every single bone in your body. Listen up! There would be no Lord Odysseus without me! You turned your back against me, Ramont, and I''m going to break your spine for it."


    Blood trickled down the corners of Ramont''s lips. "I really underestimated you, Ad. You have a Power Elixir Drop!"


    "That''s right, I do, and you''re not going to believe this. One of my Power Elixir Drops alone holds three hundred thousand years of cultivation, whereas the drops you weaklings ved away for only hold a hundred thousand. Hahahaha!"