?Chapter 628


    An ancient aura spilled out, filling the deminepletely.


    The Crystal Bone was converted to grace points in a split second.


    Wilbur stared at his newly gained 1,200 grace points. His grin was so wide it almost hurt his face.


    Sure enough, the Crystal Bone was a contribution of an entirely different level.


    The screen lit up, disying a myriad of options.


    The very first one glittered brightly, practically beckoning at Wilbur.


    He took a look and was intrigued at once.


    ''Dragonme, the ancient dragon n''s power to breathe fire. The Dragonme can destroy anything and everything in its path and increases in power as the cultivator''s own skills improve with no limit.


    Wilbur was drawn to it at once, unable to look away.


    Powers with no limits were usually the most powerful ones, and this was a special one from the ancient dragon n.


    The ancient dragon n was said to be an immensely powerful tribe during ancient times. Each of their powers was phenomenal without a doubt.


    Wilbur had traits of the ancient dragon n, and the power of the Dragonme would definitely be all the more terrifying if he were to wield it.


    He would have another move to use on his enemies, and it was a dangerously powerful one too.Exclusive ? material by N?(/v)elDrama.Org.


    This was a power that was right up his alley, and he could hardly resist it.


    Upon taking a look at the grace points it would cost, however, Wilbur''s expression sank at once.


    The power, would you have it, happened to cost exactly twelve hundred grace points.


    Wilbur was certain that the old dragon was doing this on purpose. It seemed to drain whatever grace points Wilbur contributed each time clean, offering him powers that he could not look away from to keep himing back with more contributions.


    He was going to get himself a Scorching Pill to improve his well-being before anything, but it was clear that that was out of the question if he wanted the Dragonme.


    A long dilemmater, Wilbur decided to follow through with getting the Dragon me. It was a power that could grow infinitely, and he could not resist it.


    Letting out a long sigh, Wilbur hit the button to confirm his choice.


    The screen lit up, and the golden me symbolizing the Dragonme floated out and into his body.


    Just then, a small golden me appeared in Wilbur''s Spiritual Furnace, swaying softly.


    He was out of grace points then, and the screen disappeared without a trace before he could even get onest nce at it.


    Wilbur waited for a while. To his mild disappointment, nothing happened.


    He was even thinking that that old dragon might finally show up after such a big contribution to surprise Wilbur with a little something, but that was clearly not happening.


    Oh, well. Wilbur was the equivalent of an ant in the old dragon''s eyes.


    An ant would never be able to guess a human being''s next move, the same way he would never be able to figure


    the old dragon out. The two of them were onpletely different levels.


    Just then, Wilbur spotted the me serpent. He shed a sly grin at it, and the serpent could not help but tremble all over.


    Wilbur put his hands together, taking a deep breath before shouting, "Dragon''s Exhale."


    All at once, a thin, gold spark shot out of his mouth. It spread into a sea of mes,pletely enveloping the serpent.


    At the same time, the temperature of the demine rose at an rming rate.


    The me serpent let out a cry of agony, thrashing about heavily as it began to burn with bright golden mes.


    The next second, Wilbur''s expression turned sour. He had thought that since the me serpent was a fire-based creature, it would surely be able to withstand the Dragonme and merely suffer a light burn.