My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 1183 - 461: Demon Divination_2

Chapter 1183: Chapter 461: Demon Divination_2

Duke of Stev smiled "warmly" and said proudly, "Exactly!" So, my boy, you should stop and let’s sit down and have a good talk. I am giving you the opportunity to sell your sister at a good price, otherwise, we will have to forcefully take her!

Owen Bertram’s face flushed red with anger, and he scolded, "North to fight against the Demon Court, east to repel Sang Island, south to battle the Red Clan, during the times when our nation needs to fight, you all are obedient but unwilling to contribute money or manpower! But now for your selfish interests, suddenly there are countless Sixth and Seventh Realm cultivators among you all! Excellent, excellent, excellent! You all are indeed the top noble families of my great Wu Kingdom!"

The words were an embarrassment to the five old founding dukes present. Duke of Stev’s complexion changed as he shouted, "Owen Bertram! Watch your status! Does a mere Horizon Bureau official dare to act wildly on my territory?"

Owen Bertram didn’t respond to his accusation. He grasped the hand of the cultivator from the Seventh Level with the same ferocity as before. His eyes were like a fierce tiger, staring at the Seventh Level cultivator as he questioned again, "If there is difficulty in the Great Wu, are you willing to fight for the nation?"

The Seventh Level cultivator remained seated with an unchanged expression but seemed slightly moved. In the end, however, he followed his heart and spoke a single word, "Yes."

Immediately after, he added, "But at this moment, you must stop!"

A hint of admiration flashed through Owen Bertram’s eyes as he said, "Very well, I will spare your useful life."

Those around them laughed, "What an arrogant tone..." It sounded as if you are sparing the Seventh Level cultivator’s life, are you crazy? A mere Sixth Realm cultivator dares to talk to a Seventh Realm expert like this?

The Seventh Level cultivator’s face turned icy, and it was a humiliation for a lower-level cultivator to speak so disrespectfully. Although he admired the Horizon Bureau official in his heart, at this moment, he couldn’t help but get angry and had to teach the man a lesson!

The momentum, like the Milky Way falling from the Nine Heavens, suddenly changed at that moment, as if the world was being sealed by a tiny teacup. Although everything seemed the same, everything had changed. A feeling of restriction had been added, for everything now was under the control of the Seventh Level cultivator.

Mini-world!

Despite being somewhat unique, this mini-world was still inferior to the one created by Master Lane. The Seventh Level cultivator who had joined Duke of Stev’s residence had lost his valuable "edge" at that moment, and naturally, couldn’t compare with the temperament developed by Master Lane amidst all the adversity he faced.

However, it went without saying that for a Seventh Realm to crush a Sixth Realm, the moment the Mini-world opened, it was time for Owen Bertram to be taught a lesson!

Yet, Owen Bertram’s face still showed the same admiration for the Seventh Realm cultivator, without the slightest panic, even though he was already inside the Mini-world.

The five old founding dukes shook their heads and evaluated Owen Bertram:

"Ignorant!"

"Arrogant!"

"Conceited!"

"Impulsive!"

"His death would be well-deserved!"

Yet the treasured sword hanging from Owen Bertram’s waist chimed and unsheathed itself automatically! The simple and unadorned long sword floated in midair, not launching any fierce attacks, but continuously expanding and releasing layers of surging sword energy, like a blossoming Queen of the Night, with an overwhelming and never-ending force!

Within just a few blinks of an eye, the sword energy had spread beyond the Mini-world of the Seventh Level cultivator and dissipated into the Real World. At that moment, the sword energy condensed again, forming an incredibly huge sword energy flower that wrapped around the entire Mini-world.

The Swordswoman was the very pistil of this flower.

After a long pause of astonishment, the Seventh Level cultivator’s mouth hung ajar, unable to close. The five founding dukes and their family’s other powerful cultivators were still somewhat uncertain, as their level was too low to see through the fact that the Mini-world was already surrounded and restrained by the sword energy.

They collectively looked at the Seventh Level cultivator, and from his expression, they obtained the most incredible and least believable answer.

"How could this be?!" The five old founding dukes’ eyes widened in shock, unable to restrain a Sixth Level cultivator? No, there must be something strange about that sword!

What to do now? None of the people present seemed capable of restraining Owen Bertram.

The Seventh Level cultivator took a deep breath, not daring to make a careless move. At this moment, his Dao foundation was in the hands of others. As long as the sword energy moved and shattered his Mini-world, his cultivation level would plummet instantly. The best outcome would be falling from the Seventh Realm to the Sixth Realm, and then stabilizing at the level of three or four Merits. The worst outcome... all of his Dao foundation might be destroyed by a single sword strike, leaving him a useless person for the rest of his life!

"Senior!" The Seventh-Level cultivator bowed deeply according to ancient etiquette, with his hands clasped in front of his chest, "I have offended you greatly, please forgive me." The person he was bowing to was not Owen Bertram, but the Swordswoman.

Owen Bertram discovered that the Swordswoman was not naturally cold, but rather... socially anxious. In his consciousness, she urged him anxiously: hurry up and deal with him, I don’t want to talk to strangers.

Owen Bertram’s large hand had already descended, his fingers gripping the forehead of the cultivator like holding a watermelon.

The cultivator couldn’t move or speak, his eyes darting around wildly, but he was helpless. His strength was far inferior to Owen Bertram, and his special techniques could not be casually executed under the cover of this sword energy.