Living With My Lady Boss by Blue Silver Novel Full Episode novel Chapter 1325

"Your foolish low life! Do you know how the Church of Holy Illuminati has been able to stand strong for thousands of years?"

Wilbur narrowed his gaze coldly at Michael.

Michael continued to scream wildly. "It is precisely the long, deep history of our church that has allowed us to collect so much power! Low lives like you can hardly even imagine the power our weapons and treasures hold. Did you think you'd be able to defeat me just because you're at the Emperor level?"

Wilbur furrowed his brows, gripping the historical halberd.

Michael was currently completely engulfed in flames. He looked like the god of fire descended, lighting up the heavens with a blazing red glow.

This glow was even powerful enough to withstand Wilbur's domain.

It had to be said that the power of these divine weapons was indeed terrifying. They were capable of helping a cultivator of the Super Sanctuary level hold up against someone at the Emperor level.

The power of the Church of Holy Illuminati was definitely respectable as well.

Michael slowly began to make his way over to Wilbur, still engulfed in the flames as he shouted, "The power of our divine weapons can make up for what we lack in skills! Don't even think of getting smug just because you're at the Emperor level, you low life."

As he spoke, Michael waved the Blade of the Rising Sun before bringing it down harshly on Wilbur.

Wilbur darted to the side to avoid the attack. The space next to him shone with fine cracks, filling the air with a burnt smell.

"Emperor level, huh? What a joke! All your powers are useless in the face of the divine weapons!" Michael roared, swinging the sword again and again.

Wilbur did his best to pick up speed, narrowly avoiding the next few attacks.

Explosions sounded through the air as the heavens burned, countless cracks appearing throughout.

Tarron's jaw nearly fell off at the sight.

He had thought that Wilbur's powers were the limit, but now it seemed like Michael's were even stronger.

Under the terrifying assault of the Fabric of Torment and the Blade of the Rising Sun, Wilbur seemed to only be able to defend and duck with no chance to attack in the slightest.

Wilbur sneered, holding the historical halberd out in front of him. "The Twelve Chapters of the Divine Symphony: Third Chapter: Funeral of Sky and Sea."

A terrifying amount of spiritual energy surged out of Wilbur, filling the air within a hundred-meter radius.

The spiritual energy turned into deep azure seawater, drowning both Wilbur and Michael.

Michael was in shock. His body, along with Wilbur's, began to sink towards the bottom of this 'ocean'— but there seemed to be no bottom at all. Michael seemed to be falling endlessly.

Despite the fact that the Fabric of Torment was still in effect, Michael could no longer breathe. As he continued to fall, an enormous pressure overtook him and he felt like he was about to combust from it.

Amidst his terror, Michael roared, "What is this?"

Yet his voice was drowned out by the seawater, despite the fact that what he was saying was still visible from the way his mouth was moving.

Wilbur smiled as he fell alongside Michael. "The Twelve Chapters of the Divine Symphony have the power to defeat divine forces. Did you really think that busted old ring was going to help you survive?"