Chapter 1373

There was no earth-shattering roar as one might have imagined, no overwhelming blaze, nor a chaotic surge of spiritual energy blanketing the sky. A layer of iridescent light enveloped Wilbur, effortlessly absorbing the onslaught. All the force began to dissipate the moment it made contact with the Dragon's Safehaven until it vanished completely. Wilbur, hands behind his back, stood within the protective Dragon's Safehaven, casually licking his lips as he calmly observed the three judges. Even the Lord of the Holy Illuminati would have to bow down obediently before the old dragon. Wilbur had the backing of the old dragon, after all. The three judges gazed at Wilbur within the light shield, their expressions turning serious. Wilbur smiled slightly, and after a minute, the protective effect of the Dragon's Safehaven disappeared. Wilbur stretched his limbs, a smirk playing on his lips. "The Sword of Judgment doesn't seem all that impressive, does it?" However, Michael burst into