My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner Chapter 983 - 983 494 The Country of Mourning3

983: Chapter 494: The Country of Mourning_3 983: Chapter 494: The Country of Mourning_3 The thing they all didn’t understand was that when Owen Bertram chose his Authority, he paid attention to “exclusiveness”.

Even if the power of the Authority was slightly weaker, it had to have this kind of exclusiveness in its domain.

There would be no related or similar Authority in its domain.

As long as Owen Bertram chose it, it ant he would monopolize the related domain and gain the upper hand in the Authority showdown!

The four-dal powers of Baker Refinent Sect rushed up aggressively, but one by one, they shattered like illusory bubbles.

After his four Authorities were shattered consecutively, he also spat out four mouthfuls of fresh blood, his whole person feeling weak and listless.

Originally, he had manipulated 108 Flying Swords, forming a Weapon Storm to attack Owen Bertram, but now the Flying Sword Storm had collapsed.

The other two, seeing this situation, lost most of their confidence, but the four-dal power of the Baker Refinent Sect gritted his teeth and shouted, “Don’t be discouraged, he shattered my four Authorities, but he must also be at the end of his strength, this is your opportunity!”

The two of them didn’t know if his judgnt was right or wrong, but after being encouraged, they sent forth five Authorities one after another, but the expected situation did not happen.

One by one, the golden ripples shattered, and Second dal let out a miserable scream, falling directly to the ground.

At this very mont, the “Judgent” Authority was descending upon them.

The past experiences of Three rits and Second dal flashed by quickly in the light and shadow.

Their sins were not too nurous.

They had resorted to so scheming tactics in their early competition with their peers, but later they focused mainly on the recent Fighting Techniques, which had affected innocent people.

However, the four-dal powerhouse of Baker Refinent Sect still held his ground, relying on his Spirit Fire Mysterious Soldier Banner, which was Tire-7, and still wanted to resist “Judgent”.

Owen Bertram was annoyed now and coldly snorted, taking out a Stone Cone.

Human Race Great Saint Supre Treasure!

It had slept in the National Treasury Secret Vault of the Wood Dynasty for countless years.

When it ca to Owen Bertram’s hands, it didn’t move at all, but just now, when Owen Bertram arrived above the Abyss Without Bottom at East Immortal Lake, the treasure suddenly burst forth with an imnse and distant aura, showing a few traces of “awakening”!

With just these few traces, Owen Bertram took out the treasure, which was enough to suppress everything on the ground.

Owen Bertram didn’t even use the Stone Cone to pierce the Spirit Fire Mysterious Soldier Banner.

All of the four-dal powerhouse’s stubbornness and persistence collapsed on the spot.

He quickly threw the Spirit Fire Mysterious Soldier Banner behind him, handing it over to his own Sect.

He then let “Judgent” bring him down to his knees, as his life’s sins flowed past him in the light and shadow…

With the appearance of the Human Race Great Saint Supre Treasures, the four-dal powerhouse knew he was no match.

Since that was the case, why waste a Tier-7 treasure?

Better to leave it for his own Sect.

However, Owen Bertram no longer paid attention to these three Sixth Realm cultivators and looked deeply in Stev’s direction.

Stev suddenly felt as if he had been locked onto by Owen Bertram.

In fact, he was already inside Owen Bertram’s domain and could not escape.

His whole body felt cold, and he had just been preparing to deliver the “final blow”, but you three didn’t give that opportunity!

You knelt too fast.

Therefore, Stev hesitated for only a slight mont before kneeling down with a plop, “Stev Clan admits our guilt and begs for a chance!

Stev Clan is willing to atone for our sins!”

Finally satisfied, Owen Bertram nodded, “Finally, there’s one sensible person.

Your death penalty can be spared, but you cannot escape the punishnt of being alive.

In the future, all of you will go to the battlefield.

For the countless innocent citizens of the Wood Dynasty you killed at East Immortal Lake, you must kill a hundred tis more of the foreign races on the battlefield to atone for your sins!”

“Alright, I will show you rcy outside the law and give you a chance to make ands for your sins.”

“Thank you, sir!”, Stev said, dripping with cold sweat.

Just now when Owen Bertram had locked onto him, he had felt like a little frog targeted by a venomous snake…

his life and death had hinged on Owen Bertram’s whim.

Since becoming a Sixth Great Realm cultivator, he had never experienced anything like this.

It was truly unbearable.

But he didn’t want to die yet.

Having finally reached the Sixth Realm, who would be willing to die without having the chance to flaunt his power?

With Stev as an example, the kneeling Three rits and Second dal, who were already being detained by “Judgent”, imdiately followed suit, “We are also willing to make ands for our sins, please show us rcy!”

Owen Bertram raised his hand, and a Little Gourd floated up.

From inside, a furry head erged, which was actually the Boundary Flower’s Umbrella Ball.

It floated up and sent out three small umbrellas that landed on the heads of the three Sixth Realm cultivators.

As Owen Bertram said, “Since it is to make ands for your sins, it cannot be empty promises!”

When the three small umbrellas reached their heads, the Sixth Realm cultivators hesitated, causing the umbrellas to sway and not land.

Owen Bertram glared at them, “What?”

In the domain, the power of “Judgent” greatly increased, ready to bring down punishnt and erase their lives.

“Enough, ” Stev was the first to submit, “I just want to ask sir one question, when our accomplishnts can make up for our sins, will we truly be set free?”

Owen Bertram said, “I, as an official, can make a Great Oath that I will not break my promise!”

By the ti it ca to that, even if the prohibition inside their bodies was removed, they would probably no longer have control of their lives and would be unable to withdraw from the battle.

So Stev made a fist salute towards the sky, “I, Stev, am willing!” The little umbrella shot into his body with a swoosh.

This little umbrella was different from Owen Bertram’s Spirit Seed, it was a kind of deadly poison mixed with the power of Spiritual Treasure Embryo and Green and Red Energy, which even the cultivators of Sixth Realm could hardly resist.

They would need to take the roots of Boundary Flower as an antidote every three months.