"Horace, how about we make a bet?"
Sylvus looked at Horace with a smile.
Hearing his na called directly, Horace couldn't help but frown, though he was also sowhat intrigued.
"A bet on what?"
"If I can endure these flas for one minute, you give a treasure. If I endure for ten minutes, you give ten treasures, and I get to choose them myself. How about it?"
Sylvus said, looking at Horace mischievously.
Hearing Sylvus's words, Horace was stunned.
Was this guy crazy?
The strength of the White Spirit Flas was under his control.
If he wanted, he could unleash the full power of the flas, and Sylvus wouldn't last a second, let alone a minute.
"Interesting. I'll take your bet. But if you lose, what will happen then?"
Horace asked, confident that he couldn't lose this wager.
"If I lose, you can do whatever you want with ," Sylvus replied.
Horace narrowed his eyes, feeling like he might be falling into Sylvus's trap.
Given his power and status, there was nothing Sylvus could offer him, so it seed that Sylvus was just gambling.
"Alright then, but you'd better hold on!"
Horace nodded.
He didn't mind—it would help him pass the ti, which was a reward in itself.
...
As Horace spoke, the surrounding White Spirit Flas erupted, quickly surging towards Sylvus.
"Fire Spirit!"
Seeing the approaching flas, Sylvus activated his ability, and a burst of firelight emanated from his body.
The previously scorching aura vanished instantly, and when the White Spirit Flas reached him, Sylvus wasn't hard at all.
"Oh? No wonder you dared to bet with —you have so tricks up your sleeve."
Seeing the flas on Sylvus's body, Horace's eyes flashed with surprise.
However, he quickly sneered as the aura of the surrounding White Spirit Flas intensified again.
"No feeling at all."
Sylvus muttered, watching the increasingly fierce White Spirit Flas.
With his strength, Horace naturally heard Sylvus's words, and his displeasure grew.
This guy actually dared to say his divine flas were nothing—that was an insult!
"Let's see how long you can keep that attitude!"
Horace snorted coldly.
The White Spirit Flas transford into a giant white serpent, wrapping around Sylvus.
"Are you ready to beg for rcy now?"
Seeing Sylvus bound by the serpent, Horace smiled.
He was only using one percent of his power, but even a Divine King couldn't withstand it.
He didn't believe Sylvus was a Divine King, especially since this Divine Domain allowed only Heavenly Deities at most.
However, when he looked at Sylvus, Horace was stunned.
Sylvus was completely unhard and was even stroking the serpent wrapped around him.
"This illusion is quite realistic—the texture isn't bad either. Horace, just don't let this thing lick with its tongue. That's too gross."
Sylvus said, suddenly looking at Horace.
Hearing this, Horace snapped back to reality, his heart filled with shock.
"How is this possible? Could this guy also be at the Deity Emperor level? Otherwise, how could he ignore my White Spirit Flas?"
Horace couldn't believe what he was seeing—Sylvus was completely calm.
"Horace, it's been a minute."
Sylvus smiled at Horace.
Horace took a deep breath—he couldn't believe it.
He, a dignified Deity Emperor, the Lord of the Radiant Palace, one of the Divine Realm's top powerhouses, couldn't even handle this kid.
"Don't worry—the flas will get stronger from here on."
Horace snorted coldly.
...
The white serpent around Sylvus began to glow, and this ti, Horace was serious.
Seeing Horace's cold expression, Sylvus smiled faintly.
"Doesn't matter—I'm invincible, do as you like."
...
Under Horace's control, the entire space began to heat up.
The space around Sylvus started to beco unstable, as if it would shatter at any mont.
"Three minutes."
Sylvus said calmly, still unaffected.
Horace frowned—he had already used fifty percent of his power.
Even a Divine Lord couldn't withstand that, but Sylvus seed completely unaffected.
"If that's the case, then I'll have to go all out!"
Horace muttered, and the power of the White Spirit Flas increased again, now at sixty percent.
"Five minutes."
Sylvus was still unscathed.
...
The flas erupted once again, and the white serpent burned brighter.
The surrounding space began to collapse as Horace used seventy percent of his power.
"Six minutes."
"Seven minutes."
"Nine minutes."
Nine minutes later, Horace stood there in a daze.
He had used one hundred percent of his power, and the surrounding space had started to break apart.
"Who is this kid? How is he this monstrous?"
Horace thought, shocked as he looked at Sylvus.
The fully unleashed White Spirit Flas could defeat even a Deity Emperor, but Sylvus was completely unfazed.
"Sorry, but it's been ten minutes."
Sylvus said with a smile.
In the next second, he disappeared, reappearing beside Horace, the flas on his body dissipating.
Seeing Sylvus in front of him, Horace ca back to his senses and waved his hand, retracting the White Spirit Flas, though he still found it hard to believe.
He had actually lost, and not just lost—he lost with the White Spirit Flas at full power.
"You... What level are you?"
Horace asked, swallowing hard as he looked at Sylvus.
"? A One-Star Lower Deity."
Sylvus replied with a smile.
Hearing this, Horace's face darkened.
"Kid, be honest—don't think you can fool a Deity Emperor that easily."
A One-Star Lower Deity?
Of course, Horace didn't believe it.
How could a re Lower Deity ant survive for so long in the full power of the White Spirit Flas?
If Sylvus were a Deity Emperor, Horace wouldn't be surprised by his loss.
Even if Sylvus were just a Divine Lord, Horace might be able to accept it.
After all, there are always people with extraordinary ans.
Horace thought it highly likely that Sylvus was a Deity Emperor.
Even Horace couldn't see through Sylvus's level.
For Sylvus to claim he was a One-Star Lower Deity was basically mocking Horace, implying he was weaker than an ant.
...
"I really am a One-Star Lower Deity."
Sylvus shook his head helplessly and released his aura.
The power of a One-Star Lower Deity spread throughout the space.
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