The dragon let out a howl of fury, soaring around the air before clawing at the black panther's head. It snapped off the panther's shoulders with one firm twist, and the dragon flicked its tail sharply to crumble the panther's body into dust.
A powerful explosion of rampant spiritual energy burst through the air at once. The black panther was the center of the formation. Now that it was slain, the spiritual energy shot out as the eight members of the Black Panthers were forced out of their invisible states and suffered severe backlash.
Wilbur stared down at the eight members coldly. "It's your turn now."
Just then, a ray of golden light shot out of the four cauldrons onto the ground, forming the shape of a person. A white-haired elder appeared in front of the eight Black Panthers, who knelt in front of him. "At your service, Master."
The senior looked at Wilbur calmly. "Please let them go on my account, young man."
"Who are you?"
Wilbur was nothing but confused as to who this man who had just shot out of the four Dragon Cauldrons was, but recognition quickly dawned on him as he widened his eyes in shock. "Are you…?"
"That's right, buddy. I'm Fremont Skye. These are my servants. I cannot let the Nine Dragon Cauldrons fall into the hands of others, or the secret of the dragon clan will be exposed, which will bring a terrible storm to the planet, bringing great tragedy to us all. In order to find the chosen one while also stopping any evil cultivators from getting their hands on the cauldrons, I entrusted the eight of them as protectors. You're the first person who's had the chance to meet me in decades. Congratulations on passing my test."
"Oh, so you're Senior Fremont Skye."
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