Living With My Lady Boss romance Capítulo 45

Just as Jeremy's words rang through the air, Ian was seen walking up to him holding a wooden box. Ian got on his knees, passing the box to Jeremy above his head.

Jeremy opened the box with a wave of his hand. He took out a scroll and flicked it open in one swift move.

The scroll contained a painting of an elder clad in long robes. There was a sword on the elder's back as his robes billowed in the wind, looking extremely ethereal.

At the same time, a powerful pressure surged out from the painting. It enveloped the air, filling it with an unspeakable pressure.

Just then, Gerard got to his feet in shock. "Legend has it that the Owens family owns a portrait of an ancient ancestor who holds the power of an elite cultivator! It's said to be the clan jewel. Is this it?"

Gerard himself had lost a little composure.

It was hardly his fault, after all. The painting was a legendary treasure, and to witness it filled Gerard's chest with awe.

Matt was in shock as well, shaking as he stood up. He stroked his beard, exclaiming, "What a treasure! The power this painting hold is not something I deserve to own for sure! The Owens family sure is the most powerful clan."

Jeremy smirked coldly, then looked at Wilbur. "Young man. You're about to find out today what it means to be a clan with real power. You'll finally understand that it's not something that a young brat like you can screw with."

Wilbur shook his head. "Oh my. Is that it? Come on. Just pack it up already. Don't hurt yourself."

Jeremy shouted, "How dare you! To be in the presence of my ancient ancestor is to be in the presence of a god! Ancient ancestor, please take out the enemy for me."

As he spoke, Jeremy channeled a good amount of his energy into the painting. It lit up at once, and a terrifying force enveloped the entire island.

All at once, the winds whipped recklessly as the sky lost all light.

"Go to hell!" Jeremy shouted the words as an image of a sword appeared in the painting. It soared into the air, lighting up the night sky.

Following that, the sword image came charging downward in Wilbur's direction with an impossible force.

The sword shadow constricted the air wherever it passed, causing the wind to whip through the crowd's clothes and making it hard for them to open their eyes.

In the blink of an eye, the light grew to the size of almost a hundred meters. It emanated a terrifying sword aura, swinging in the direction of the painting's sword image.

Both terrifying forces collided in mid-air.

A deafening sound rang through the air as both attacks exploded into a shower of brilliant sparks. It was as if it was raining shooting stars.

Both forces collided and exploded again and again, hurtling around in the air before slowly fading.

Sealake Island resumed its peace and quiet.

The three clans were trembling, curled in on themselves on the ground. The collision had scared the wits out of them, and they could hardly even stand.

Wilbur was the only person standing, with his hands behind his back as he stared at the crowd expressionlessly.