The Almighty Dragon General

In the void of the Yggdrasil Sect, a mysterious figure wearing a mask and dressed in a black robe wielded a black longsword, surrounded by a menacing aura of killing intent.

He engaged in a fierce battle against a dozen peak Ninth Tribulation powerhouses of the Yggdrasil Sect.

Single-handedly facing a dozen powerhouses, the mysterious figure overwhelmed the Yggdrasil Sect’s powerhouses, rendering them powerless and unable to approach.

Just then, Perthacus’ voice echoed from the void.

“Punisher of the Nine Heavens, you truly court death!” Upon hearing this, the mysterious figure suddenly spread his hands.

“Break!” In the next moment, the black longsword split into two, then four, multiplying rapidly until it became thirty-two swords.

With swift precision, they radiated outwards, piercing through over a dozen powerhouses of the Yggdrasil Sect.

Boom! With thunderous booms, the pierced powerhouses either exploded on the spot or were sent flying, their bodies either lifeless or severely wounded.

The remaining Sword Lights then rushed towards Perthacus at lightning speed.

“You must die today!” Perthacus roared in anger, unleashing two immense and terrifying bursts of Genesis Power, swiftly condensing into two massive palm prints.

Another intense explosion erupted as the palm prints collided with the incoming Sword Lights.

did not confront him head-on but instead retracted the black longsword, swiftly harvesting the surrounding living beings of the

flash of the Sword Light resulted in swathes of low-level living beings falling, their heads flying and limbs scattering, painting a scene of unparalleled bloodshed

the crowd of the Yggdrasil

could not fully unleash his power because the mysterious figure had already mingled with the low-level living beings of the

attacked, he would end up killing his own

“Abomination!” Perthacus roared.

With that, he swiftly drew a golden longsword and charged into

front of the Yggdrasil Palace, James and Lucille watched as this

The two exchanged glances.

Sword Art, isn’t that the Supernatural Signature Skills

Clayton?” said Lucille.

smiled faintly as if he had already known the identity of the

retreat and set up the

a streak of black Sword Light from the southwest

muffled thuds, they annihilated tens of thousands of the

turn his head, and his expression was filled with

wings and carried a huge

mysterious white-haired girl wearing a snow-white robe and