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.

him head-on but instead retracted the black longsword, swiftly

in swathes of low-level living beings falling, their heads flying and limbs scattering, painting a scene

of the Yggdrasil Sect, mercilessly slaughtering

rage, but he could not fully unleash his power because the mysterious figure had already mingled

he would end up killing his

“Abomination!” Perthacus roared.

to your doom today.” With that, he swiftly drew a golden longsword and charged into the crowd

front of the Yggdrasil Palace, James and Lucille watched

The two exchanged glances.

Seizing Sword Art, isn’t that the

Clayton?” said Lucille.

if he had already known the identity of the

up with the mysterious figure, Perthacus angrily shouted, “All of you retreat and set up the Golden

to set up the Golden Formation, a streak of black Sword Light from the southwest void swiftly arrived, instantly turning

thuds, they annihilated tens of thousands of the

Perthacus sharply turn his head, and his expression

spread its wings and carried a huge

ice phoenix sat a mysterious white-haired girl wearing a snow-white robe and