The Almighty Dragon General

“You’re so impatient.” Lady Herodias kicked Yegor without much patience.”

Haven’t you heard what James said? Shouldn’t we settle things here first?”

Yegor replied, “With so many sects, how long do you think it’ll take to arrange each one individually?” “It’s not that complicated.” James smiled. “You can just give instructions to a few key figures.”

As he spoke, he flipped his hand and unleashed a powerful Marciais Power that struck into the void. It swiftly formed a slowly rotating vortex.

Yegor widened his eyes. ‘This… this is Yianni’s top-tier Supernatural Signature Skills, the Marciais Soul Vortex?” ‘The Marciais Soul Vortex…” Lady Herodias’ voice trembled, “Is it the Dawn Supernatural Power that can ignore formations and restrictions, tear through space at will, and even cross space-time?”

While the couple was astonished, they saw James’ other hand suddenly summoning a tri-color force of gray, black, and white, coalescing into a black illusory massive hand that plunged into the Marciais Soul Vortex. In the next moment, one after another, living beings were pulled out, cautiously surveying their surroundings.

were completely stunned by James’ Dawn Supernatural Power. Tearing through space was something most powerhouses could do, but casually grabbing people across space was a Supernatural Power possessed

merely at the Fifth Xaeclon Rank, yet he could grab people across space with his

Marciais Soul Vortex as

beings, all top figures under James’ control from various sects and legion levels. Among them were Rebella, Yancy, Xatia, Taran, Jurryt, Hershya, Qairo, Talvelai, and Xezal from the Jademora Empire. On the other side stood Lamuel and Makara from

excited greetings, but with an

as

led by Rebella, immediately brandished their weapons, emanating a murderous intent towards the powerhouses of the Four Great Sects. The powerhouses from the sects hesitated for

the saying, ‘No conflict, no acquaintance’.” “Master!” Rebella turned her head to

because of them.” “With so many lives on their hands, they dare to appear

waved his hand, and the longsword in Talvelai’s hand