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.

Dawn Supernatural Power. Tearing through space was something most powerhouses could do, but casually grabbing people across space was a Supernatural Power possessed only by the Daeclon Rank powerhouses. Even Yehria could only summon living beings at will within

people across space with his Marciais Soul. It was

as the last living being

a dozen living 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 the Jercente Sect, Xantoni and Wayra from Tempestara, Tace and Princess Laelia from

excited greetings, but with an eerie atmosphere. After all, they were

naturally abounded as

a moment of astonishment, the powerhouses of the Jademora Empire, led by Rebella, immediately brandished their weapons, emanating a murderous intent towards the

saying, ‘No conflict, no acquaintance’.” “Master!” Rebella turned her head to glare at James. ‘They’re Tai Chi’s lackeys. Why have you brought them here?” “That’s right!” Yancy of the Sanctum Sect, Wylie, died at

to appear before US? Let’s kill them!” Talvelai roared, wielding a sword imbued with vast Genesis Power, and

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