The Almighty Dragon General

“Historial Cloud Master, Wynneth Zolstice, Supreme Sword God, Hawthorne Longstride,” Herodias addressed them, a hint of amusement in her voice, “The two of you were once unrivaled figures, commanding legions and reigning supreme over countless living beings.

Do you acknowledge your defeat?” The two old men exchanged glances, their discomfort palpable.

They had experienced Herodias’ sharp tongue long ago in the Tai Chi World.

After allowing her to see them in such pitiful states, they knew retorting would only further embarrass them.

“There, there,” Yared clapped and said with a smirk, “You two claim to be top five in the Tai Chi World, but it seems I, ranked sixth, might be better.” With a smug expression, Yared approached the two old men and said, “Allow me to formally introduce him.

The man who bested you is the successor of Yianni's Marciais Soul.

His name is...” He paused and looked at Yegor.

Yegor took over, saying with a smile, “James Caden.” “Yes, it’s James,” Yared turned to the two old men with a grin and said, “I'm renowned for close-quarters combat, yet even I was defeated.

stand a chance.” Disgusted by Yared’s self-praise, the two old

tall old man said, "The successor of Yianni's Marciais Soul? It’s no wonder he possesses such formidable

bit.” The chubby

Supernatural Powers? After seeing through his opponent’s moves, he utilized the Dawnblaze Form and

waiting, the one

of Historial Power? What are they even doing?” Hearing the chubby

useless now and are completely unable to harness Historial

own? Where’s your

only at the Eighth Xaeclon

representatives of Historial

dare provoke us easily.” Hearing their bickering, Herodias sneered, “Since they're unwilling to admit

sweep this world with unparalleled strength.” Yegor frowned upon hearing Herodias’

about what you truly

couple’s reassuring words, James smiled and replied, “Since you two aren’t willing to admit surrender, I have no choice...” “No, please wait!” Yared hurriedly interrupted, waving