The Almighty Dragon General

Herodias snorted coldly.

“Although James hasn’t reached the Daeclon Rank, he has an Ultimate Golden Body that qualifies him into the Daeclon Mahayana.

Kneel, you three old farts.” Yared and the two old men were startled.

Although horrified, they refused to kneel.

Never did they expect that this young man named James would possess such a remarkable background.

The tall old man scrutinized James and asked, "Gray clouds and thousands of bells chiming.

Are you above the Genesis Powers and have mastered the Marciais Combat Form? Have you met all of them?” The chubby man chimed in, saying, “That’s not all.

You must also have Nirvana Golden Bones, a Quasar Second Body, the Dernaturae, and the Daeclon Mahayana.

Do you also possess these?” Herodias retorted, “You obstinate fools.

If he already had them all, you two would be mere ants.” Yegor explained sincerely, “James almost has them all.

James waved his hand, unleashing a formidable power

the

emanating an overwhelming aura as it hovered over the three old individuals, bathing them

the two old

pressure, they involuntarily knelt on

not need to extend such courtesy to you,” James’ voice echoed from the void, exuding

between the Marciais Power and Historial

Confronted with James’ commanding declaration, the three kneeling on

alone, James was not comparable to

enough to take

James surpassed them by a

Yianni’s Marciais Soul, but he also had all

between Historial Power and Marciais Power was

and even their disciples would be blessed

Greater Realms will likely break free from the constraints imposed by Zymurgy and

dignity, freedom, and destiny for all creatures will

nestled deep within the outer battlefield’s sixth level, an elderly man