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.

three should be convinced by now.” Suddenly, James waved his

while the Yuraeceon Genesis Bell resonated with

into multiple bells, emanating an overwhelming aura as it hovered over the three

Yared and the two old men could not conceal their

the majestic pressure, they involuntarily knelt

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

to bridge the gap between the Marciais

my cultivation resources.” Confronted with James’ commanding declaration, the three kneeling on the

cultivation alone, James was not

sheer combat prowess was enough to take three of them

potential and prospects, James surpassed them by

not only possessed Yianni’s Marciais Soul, but he also had all the Marciais Combat Form’s Supernatural

they had come to realize the competition between Historial Power and Marciais Power was no longer

Greater Realms’ beings and even their disciples would be blessed and have their fates

by Zymurgy and will no longer be subject

the very essence of dignity, freedom, and destiny for all creatures will be completely

a luminous planetary cluster nestled deep within the outer battlefield’s sixth level, an elderly man with flowing white hair and a lengthy beard gradually opened his