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.

convinced by now.” Suddenly, James waved his hand, unleashing a formidable power with

sky, while the Yuraeceon Genesis Bell

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

and the two old men could not conceal

they involuntarily knelt on

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

Yianni to bridge the gap between the Marciais Power and Historial Power at any

commanding declaration, the three kneeling on the ground immediately prostrated themselves, not daring

of cultivation alone, James was not comparable to

sheer combat prowess was enough

surpassed

he also had all the Marciais Combat Form’s Supernatural

they had come to realize the competition between Historial

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

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 with flowing white hair and a lengthy beard