The Almighty Dragon General

James furrowed his brow. He immediately flipped his descended palm. A burst of purplish-black energy shot out, and the Yuraeceon Genesis Bell, which had been knocked into the void, quickly fell, clanging as it covered Xian.

Only then did he lift his head to look up into the sky. Amidst the dense purple haze, a majestic old man emerged. He wore a blue saffron robe with gray hair and beard, emitting no radiance and appearing simple and unadorned, making it difficult to discern his cultivation base. However, he was able to step on a mass of purple clouds and descend slowly.

Lady Herodias furrowed her brow upon seeing the old man. “Why is Corey Damien here?”

“Corey Damien?” Yegor exclaimed, “He’s the former second strongest in the Tai Chi World. He really went to the Great Historial Land?”

Meanwhile, James could not help but frown as he faced Corey, who was floating in the air on purple clouds.

“Chosen One, you’re the first to dare cause trouble at the entrance of the Great Historial Land,” Corey said, twirling his beard leisurely. “You truly are audacious.”

At these words, James coldly asked, “So what?”

you know what Daoism is? What are the

things that James had no interest

immediately. He is the

not want to bother with this old guy, but he was so full of himself, acting as if he were the greatest in the world. He even brought up

Great Historial

angrily. “How dare you slander the

word by word, “Since you’re a supreme being from the Great Historial Land, you should know

she was outnumbered and humiliated by

by me, yet you come out to lecture me about authority and rules. What kind of authority, and what kind of

was almost a shout, which left Corey momentarily