The Almighty Dragon General

Cyril was stunned upon hearing Wesley’s warning.

Then, he and the mysterious powerhouses behind him burst into loud laughter.

It was a mockery, a lofty insult and provocation.

“Wesley, we address you as the Law of Paths out of respect,” Cyril sneered.

“However, if you don’t know your place, your status is merely a word from the Path Emperor.” As his words fell, the men and women behind him chimed in with mockery.

“Wesley, you’re really full of yourself, huh?” “We're here under the decree of Emperor Qadeer, not to see you acting like a nice gentleman.” “Hmph, you dare to be impolite to us, why don’t you try making a move?” “When have ants below the Forty Heaven dared to challenge us?” Listening to their taunts, Wesley’s clenched fists creaked.

It had been a long time since he truly got angry.

It seemed like all the supreme beings of Zymurgy had forgotten that he, as the Law of Paths, was the only Daeclon Mahayana Rank powerhouse below the Forty Heaven.

his anger surged, sacred radiation enveloped him, and

Rank powerhouses behind Cyril immediately felt the suppression

for defense, while Cyril was

us, Wesley? Are you trying to rebel?” Before he finished his words, Wesley waved his hand, and

deafening explosion resounded as Cyril unleashed the Quell Divine Light to shatter Wesley’s

releasing thousands of sacred radiations that

them were

confront Wesley head-on instead

sacred radiation and Innate Energy attacks before being forcefully struck

blood sprayed from Cyril's

surrounded by cracks as his Quell Divine

Cyril wiped the blood from

the previous Supreme Path as

his hand again, the terrifying Innate Energy carrying countless flames and torrents, forcibly knocking all the dozens of powerhouses into the