The Man’s Decree

“Mr. Yuchamore’s true potential sure is a well-kept secret.” Angus sighed lightly.

The spectators on the podium were wonderstruck as they focused intently on the golden dragons in the air.

Jagoan was the only one grimacing as if in pain. The Power of Dragons within him was pulled toward the soaring golden dragons, beckoning him to throw caution to the wind and join them.

He wished to unleash the Power of Dragons and transform into a dragon to accompany those of his kind in their flight. Alas, he couldn’t possibly do so in public. Otherwise, he’d be attracting even more unwanted attention if more of his secrets were exposed.

He was still not powerful enough to stand against any of the Eight Major Secret Realms. It was with desperation that he tried to suppress the restlessness within him.

Someone among the crowd cried out, “Look! Mr. Yuchamore is raising the bell hammer again!”

Everyone’s mouth was agape while Quindon’s aura rose constantly. His expression turned grave as the bell hammer hung in mid-air.

He was getting ready to strike the bell for the fifth time. But it was evident that it took him more effort than before as there was some hesitation. If he failed to make the Dragon Bell chime, he would be injured by the recoil.

a noticeable amount of time had passed, Quindon gritted his teeth and

Dragon Bell’s melodious peal

satisfied at that and flung

in the air. Not a

leaped from the

Yuchamore, you sure are a man of hidden

strike the bell five times,

be sure to remind your subordinates to go

many of the prestigious families sucked up to Quindon

gaze swept across Sigwin, who looked down and

have struck the bell five times. We, old folks, could

better commence the conference since it’s getting

suffering even more humiliation if they tarried further and urged them on. Their pride could still be salvaged if they maintained their performance during the

we’d better begin. Inform the disciples