The Omnipotent Dragon General

In the void of the Yggdrasil Sect, a mysterious figure wearing a mask and dressed in a black robe wielded a black longsword, surrounded by a menacing aura of killing intent.

He engaged in a fierce battle against a dozen peak Ninth Tribulation powerhouses of the Yggdrasil Sect.

Single-handedly facing a dozen powerhouses, the mysterious figure overwhelmed the Yggdrasil Sect’s powerhouses, rendering them powerless and unable to approach.

Just then, Perthacus’ voice echoed from the void.

“Punisher of the Nine Heavens, you truly court death!” Upon hearing this, the mysterious figure suddenly spread his hands.

“Break!” In the next moment, the black longsword split into two, then four, multiplying rapidly until it became thirty-two swords.

With swift precision, they radiated outwards, piercing through over a dozen powerhouses of the Yggdrasil Sect.

Boom! With thunderous booms, the pierced powerhouses either exploded on the spot or were sent flying, their bodies either lifeless or severely wounded.

The remaining Sword Lights then rushed towards Perthacus at lightning speed.

“You must die today!” Perthacus roared in anger, unleashing two immense and terrifying bursts of Genesis Power, swiftly condensing into two massive palm prints.

Another intense explosion erupted as the palm prints collided with the incoming Sword Lights.

figure did not confront him head-on but instead retracted the black longsword, swiftly harvesting the surrounding living

the Sword Light resulted in swathes of low-level living beings falling, their heads flying and

figure charged into the crowd of the Yggdrasil Sect, mercilessly slaughtering all

not fully unleash his power because the mysterious figure had

he attacked, he would end up killing his own

“Abomination!” Perthacus roared.

doom today.” With that, he swiftly drew a golden longsword and charged into the crowd towards the mysterious

Palace,

The two exchanged glances.

Soul Seizing Sword Art, isn’t that the Supernatural Signature Skills of

Clayton?” said Lucille.

faintly as if he had already known the identity of the mysterious

“All of you retreat

set up the Golden Formation, a streak of black Sword Light from the southwest

of the

turn his head, and his expression was filled with

phoenix spread its wings and carried

ice phoenix sat a mysterious white-haired girl wearing a snow-white robe and