The Almighty Dragon General

Yermolai planned to kill Henrik.
Henrik was a Caelum Ancestral God that mastered ten Paths. Now that the Twelfth Universe was blessed with great luck, Henrik
would surely be able to learn Macrocosm Power soon since he was so talented. Once he became a Macrocosm Ancestral God,
he would definitely be a formidable powerhouse.
As a powerhouse from the First Universe, Yermolai would never allow living beings of the Twelfth Universe to surpass him.
Yermolai’s Chaotic Treasure was an iron chain. At both ends of the chain were spiked iron balls.
“Prepare to die.” Yermolai swung his weapon with herculean force. Henrik was already wounded. As he watched the attack draw
closer, his expression became solemn.
At the last second, a figure suddenly appeared before Henrik. The person raised his hand, unleashed powerful force from his
palm, and stopped the spiked balls. The force prevented the spiked ball from moving forward.
“How...?” Yermolai’s expression changed to one of shock. He attempted to pull back the chains, but a powerful force had bound
it tightly. No matter how much he tried, he was unable to retrieve his weapon.
“Who might you be, sir?” Yermolai said, “I’m a Macrocosm Ancestral God from the First Universe. My master is the First
Universe’s Lord.”
Yermolai introduced himself.
James wore a black robe and had a mask made out of mysterious law fragments covering his face. He did not want to reveal his
identity or be recognized by Yermolai. Otherwise, powerhouses from the First Universe would definitely pursue him if they found
out he was still alive.
His existence was enough to pose a threat to the First Universe.
With his current strength, James knew he was not a match for the Omnipotent Lord yet.
James used his force to hold onto Yermolai’s Chaotic Treasure. He looked at the startled Yermolai and said coldly, “Don’t try to
kick up a commotion in the Twelfth Universe. I’ll let you off the hook today, but I won’t go easy on you if you try something like
this again.”

After speaking, he immediately took action. He tossed the Chaotic Treasure back to Yermolai, causing the spiked ball to hit him.
The weapon caved in Yermolai’s chest, causing him to vomit out a mouthful of blood. His body was also blasted away upon
impact.
James was terrifyingly strong. Even Henrik, a Caelum Ancestral God that mastered ten Paths, and Yermolai, a Macrocosm
Ancestral God with a Chaotic Treasure, was helpless against him.
Yermolai was shocked to have been defeated in one move.
He wondered, ‘When did such a terrifying powerhouse exist in the Twelfth Universe?’
It took a long time for Yermolai to collect himself after his initial shock.
‘This is bad. I must report this to Master,’ thought Yermolai and he quickly fled the area in a wounded state.
Henrik looked at the mysterious person who protected him. As soon as Yermolai left, he said embarrassedly, “Thank you for
helping me, Sir.”
James turned around.
Henrik looked at the masked man before him. He wanted to see the face of his sudden saviour but could not see through the
mask, which was composed of law fragments.
James’ scattered the law inscriptions, and the mask slowly faded away to reveal his face.
“Huh?!” Henrik exclaimed, and his jaw dropped open in disbelief.
“J-James! It’s... you?”
Henrik babbled incoherently.
“Y-You... H-How? What’s going on? How are you still alive?”