The Almighty Dragon General

Deshawn looked down on James, or more specifically, Wyot. He agreed to meet Wyot because he was curious about what the
legendary Thousand Paths Holy Body looked like and was eager to fight him.
James looked down on him as well. James’s strength was formidable, and his Flame Art’s Three Fire Transformation was
terrifying. Even a middle-stage Permanence Acmean was annihilated by him. So, he had no plans of partnering with Deshawn.
“I don’t need allies,” James said confidently as well, “I hope you’ll be able to find decent partners. Otherwise, you won’t stand a
chance against me in the gathering.”
“Huh, interesting!” Deshawn laughed and said, “Looks like you are really different from what the rumors say. You hide your true
abilities well. I’m looking forward to fighting you, so don’t let me down!”
“Don’t worry, I won’t disappoint you.”
Hearing this, Yemima rolled her eyes, apparently disgruntled. She had repeatedly reminded James to be conciliatory. Now, both
of them were rivals already.
She sighed deeply.
Yemima knew Wyot’s temperament. He looked meek because his cultivation base was low, and he could not be domineering yet.
She knew that Wyot was ambitious, and he had been cultivating for some time now. Now that he had reached the Quasi Acme
Rank, the time had come for him to be aggressive.
“Yemima, you should return first.”
James looked at her.
Yemima froze momentarily before looking at the woman in black sitting in the corner. Just a moment ago, she had sensed that
something was amiss.
“What? Don’t tell me you’ve fallen for her. This is unlike you. I thought you weren’t interested in women.”
James glanced at her and said smilingly, “That was in the past. How would I have time when I’m busy cultivating? Now that I’m
close to reaching the Acme Rank, I figured I should at least relax a little. Besides, you won’t even allow me to...”
“I understand.”

Yemima immediately stood up. She did not want James to blurt out the secret between them. If word spread in the family, she
would be in deep trouble.
“Know your limits. I don’t want any other women on Mount Doom.”
After she spoke, she turned to leave. As she left, she glanced at the woman in the corner. She was curious about the sort of
women that would attract Wyot’s attraction. The woman was dressed in a black dress, and her figure was flawless. As her face
was covered by a veil, only her fair forehead and gorgeous eyes could be seen. Upon glancing at the woman, Yemima turned to
leave.
Deshawn grabbed the bottle of wine on the table and drank it all in one gulp. Then, he stood up and said, “Wyot, we will meet at
the gathering.”
James did the same and said, “We’ll fight to our heart’s content.”
Deshawn then turned to leave.
As James watched his retreating figure, he stood up and walked toward the woman in black before sitting opposite her.
Immediately, the woman stood up and tried to leave. James hurriedly grabbed her and tried uncovering her veil with his other
hand. However, the woman was agile. The moment James grabbed her hand, she easily retracted her arm. At the same time,
her body flashed, and she appeared a few meters away from James. Her face darkened as she said coldly, “Show some
respect.”
James grinned and pointed to a chair, saying, “Just trying to make your acquaintance. By the name’s Wyot Dalibor. I’m the Minor
Patriarch and future Patriarch of the Dooms.”
The woman in black knew about Wyot, of course. She then sat down without uttering a single word.
James looked at her and smiled, asking, “Could you remove your veil?”