The Almighty Dragon General

Amongst the myriad living beings were powerhouses of the Human Race.
“Do you understand it?” Jacopo looked at the Human Race powerhouses beside him.
Jabari, Sienna, Winnie, Noel, and the others shook their heads. The Divine Martial Scripture was too profound and mysterious.
They had never encountered such inscriptions before, and they could not decipher them or comprehend their ultimate power in
such a short time. All they knew was that the Divine Martial Scripture was incredibly enigmatic, containing the ultimate strength
of martial arts.
Swish!
At this moment, a streak of blood light emerged, appearing in the sky above the radiant light. This blood light gradually
converged into a handsome man dressed in a red robe.
“Who’s that?” The Doom Race powerhouses immediately looked at the sky.
All the gazes of the present powerhouses converged on the figure of the Ancestral Blood Master.
He was a renowned powerhouse from the first of the Sky Burial Age, but he had remained absent for countless years, with his
name surviving only in ancient scrolls. Now that he had finally appeared, none of the living beings present could recognize him.
The Ancestral Blood Master stood in mid-air, casting a disdainful gaze upon the powerhouses below, exuding an aura of
unrivaled grandeur. With a nonchalant wave of his hand, a blood light descended, shrouding the Divine Martial Scripture as he
sought to forcibly seize it.
The power emanating from the Divine Martial Scripture was formidable, guarded by a restriction crafted by Wyndael. This
restriction could withstand any powerhouse in the world, but it proved futile against the might of the Ancestral Blood Master.
Although Wyndael was formidable, he did not dare to confront the Ancestral Blood Master head-on. Otherwise, he would not
have brought the Divine Martial Scripture out to lure the Ancestral Blood Master away from the Callahan Residence.
The Divine Martial Scripture was slowly being lifted by the blood light. As the blood light lifted the Divine Martial Scripture, Wyot
witnessed the unfolding scene with a rising sense of panic.
“It’s mine!” He bellowed, unleashing a terrifying aura. Brandishing a dazzling longsword, he charged at the Ancestral Blood
Master in mid-air, determined to prevent him from seizing the Divine Martial Scripture. With a single thrust, the sword light swept

forth, directly striking the Ancestral Blood Master.
The sword strike possessed an unparalleled level of ferocity, powerful enough to inflict severe injuries or even claim the life of a
newly ascended Caelum Acme Rank powerhouse. However, when the incomparably brilliant sword energy approached the
Ancestral Blood Master, it dissipated into nothingness. Instead, a tremendous aura engulfed Wyot, sending him flying and
crashing heavily to the ground, spewing out a mouthful of blood.
“This...” Everyone was shocked.
Wyot’s strength was widely known. In the current Chaos of Greater Realms, there were only a select few powerhouses who
possessed the ability to withstand a single strike from him, and they could be counted on one hand.
However, Wyot had been defeated with a single move.
Moreover, it was not just any move but a mere burst of aura unleashed by the Ancestral Blood Master. Without even making a
physical attack, the Ancestral Blood Master’s formidable aura inflicted serious damage upon Wyot.
‘That’s too terrifying.”
“Who is this?”
“Is there such a legendary powerhouse in the Greater Realms? Why have we never seen him before?”
Many powerhouses were trembling with fear. Even some Human Race powerhouses were dumbfounded, gazing at this scene in
disbelief.
Jacopo murmured, “Who is he? He’s so frightening.”
Winnie, Xainte, Noel, and the others shook their heads. They were clueless about the origin of this Ancestral Blood Master who
defeated Wyot.
The Divine Martial Scripture was slowly being pulled away by the blood light. As the Divine Martial Scripture was on the brink of
being completely taken away by the blood light, a mysterious aura suddenly emanated from within its pages. This enigmatic
energy managed to break free from the confines of the blood light, catching the Ancestral Blood Master off guard and forcing him
to hastily retreat, pushing him into the void.

‘Well, you’ve set up restrictions.” The Ancestral Blood Master’s figure reappeared in the sky above the Divine Martial Scripture,
his countenance turning cold. Speaking with a chilling tone, he taunted, “What can you do to me?”