The Almighty Dragon General

Chapter 4598
Zeloneth was an impressive cultivator.
Moreover, he was second in command in the Daemonium Sect.
Almost everyone in the Daemonium Sect vied for his position.However, only Zeloneth knew about the reality of his situation.
All along, Yvan did not see him any different from the other followers.
‘I don’t even know what Yvan is planning to do in the Yhala Realm.." Zeloneth fretted.
"You shouldn't be asking for information you're not entitled to."
Yvan cast his gaze in Zeloneth’s direction.
Then, he waved his hand dismissively.
"You can leave now."
"Understood."
Zeloneth kept his head lowered as he turned to face the door.
As he lifted his gaze again, his expression had hardened.
A vicious, menacing light glinted in Zeloneth’s eyes.
After Zeloneth had left the hall, Yvan morphed into thick, black smoke and traveled out of the main hall.
Soon afterward, the smoke could be seen moving toward a mountainous area that was heavily shrouded in white mist.
Yvan reformed his body in front of the mist.
Beyond it, numerous formations had been cast over the mountainous area to protect it.
Yvan slowly walked up to the barrier of the formation.
Along the way, he could see some unique inscriptions floating within the mist.

When he reached the barrier, Yvan lifted his hand and conjured several inscriptions.
Those inscriptions fused with the formation almost instantaneously.
A few seconds later, a crack was formed in the barrier.
Yvan entered the area encapsulated by the formation through the crack.
Inside the formation, he was greeted with the view of a majestic, beautiful mountain.
Just then, several elderly cultivators materialized a few steps away from Yvan.
One of them asked, "Are you a member of the Yhala Sect?"
Yvan nodded.
"Follow me."
The man who spoke earlier led Yvan toward the main hall built on the mountain.
An attractive lady with an icy expression sat alone inside the main hall.
As soon as she spotted Yvan coming in through the door, the lady stood up and rushed toward him immediately.
"Yvan!"
A soft smile hung on Qreeola’s face as she ran toward Yvan.
Her eyes shone with longing and affection.
Qreeola threw her arms around Yvan and held him tightly.
Her voice shook a little as she muttered, "You're finally here."
The elderly cultivator, who showed Yvan to the main hall, tactfully left the place to give the pair some privacy.
A brief moment later, Qreeola pulled away from Yvan slightly and gazed at the man’s face.
"Yvan, you should take over as the sect leader of the Yhala Sect since you've returned."

Yvan replied flatly, "What are you talking about? The Yhala Sect belongs to our master.It has been, and always will be hers."
Qreeola knitted her brows.
She said in a raised voice, "Yvan, our master is dead.Yhala Samaris no longer exist in this world.From this point, you'll be
appointed as the Yhala Sect's sect leader!"
"Master has prepared a plan as a countermeasure."
Yvan continued, "The purpose of my return is to execute Master's plans."
Qreeola took a deep breath.
Then, she said in a sarcastic tone, "Yvan, Master is dead.Even her soul has been destroyed.Only her body remains now! You
couldn't possibly believe you could resurrect her by using that mythical, forbidden technique?! Even if it did work, why would you
even want to resurrect that woman? Do you want to go back to living your life as her lowly, docile servant again?!"
There was a loud sound as Yvan slapped Qreeola hard across the face.
Qreeola gently placed her palm against her reddened cheek.
"I’m saying all this for your sake, Yvan!"
"I don't need it."
A cold light flashed across his eyes.
Suddenly, Yvan raised his arm and struck the lady on the top of her head with his palm.
In an instant, blood flowed out of the open wound on Qreeola’s scalp.
Numerous cracks spread from the top of her head to other parts of her body.