The Almighty Dragon General

Clotilde knelt on one knee in the Yeftero’s main hall.
As the black market’s manager, she had a very high status in the Yefteros.
Yet, she had to kneel in the presence of the man before her.
“sir Halianor, many powerhouses from the various races have entered our territory.
It’s only right that you take over now.” Halianor Yeftero was the Great Elder of the Yefteros.
He had high authority and was only second to the Yefteros’ Leader.
He was a powerhouse at the Holy Celestial Rank’s late stage and one of the strongest in the Yefteros, as well as in the Dark
World.
Clotilde handed over several letters and said, “These are from races interested in participating in the arena’s next battle.
Please review them.” Halianor’s long gray hair and wrinkled skin accentuated his old age.
Moreover, his listless expression made it look as if he would drop dead any moment.
He took the letters, casually glanced at them, and replied, “We'll not participate in the battle.
Leave the chance to the other three Ancient Races.” “We've suffered a great loss this time, Sir Halianor.
Why don’t we use this opportunity to make up for it?” Clotilde suggested.
Halianor answered casually, “We can afford to lose some resources.
It’s no big deal.” “T understand.” Clotilde did not oppose him.
Soon, the news had spread throughout the Dark World.
“Forty-nine will challenge three opponents at the Great Celestial Rank’s early stage in the next battle.
The Yefteros had announced they would not be participating.
Instead, they’ve left the opportunity to the other Ancient Races.” “So that means Forty-nine will be up against powerhouses from
three Ancient Races?” “Yeap! A representative from the Suuntelis, Zoltrumms, and Mevryees will be sent to participate in the

battle against Forty- nine.
If they win, they’ll share the prize pool.” Every race within the Dark World was discussing the impending battle.
Meanwhile, Yuvin and Thea had arrived at the Yefteros’ main spiritual mountain.
Yuvin knelt with one knee and said respectfully, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sir Halianor.
I’m Yuvin Mora from the Mevryees.
“ After speaking, Yuvin tugged Thea’s arm.
Thea was startled by his action but immediately realized his intention.
She lowered her head and knelt on the floor.
Halianor glanced at them from the highest seat and asked calmly, “Why didn’t Talvelai come himself?” “Sir Talvelai was injured in
a previous battle.
He is currently recovering from his wounds and isn’t fit to travel yet.
He specifically ordered me to visit and bring the princess here to ask about the marriage.” Yuvin spoke with the utmost respect.
Thea clenched her fists after hearing Yuvin mention the marriage.
Halianor observed Thea for a while, then walked down the high platform.
He supported Thea up from the floor, and a pleased smile formed on his face.
He said, “Your Tenebrous Body is amazing.
We’ll discuss the marriage after our Grand Priest is out from seclusion.” Thea felt relieved at his words.
“Let’s go check out the arena.
It’s been a long time since someone has fought opponents two ranks higher than himself.” After speaking, Halianor walked out of
the main hall.
Thea followed him to the spiritual mountain where the arena was located.

Upon arrival, Thea immediately saw James sitting within the collapsible space with a relaxed expression.
She could not help but feel nervous, but she refrained from saying anything.
“Sir Halianor.” Many powerhouses immediately greeted Halianor after noticing his presence.
Latrusse turned to Lemuel and explained in a hushed tone, “ That’s the Yefteros’ Great Elder, Halianor.
After the Yefteros’ Leader went into seclusion, he had been in charge of the race’s affairs.
Even though he is ill, he is still a powerhouse at the Holy Celestial Rank’s late stage.” Lemuel looked at Halianor, who was
walking over from a distance.
Although Lemuel was also at the Holy Celestial Rank, he could sense oppressive pressure from Halianor.