The Almighty Dragon General

Lemuel knew he did not stand a chance against Halianor.
Latrusse whispered, “I never expected the battle to attract the Yefteros’ Great Elder.” Lemuel did not respond and observed
Halianor from afar.
Many powerhouses have entered the auditorium, and the battle was about to begin.
In the auditorium’s front seats, Halianor looked at Yuvin and asked smilingly, “Who is the Mevryee sending into the battle?” Yuvin
replied, “Our representative is Gannon Mabon.
He’s a cultivator at the Great Celestial Rank’s early stage.” Halianor said calmly, “Oh, Gannon? The genius who severely injured
an opponent at the Martial Celestial Rank?” “Yeah.” Yuvin nodded.
Halianor looked at the middle-aged man wearing a black robe beside him.
The man had a very ordinary appearance but was, in fact, a very terrifying existence.
He was the leader of the Suunteli Race, Zebulon Suunteli.
The Suuntelis were ranked second among the Dark World’s Four Ancient Races.
Their leader was only at the middle stage of the Holy Celestial Rank.
However, the Suuntelis’ Grand Patriarch had reached the peak of the Holy Celestial Rank long ago and was much stronger than
the current leader.
Zebulon stood up, clasped his hands, and said, “It’s great to see you, Sir Halianor.” Halianor said smilingly, “I wasn’t expecting
you to come in person.
I must apologize for the lukewarm reception.” “It’s no big deal, Sir Halianor.” Halianor asked, “So, who’s the Suuntelis’
representative?” Zebulon answered smilingly, ‘It’s Janus Suunteli.” A few powerhouses overheard the conversation, and their
faces twitched in shock.
Halianor, however, did not show any reaction.
He turned to the Zoltrumms’ Leader and asked, “What about your race?” A rowdy- looking man grinned and replied, “We're just
here to join in on the fun and don’t truly intend to win.

Even if we won this battle, it wouldn’t be an honorable accomplishment for us to be bullying someone at the Sovereign Sixth
Rank.
Like the Suuntelis, we've also chosen a disciple at the Petit Celestial Rank to participate in the battle.” The Four Ancient Races
immediately became the center of attention.
Everyone was curious to find out what kind of talented disciples the three Ancient Races sent out to fight Forty-nine.
Except for the Mevryees, whose representative was at the Great Celestial Rank’s early stage, the Suuntelis and Zoltrumms had
sent out disciples at the Petit Celestial Rank.
Although they were only at the Petit Celestial Rank, they were well-known prodigies in the Dark World.
Thea sat next to Yuvin and kept sending him meaningful glances.
However, Yuvin pretended not to be unaware.
Swoosh! Three dazzling lights landed inside the arena, and the three challengers emerged.
The spectators cheered excitedly.
After the challengers appeared, the Mevryees, Suuntelis, and Zoltrumms took out treasures comparable to James’ prize pool.
“From the Mevryees, we have Gannon! From the Suuntelis, Janus, and from the Zoltrumms, Thornber Zoltrumm!” The three
challengers clasped their hands to greet James.
After seeing his opponents, James slowly stood up.
Then, he scanned the men before him, one by one.
“Two at the Petit Celestial Rank’s late stage and one at the Great Celestial Rank's early stage?” James smirked.
“Wasn't I supposed to face three opponents at the Great Celestial Rank’s early stage? Why are two of them at the Petit Celestial
Rank? It’s obvious you guys are underestimating me.”