The Almighty Dragon General

Chapter 5469
Even though Sinclair had suppressed his cultivation rank and physical strength, James only managed to inflict a slight injury.
If James were to have fought Sinclair at his actual cultivation rank, he would not be able to leave evena scratch on Sinclair's
body.
Sinclair had a look of disbelief.
After a while, he recomposed and said admiringly, "Not bad.Your Tressencia Completare Art is impressive.I admit defeat."
Although James managed to hurt Sinclair, the injury was insignificant and had already healed.
Sinclair appeared on the round stone, sat down in a lotus position, and looked at James.
"You used powers of your past, present, and past form.Your Tressencia Completare Art is indeed very magical.Judging by its
current strength, it’s not enough to be called the best.However, it is only because your cultivation rank is lacking.With some time,
it'll definitely be worthy of the title.The Heavenly Secrets Pavilion were good judges.How did you cultivate the power of the past
and future?"
"It was by pure coincidence," James replied calmly.
Back then, he cultivated the Tressencia Completare Art by accident.
Even if he were to share the cultivation method with others, nobody else could master it.
"Since you've mastered such a great Supernatural Power, you need not learn mine.However, my race’s primitive inscriptions will
be very beneficial to you.The formation you created is quite mysterious.I can sense that it'll grow stronger as you learn more
inscriptions.With the formation, you'll surely stand out in the future."
Sinclair praised James and then summoned a few mysterious inscriptions.
"These are my race’s primitive inscriptions.They formed when I was born.I hope they become of good use to you."
After speaking, Sinclair disappeared.
The round stone under his feet also vanished.

Although he was out of sight, his voice echoed in the area.
"Unfortunately, I can’t give you a handwritten letter asking the powerhouses of the Tellures, Silvae, and Metalla to hand you their
primitive inscriptions.After our faction lost, everyone was locked up in the Prison World.The other races must hate me a lot.It’s
unlikely they'll obey my orders and hand you their primitive inscriptions.You'll have to figure it out yourself."
Sinclair's voice gradually faded and disappeared.
James looked at the Aboda Race’s primitive inscriptions before him and put them away.
Regardless of which primitive races he acquired, they would be useful since he could integrate them into his formation.
"Sinclair isn’t going to interfere with the ancient beast's affairs anymore."
"It’s our chance."
"Quick."
As soon as Sinclair disappeared, the powerhouses nearby rushed into the mountain range’s depths.
Boom! A powerhouse in the forefront exploded, and a bloody mist showered down the mountain range.
Acold voice came from the mountain range's depths, warning them, "Get lost.Take another step forward, and I'll kill everyone."
Sinclair's voice was cold and ruthless, completely different from when he spoke with James.
After witnessing another powerhouse at the Holy Celestial Rank die, no one dared to act recklessly.
They quickly backed away and left the mountain range.
"Let's wait for that kid to come out, then we'll snatch the treasures from him."
"You're right.Even though Sinclair is protecting him now, he'll be helpless once he leaves the mountain range.Sinclair won't be
able to interfere if we take action outside the mountain range."
The powerhouses were afraid of Sinclair but not of James.
Even though James displayed terrifying strength, his cultivation rank was nothing impressive.

Thus, they were confident they could kill him.