The Almighty Dragon General

The men were shocked out of their wits upon witnessing how James had taken out nearly three hundred cultivators with just one
hit.
All of them quickly teleported away to find a safe place to heal their injuries.
When James had first generated the sword energy, the other cultivators in the Tomb World could sense the overwhelming
powers of the attack even from afar.
Most of them turned their attention to James’ battlefield and saw how James had unleashed that powerful attack.
“What a tremendous amount of destructive power...”
“A cultivator from the Dark World generated that deadly attack?!” “Isn’t he much stronger than Wayra Faelhmer in his optimum
condition?”
“Would there even be any Yuraeceon First Rank cultivators that could defeat this guy?”
The other cultivators were intimidated after witnessing the display of James’ powers.
Meanwhile, James levitated in a seated position as he guarded Xzavion.
He was certain that no one would try to fight him now after having seen that last attack. With that, James had somehow secured
a spot among the list of people eligible for the legacy.
At the same time, the famous, genius cultivators were still being attacked and cornered by other groups of cultivators.
Wayra had sustained severe injuries after being chased and repeatedly attacked.
On the other hand, the princess of the Bellerian Dynasty was fighting alone as all nine of her guards had perished.
The red-haired lady twirled in the air, unleashing an overpowering amount of sword energy through her red sword. That sword
attack drove the hundreds of cultivators around her away.
Similarly, Xitlaly and Slade were driven to a tight spot as well.
The cultivators would have no issue fighting another Yuraeceon First Rank cultivator in a one-on-one battle. However, they were
outnumbered now.

As time went on, more and more cultivators were killed and eliminated.
Traces of destruction could be seen everywhere in the Tomb World.
Eventually, only around a hundred cultivators were left in the Tomb World.
These men that had lasted so far were truly the cream of the crop.
At some point, all of the cultivators stopped fighting. Each of them wanted to heal their injuries and replenish their energy.
“Splendid! How impressive!”
A voice resounded through the space just then.
The tombkeeper appeared in the sky, along with Franciscus’ coffin. He sat on the coffin and took a sip of his liquor. A huge grin
hung on his face.
“I haven’t seen such intense battles for a long time. Unfortunately, the ten puppet warriors will only appear when only ten people
are left in this realm.
There are still a lot of you left now. Please continue with the battles.”
The tombkeeper tried to prod the survivors to keep on fighting.
However, most of the cultivators had decided to focus on their recovery since their energy and powers had dwindled greatly.
They needed to prepare themselves for the next round of battle.
On the contrary, James had retained most of his powers since no one dared to challenge him. They were all taken aback after
seeing how James had annihilated so many men with just one strike.
James released his Zen and scanned every inch of the Tomb World. He found out that a little over 130 cultivators were still alive.
With a simple command, James conjured a sword before him.
In just a few seconds, the sword split and multiplied. In the blink of an eye, more than 130 swords were formed.
Those swords shot up in the sky, and each flew toward their targets.

The other cultivators sensed James’ attack almost instantaneously. They swiftly got up and generated their powers to protect
themselves.