The Almighty Dragon General

There were five arenas left in the Tomb World at that point.
The cultivators inside used every skill and knowledge they had mastered as they tried to secure the last few spots to enter the
next round.
One of the arenas vanished at that moment. Simultaneously, a man in a black robe appeared in the vicinity.
A malevolent smile hung on his face as the man cast an unfeeling gaze at James and the others briefly. Then, he remained on
that spot in the distance and waited for the other battles to conclude.
“That man is no ordinary cultivator.” Wayra looked at James and said, “His powers are impeccable.”
“That man belongs to an evil organization that has destroyed numerous renowned factions in the past.” Wayra continued, “That
group is called the Jercente Sect. It is one of the most powerful forces in all of the three thousand Great Genesis Worlds. Even
ancient, reputable factions dared not cross the Jercente Sect’s members.”
James was not particularly interested in this information. He knew very well that people who could last to this stage of the battles
were exceptional cultivators.
Meanwhile, Xzavion, who was curious about the other cultivators’ background, started asking Wayra more questions.
As time went on, the number of arenas gradually decreased.
At long last, all battles were concluded and twelve winners remained.
According to the tomb keeper’s previous announcement, the puppet warriors would only appear when there were a total of ten
people left in the Tomb World.
After exterminating the puppet warriors, an ultimate puppet warrior would appear to challenge the cultivators.
Although the remaining ten cultivators could work together to defeat the puppet warriors, they were nonetheless competitors.
After all, only one person could receive Franciscus’ legacy in the end.
At the moment, those twelve cultivators were all looking at the tombkeeper as they waited for the next announcement.
“I’ll leave it to you all to decide.”

The tombkeeper smiled enigmatically. “Kill off another two cultivators and the puppet warriors will appear. By the way...”
The tombkeeper was reminded of something. “Franciscus said that various signature skills were hidden in the bodies of these
puppet warriors. You can obtain a signature skill each time you exterminate a puppet warrior.”
Franciscus was deemed a superior cultivator across the three thousand Great Genesis Worlds. The knowledge he had left
behind was sought after by many.
Therefore, the tomb keeper’s words motivated all the cultivators even more to stay and last as long as possible in this realm. All
of them stood a chance of acquiring Franciscus’ signature skills if they could make it to enter the next stage.
In a flash, those cultivators spread out and looked at each other warily.
James and Xzavion were standing in a corner side by side.
Xzavion transmitted his voice to James. “Who do you think is the weakest among these guys?”
James replied through a voice transmission, “That’s hard to say. All of them are at the Consummation Yuraeceon First Rank, and
they’ve demonstrated powers stronger than that cultivation rank. I think all of them are pretty evenly matched.”
“Why don’t we get rid of two cultivators with the most injuries?” Xzavion suggested.
They had no clue how powerful or skilled the puppet warriors would be.
However, they would have a better chance of winning if they had more superior, competent cultivators on their side.
Just then, the other ten cultivators formed a line, and all of them started walking toward James and Xzavion. It seemed those
cultivators had secretly reached an agreement.
James and Xzavion noticed those men drawing closer. They slowly backed away.
“What’s the meaning of this?”
James’ face darkened. “Have you all made a pact to eliminate us?”
“Both of you come from the Dark World, and you have excellent skills and powers. If we let you stay, you guys might work
together to eliminate the rest of us,” Wayra replied.