The Almighty Dragon General

The young man used his Genesis to play with Thea's Genesis Lotus, acting arrogantly in their faces.
In just a short moment, Thea had fallen into his hands. Her face looked anxious and painful. Her Genesis could no longer
support the lotus to unleash any more attacks. However, she could not retract it either. Just when she was reaching her limits, a
shadow cast over her.
James appeared before her, grabbing the man with an illusory hand and lifting him off the ground.
Thea immediately withdrew her Genesis Lotus. She staggered a few steps, and her beautiful face paled.
The powerhouse beside the young man shouted, "Young Master!"
Before he could intervene, James' Genesis had already enveloped his young master.
James reached out his palm, covered in a black glove, and suspended the man in the air.
The elderly powerhouses said surprisedly, "Genesis Suppression? Are you also a powerhouse at the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank?
James ignored his question and raised the young man higher into the air.
"How dare you touch my woman? You must have a death wish."
The young man tried to break free, but his Genesis had been completely suppressed, and he could not move.
The elderly powerhouse roared, "Let him go! Otherwise, I won't hold back."
James ignored him again and turned to Truett, saying, "Hurry and go save her."

Truett gritted his teeth and jumped into the air once again. His giant sword let out a dazzling light, and the vines entangling the
group of women were sliced apart.
The women screamed as they fell. Truett rushed over, caught Xitlaly in his arms, and landed on the ground.
The elderly powerhouse said, "This is just a misunderstanding. Please let our young master go."
James glared at the man in his hand. At that moment, he activated his golden body and wrapped Quasar Lightning around the
young man.
The elderly powerhouse said anxiously, "Quasar Lightning? A-Are you the person who robbed Yaquis Sect?"
James asked authoritatively, "Tell me your name and sect."
The elderly powerhouse gritted his teeth and said with hostility, "Sure! I'll tell you! Listen carefully. We're from the Behaterm Sect.
The man in your hand is our young master, the son of our sect leader, Salach Quayle."
James narrowed his eyes and said, "Salach? He's an animal."
The elderly powerhouse anxiously watched Salach, trembling and wailing within the Quasar Lightning. He pleaded, "Can you let
him go now?"
James said nonchalantly, "Don't be impatient. My friend mentioned you're a powerhouse at the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank's Third
Tribulation. How did you bypass the detection of the Yorean Wind?"
The elderly powerhouse with sideburns gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and replied, "That's our sect's secret..."

"Argh!!!"
Before the elderly powerhouse could reply, he was interrupted by Salach's miserable cries.