The Almighty Dragon General

Yegor and Lady Herodias exchanged a glance, both revealing a wry smile.
"Outrageous!" The red-haired Grand Patriarch glared at Yegor and Lady
Herodias. “You two are the hosts. We're all esteemed guests invited by you. Can
you allow such atrocities to happen before you?"

His words immediately struck a chord with the surrounding Grand Patriarchs,
who began clamoring.

“Yegor and Lady Herodias, we will take action if you don't intervene."

“Such madness cannot be tolerated!"

“This evildoer is too arrogant. This is simply intolerable!"

“We usually don't bother with her, but today's situation is unbearable!"

Listening to the Grand Patriarchs' declarations, Yegor and Lady Herodias
exchanged another glance. Just as they were about to speak, a resounding roar
echoed from outside the Telhervo Hall.

“Evildoer, come out and return my Historial Core!"

Hearing this voice, the enraged Grand Patriarchs were momentarily stunned.
James whispered, “Who's this now?"

“The Core God, the Tool God, and the Daemon," Dark Thea sneered. “These
three old stubborn ones are never-ending. Seems like if I don't fight them, they'll
think I'm scared.”

She stood up and looked at Yegor and Lady Herodias. “l came here for a
wedding toast and to visit your Telhervo Holy Site, but I didn't expect a bunch of
old stubborn ones to want to eliminate me.

“Since they're so insistent, I won't let you two be in a difficult position. I'll fight with
them today, but some things might get broken. When that happens, I'll use their
bones to compensate."

Without waiting for Yegor and Lady Herodias to respond, she turned to James.
“I'l remember your kindness. When the fighting starts, make sure to keep your
distance. Don't expect me to protect you."

With that, she suddenly raised both hands and soared into the air. “Old dogs,
come outside for a bone!"

James felt a sense of urgency as he watched Dark Thea fly out of the Telhervo
Hall.

This silly girl was challenging so many super powerhouses and Grand Patriarchs
on her own. He wondered if her strength could truly be so terrifying.

At that moment, the Grand Patriarchs in the hall exchanged glances and then left
their seats. They did not leave but instead approached James.

James furrowed his brows as he picked up his wine glass. “Is there something
you all need?" A white-haired Grand Patriarch said with a smile, “James, we need
your help in eradicating a scourge in the Genesis World. We hope you can assist
us."

"I'm just a living being at the peak of Yuraeceon Daelm Rank's Eighth Tribulation.
How can I be of assistance?" James asked meaningfully.

"You have the lost Divine Tools of our sects,” said another middle-aged Grand
Patriarch coldly. "Lend them to us temporarily. We'll return them to you after
we've rid ourselves of this evildoer.”

Seeing their eager gazes, James inwardly thought, “Borrowing is easy, but what
about returning?

Moreover, borrowing my Divine Tools to kill my wife. You guys really have some
nerve.’

Outwardly, James smiled and shook his head. "I'm not lending them."

As these two words fell, the faces of the Grand Patriarchs in the hall darkened
simultaneously.

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