The Almighty Dragon General

Faced James' hostile, Faela felt a shiver down her spine. She reflected on their mental battle and realized that even though she was at the Ninth Xaeclon Rank, she might not emerge victorious in a physical confrontation against the
mysterious young man.
She opted for a graceful exit, preserving some dignity rather than facing potential embarrassment in a real battle.
With a resigned sigh, Faela clasped her hand toward James and conceded, "Your combat skills are remarkable. You're indeed worthy of inheriting Yianni's Marciais Soul. Let's discuss further on Elysium Nova.
Suddenly, she flicked her hand and tossed James a black energy card before disappearing into the void.
James caught the energy card and smiled, musing, "Faela is quite intriguing. Swift and to the point, no unnecessary fuss. But she's indeed really powerful. Defeating her might be difficult if I can't reach the Sixth or Seventh Xaeclon Rank."
Just then, a gentle chuckle came from the void.
"Marvelous! I haven't witnessed such a thrilling battle in many years."
Upon hearing the voice, James turned around and saw a gentle-looking elderly man sitting atop the mountain floating toward them.
Behind the elderly man was another man and woman who seemed incredibly powerful.
Yared and the two old men immediately flew over and got on their knees in reverence.
"Sir Yuldra," the three greeted him respectfully.
James frowned upon seeing their actions.
Yuldra, the supreme boss, finally made an appearance.
The elderly man suddenly said sternly, "You three have been reckless. How dare you disrespect our esteemed guests? What punishment do you think you deserve?"
The trio were simultaneously taken aback.
Yared quickly answered, "I already apologized, Sir Yuldra. When he fought Faela,
I didn't help her either. I'm well aware he is a distinguished guest, so I..." "Shut up!" Wynneth interrupted, growling, "Your failure to properly inform us led to this."
"That's right!" Hawthorne added, sneering, "Yared was the root of this chaos, Sir Yuldra. He must harbor dark inventions!"
Confronted by the two old men's accusations, Yared's glare intensified. "You, you two." His words trailed off, and he turned to James, pleading, “Please help me. I was the first to yield. You know this..."
"That's enough! You three, go to the Reflective Nebula." The voice of the elderly man thundered from the mountain's apex.
He swiftly waved his sleeves, unleashing a surge of Historial Power that swept up the three offenders and carried them away with forceful momentum. Observing the display, James furrowed his brows and thought, 'Such an
impressive Supernatural Power. He effortlessly moved three powerhouses at the Eighth Xaeclon Rank. He must be really strong.'
Suddenly, the elderly man's expression softened. He smiled warmly and said,
"I'm glad to have guests. Care to join me to talk?"
Upon hearing the invitation, James was momentarily stunned. Meanwhile, Yegor and Herodias swiftly positioned themselves on either side of James.
They were cautious about accepting the invitation, mindful of their host's strength.
"Should we?" Yegor sent a telepathic message inquiring about James and Heroadis' opinions.
"I'm not familiar with Yaldor. He has no ties to the Tirta Sect, so I can't predict him," said Herodias.
James replied, "Let's do it. Since he has extended the invitation, we shouldn't shrink back. Otherwise, it will make us look weak. But remember, if things take a turn for the worst, you needn't take action. I'll teleport you two into my space. I can easily escape with the speed of my Terrastride Step and Dawnblaze Form. The couple had no objections, knowing James was so much more mature than before. After concluding, the three swiftly ascended into the air and landed atop the mountain.
Upon noticing the intense scrutiny from the man and woman behind the elderly man, James and his companions remained on guard.
The elderly man extended a warm smile and clasped his hands together. "Forgive my inability to rise and greet you properly. My legs are not as agile as they once were."
James furrowed his brows and scanned the elderly man with his Chaos Yin-Yang Eyes scanning the elderly man. The next moment, his face was full of shock. Although the elderly man had reached the Daeclon Rank, he lacked a golden body. What was even more perplexing was that his leg tendons were severed, and they lacked a skeletal structure, almost as if he was born with a disability. Given his remarkable strength, one would assume that it would be easy for him to reforge a physical or even a golden body. Yet, he appeared to be going to great lengths to deliberately conceal something.
"Please, have a seat," the elderly man said, gently extending his hands and making an inviting gesture.
James looked at Herodias and Yegor, then settled into a seat opposite the elderly
man.
At that moment, the man and woman behind the elderly man approached, each holding a wine jug.
James was taken aback when they placed the wine jug down. " Faced James' hostile, Faela felt a shiver down her spine. She reflected on their mental battle and realized that even though she was at the Ninth Xaeclon Rank, she might not emerge victorious in a physical confrontation against the mysterious young man. She opted for a graceful exit, preserving some dignity rather than facing potential embarrassment in a real battle.
With a resigned sigh, Faela clasped her hand toward James and conceded, "Your combat skills are remarkable. You're indeed worthy of inheriting Yianni's Marciais Soul. Let's discuss further on Elysium Nova.
Suddenly, she flicked her hand and tossed James a black energy card before disappearing into the void.
James caught the energy card and smiled, musing, "Faela is quite intriguing. Swift and to the point, no unnecessary fuss. But she's indeed really powerful. Defeating her might be difficult if I can't reach the Sixth or Seventh Xaeclon
Rank."
Just then, a gentle chuckle came from the void.
"Marvelous! I haven't witnessed such a thrilling battle in many years."
Upon hearing the voice, James turned around and saw a gentle-looking elderly
man sitting atop the mountain floating toward them.
Behind the elderly man was another man and woman who seemed incredibly
powerful.
Yared and the two old men immediately flew over and got on their knees in
reverence.
"Sir Yuldra," the three greeted him respectfully.
James frowned upon seeing their actions.
Yuldra, the supreme boss, finally made an appearance.
The elderly man suddenly said sternly, "You three have been reckless. How dare you disrespect our esteemed guests? What punishment do you think you
deserve?"
The trio were simultaneously taken aback.
Yared quickly answered, "I already apologized, Sir Yuldra. When he fought Faela,
I didn't help her either. I'm well aware he is a distinguished guest, so I..." "Shut up!" Wynneth interrupted, growling, "Your failure to properly inform us led
to this."
"That's right!" Hawthorne added, sneering, "Yared was the root of this chaos, Sir Yuldra. He must harbor dark inventions!"
Confronted by the two old men's accusations, Yared's glare intensified. "You, you two." His words trailed off, and he turned to James, pleading, "Please help me. I was the first to yield. You know this..."
"That's enough! You three, go to the Reflective Nebula." The voice of the elderly man thundered from the mountain's apex.
He swiftly waved his sleeves, unleashing a surge of Historial Power that swept up the three offenders and carried them away with forceful momentum. Observing the display, James furrowed his brows and thought, 'Such an impressive Supernatural Power. He effortlessly moved three powerhouses at the
Eighth Xaeclon Rank. He must be really strong.'
Suddenly, the elderly man's expression softened. He smiled warmly and said,
"I'm glad to have guests. Care to join me to talk?"
Upon hearing the invitation, James was momentarily stunned. Meanwhile, Yegor and Herodias swiftly positioned themselves on either side of James.
They were cautious about accepting the invitation, mindful of their host's
strength.
"Should we?" Yegor sent a telepathic message inquiring about James and
Heroadis' opinions.
"I'm not familiar with Yaldor. He has no ties to the Tirta Sect, so I can't predict
him," said Herodias.
James replied, "Let's do it. Since he has extended the invitation, we shouldn't
shrink back. Otherwise, it will make us look weak. But remember, if things take a turn for the worst, you needn't take action. I'll teleport you two into my space. I can easily escape with the speed of my Terrastride Step and Dawnblaze Form. The couple had no objections, knowing James was so much more mature than before. After concluding, the three swiftly ascended into the air and landed atop
the mountain.
Upon noticing the intense scrutiny from the man and woman behind the elderly man, James and his companions remained on guard.
The elderly man extended a warm smile and clasped his hands together. "Forgive my inability to rise and greet you properly. My legs are not as agile as
they once were."
James furrowed his brows and scanned the elderly man with his Chaos Yin-Yang
Eyes scanning the elderly man. The next moment, his face was full of shock. Although the elderly man had reached the Daeclon Rank, he lacked a golden body. What was even more perplexing was that his leg tendons were severed, and they lacked a skeletal structure, almost as if he was born with a disability. Given his remarkable strength, one would assume that it would be easy for him to reforge a physical or even a golden body. Yet, he appeared to be going to
great lengths to deliberately conceal something.
"Please, have a seat," the elderly man said, gently extending his hands and
making an inviting gesture.
James looked at Herodias and Yegor, then settled into a seat opposite the elderly
man.
At that moment, the man and woman behind the elderly man approached, each
holding a wine jug.
James was taken aback when they placed the wine jug down."
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