The Almighty Dragon General

"Do you still recognize me?" The captivating figure standing next to James glared at Wynton.

"You!" Wynton's face contorted. "How can you possibly appear in Haleth Realm?"

"There are many things beyond your imagination," the figure replied icily. "Are you not convinced after being defeated by James?"

"I'm not convinced!" Wynton roared. "You are the Caeloros Supreme of the Path Sect. Surely you noticed the Supernatural Power he used against me wasn't from the Path Sect, right?

"Is this the Chosen One and the Haleth Supreme Path you've painstakingly supported?"

Frona turned to glance at James and then laughed bitterly.

"Waitara Path, even though you are now merely a past form of a Soremsia, your arrogance remains unchanged. In your eyes, Haleth Realm can only have you as its strongest. Anyone stronger must be heretical, just as you cannot tolerate unorthodox factions and sects."

Wynton scoffed. "Stop changing the subject. I merely created a new Daoism, and you wouldn't accept it. Now, the Haleth Supreme Path you personally supported has defiled the Path Sect with Shadowborn Supernatural Power. How do you explain that?"

"I want you to understand, both in life and in death," Frona said, raising her head slowly. "Before James mastered the Forty-Nine Daoisms, he defeated Yefrenes, the Caeloros God of Garuda, who was second only to me, using the Three Treasures Integration and the Five Spirits Integration.

"During your battle, the power of those countless divine swords should have been familiar to you."

Wynton was stunned. His expression morphed into one of sheer shock as he recalled the terrifying scene from moments ago. The technique James used was indeed the Sacred Sword Invocation of the Caeloros God of Garuda. He had truly grasped the essence of the Caeloros God of Garuda.

"Also, you seem to have forgotten something," Frona continued. "You are not the real Waitara Path. You are merely a past form of his Soremsia.

"With his own strength, James can

defeat the Caeloros God of Garuda.

How could he not defeat a mere past form of Waitara Path's Reincarnation Soremsia?"

Wynton's lips trembled. He wanted to argue but could find no words.

"Let me make one more thing clear to you," Frona added arrogantly. "James might not even need to use all his strength to defeat you with a single blow. If he had used his own original formation, you would have been obliterated."

Hearing this, Wynton gritted his teeth, enduring the intense pain as he shakily stood up.

"Without your support, how could a mere Historial being achieve this?

"Since we've met here, I demand justice."

"Do you think you are qualified?" Frona retorted forcefully.

"I don't have the qualifications," Wynton replied darkly. "But I have leverage."

He pointed to the three figures within the Waitara Graphic in the void.

"Those are the past forms of James' three children. If I activate my Draevion, they will all die.

“At that time, the three beings who have lost their past forms won't even know who they are. Will they recognize their own parents?" Hearing this, Frona frowned.

At that moment, James spoke

slowly, "You know me. I can tolerate

many things, but not threats.

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