The Almighty Dragon General
Chapter 6864

As he spoke, he unleashed the Dawnblaze Form and instantly appeared behind Cyril.

"You were the one who pulled my wife's hair earlier, weren't you?" James asked as the Sword Energy emanated from the blade in his hand, sweeping towards Cyril with terrifying force.

With a scream, Cyril immediately grabbed several surviving supreme beings beside him to use as a shield. Then, he soared into the air. Amidst a series of crisp sounds, the surviving supreme beings were still unaware of what was happening as they were decapitated. Their bodies severed into pieces in the void, blood mist spraying, and flesh scattering. The scene was extremely brutal and bloody. At this moment, the only female powerhouse, who had lost an arm, screamed and hurriedly landed. She stumbled backward tens of thousands of kilometers in succession and immediately lay down, pretending to be dead. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Where are you going?" James did not care about her. Instead, he reached out into the void. In an instant, a phantom transparent giant hand shot up into the sky and grabbed Cyril's ankle just as he was about to escape through the Thirty-Three Heavens.

"No!" Under a painful scream, Cyril roared at James with a ferocious expression, "I am an Emperor under the seat of Emperor Qadeer, you cannot kill me, I—”

Before he could finish speaking, James chopped down his struggling right arm. A torrent of blood gushed out from his severed arm, causing him to scream in extreme fear and agony.

"You seem to like to run, then I'll cut off your leg," James said as he swung his sword again, and the radiant Sword Energy immediately cut off Cyril's legs.

In an instant, Cyril lost an arm and both legs. He writhed and screamed in extreme pain in the void. He was already devoid of his previous dignity, let alone the aura and image of a Daeclon Mahayana Rank powerhouse.

"Stop, James!" Wesley suddenly shouted just as James was about to split Cyril in half with the sword.

James was stunned, turning his head to look at Wesley. "We've come to this point, and you still want to be the good guy?"

"I'm not doing this for him, I'm doing it for you." Wesley said solemnly, "He is an Emperor under the seat of Emperor Qadeer. If you kill him without authorization, even the other Path Emperor won't be able to save your title as the Chosen One."

"Tsk," James said impatiently, "The Chosen One is nothing but bullshit in my eyes. Let whoever wants to be it."

"Then how do you seek justice for

the living beings of the myriad

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realms, and how do you change the existing rules?" Wesley urgently shouted, "If you lose the title of Chosen One, another Chosen One will become the Supreme Path. If they are controlled by Emperor Qadeer, won't the living beings of the myriad realms have no hope at all?"

At these words, James fell silent.

"Darling." Thea shouted, "The Five Path Emperors of the Forty-Ninth Heaven are not all from Emperor Qadeer. Among them are also gods of justice like Wesley. For now, spare this piece of trash. He'll be useful later."

James could not help but frown upon hearing this.

"Yes, she's right!" Cyril screamed in pain as he rolled in the void. "I still have a use. I can't die. I am an Emperor. I have the highest status-"

Before he could finish his words,

James' sword fell again and forcibly

cut off his other arm. In an instant

Cyril became a flesh ball rolling in

the void without limbs, blood and

flesh blurred. The scene was

extremely miserable. Content

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"Yes," Beatrice also shouted, "You still need the title of the Chosen One. After all, you are everyone's hope."

Facing her infinitely fearful pale face,

James said word by word, "I'll spare

your life. Go back and tell Xanthakos Qadeer to find me if he wants his daughter and Emperor. After three entrapochs, I'll chop off one of her daughter's fingers for every epoch that passes."

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