The Almighty Dragon General

Chapter 7589



In the midst of the panic among the powerhouses of the Doom Race, Wyot spoke slowly with a somber expression. "You disobey the Clan Leader's orders, ignore the race's rules, and act independently.

"Internally, you base positions on family background, show favoritism, form cliques, and engage in infighting.

“Externally, you abuse power, wreak havoc among all living beings, act arrogantly, and kill at will, exhibiting extreme cruelty."

As he spoke, Wyot descended two steps, causing the group of powerhouses to retreat in fear.

"When did the Doom Race become like this? And when did the clan leader become someone you could order around without respect?

"Is it Xezal who gave you this courage? Or do you think having her support allows you to act with impunity?"

Upon hearing this, the powerhouses were too frightened to even breathe. They were huddled together.

Wyot pointed behind him to the Chaos Temple and said, "Since you are all here today, let's make things clear. Whoever among you feels qualified and capable of entering the highest temple of the Doom Race and becoming the new clan leader, leading the race back to glory, step forward now."

Faced with Wyot's rebuke, the powerhouses turned pale and knelt down one by one.

Standing at the top of the steps, Thea glanced at James and then waved her hand, throwing out the Chaos Honlarne Sword she had seized earlier. "Wyot, this is your race's treasured sword. Use it to execute them and select a new batch of leaders to solve the problem at its root."

Wyot was momentarily stunned when he caught the flying sword. The kneeling powerhouses trembled in fear. They never imagined that the usually meek and uninvolved Wyot could be so terrifying and ruthless when truly angered.

Out of the fifty-three Lords of the Universe and more than eighty elders of the Doom Race, half were swiftly eliminated. They held significant power within the race, dominating their territories. Yet, perhaps due to prolonged protection and indulgence under the Jademora Empire's Chancellor Xezal, they had forgotten the strict and dreadful rules of the Doom Race.

With a swish, Wyot drew the Chaos Honlarne Sword, unleashing an overwhelming killing intent that engulfed the kneeling powerhouses.

A female elder, overwhelmed by

fear, raised her hands and shouted,

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Following her lead, the other senior authorities and nobles echoed her plea in disarray.

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Holding the sword, Wyot advanced toward them step by step.

"Let's make a bet," Thea nudged James. "I bet he won't dare kill all. Otherwise, the Doom

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James raised an eyebrow and asked, "What's the wager?"

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"I'll let you decide," Thea replied confidently.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

James stroked his chin, pretending to ponder. "Let's bet on two children."

Thea was taken aback. "What do you mean? You want to bet our children?"

James glanced at Thea. "No, I mean if you lose, we'll have two more. One boy and one girl."

Caught off guard by his sudden words, Thea blushed and gave James a slap.