The Almighty Dragon General

Chapter 7555

Seeing Truett in such a state, James, hidden in the shadows, felt a trace of relief. Despite everything, Truett still believed in him. It wasn't out of naivety or ignorance. Truett understood the truth perfectly well but chose to trust him anyway.

Truett was the young master of Sk, and despite his noble birth and privileged upbringing, he never displayed arrogance. This was why James had high hopes for him, tested him strictly, and used drastic measures to inspire his transformation.

As Truett carried Xitlaly away step by step, James slowly turned around, watching them go.

James murmured, "What is a true friend? It means that everything you do has his most reasonable and understandable explanation."

Thea, who had also landed, snorted coldly, "You don't feel guilty? You're so shameless!"

James asked, "Why should I feel guilty? You're a woman and won't understand the friendship between men!"

Thea grabbed Yaretzi and said, "This bastard is talking about us. Let's beat him up!"

Yaretzi smiled indifferently and asked, "What about Yianni?"

"Have you thought about your matters yet?" James looked around, diverting the topic.

Yaretzi and Thea exchanged puzzled glances.

Suddenly, James spread his arms, and a Soul Energy Ball emitting a vital Hongrome Energy appeared in his palm.

The two immediately grasped the situation.

Thea instantly snatched the Soul

Energy Ball. "I'll take it! He's a Hongrome Child, and I brought Xitlaly to the Great Historial Land to give birth to him. It's only reasonable that he becomes my disciple."Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Yaretzi chuckled. "I can't agree with you, Thea. The Supreme Path is asking us to discuss..."

Thea patted Yaretzi's shoulder and said, "The Supreme Path is nothing to me! Don't worry, I'll find you someone better."

Yaretzi was rendered speechless.

Seeing the two leave arm in arm, James waved and disappeared from the spot.

In the Marciais Combat Form's

Origin, a man with cascading long hair, dressed in a black robe, stood majestically on a towering mountain. He looked at the countless universities slowly ntless

vel

rotating around him. His long hair moved with the wind as he stood tall, like a lone wolf in the dark.

An amethyst-gold light flashed, and a handsome man appeared.

"Time has passed, and things have changed. Even if there is power to research the top, all is but an illusion."

The handsome man behind him sighed and nodded.

"How did you find this place?" the black-robed man asked without turning around.

"You may not recollect. Once upon a

ne

time, your soul spirit helped me achieve the Fourth Marciais Combat Form here. I remember it, but you might not."

The black-robed man turned around, staring at the handsome man.

"I never forgot. I'm afraid you did."