The Almighty Dragon General

Looking at the crowd of high-ranking Dooms members hurling mockery at him, Wyot's silence broke into an angry laugh. Raising his hand, a Bohnwer Light materialized into a phantom hand, which then grabbed the elderly man's neck, lifting him into the air.

The group of high-ranking members was startled by the spectacle. Even James' group displayed surprised expressions.

"Wyot, you... cough!" the elderly man struggled to speak, "You're..."

Wyot cut him off, "You're the last senior elder within the Dooms. I've always treated you with respect, but that doesn't give you the right to exploit it and act arrogantly."

"You..."

Wyot's tone turned icy, "I've never sought unreasonable benefits for the Dooms. But I will never forget that we were once just a group of ants struggling in a minor plane within the Dark World. Back then, we thought we had made it by being one of the top ten races."

His gaze swept across the high-ranking members as he raised his voice, "James led us out of that tiny place and showed us the vastness of the Dark World.

Four Ancient Races, and died battling Xayal. Miraculously,

assembly trembled at his

are nothing. There would be no Jademora Empire, nor would we have

"All of your glory, cultivation resources, and status are thanks to

in everyone's ears, rendering them speechless; some

moment, Wyot slowly raised his head to look at Balochi,

high status and notable achievements However, never

rose, nearly

members frowned, humiliated by

comes from Emperor Caden. Since it's from him, it represents the highest law in the Greater Realms!" "Whoever dares to violate it will be

of one's status, violators of

the phantom hand tightened