The Almighty Dragon General novel Chapter 4521

Amongst the myriad living beings were powerhouses of the Human Race.

“Do you understand it?” Jacopo looked at the Human Race powerhouses beside him.

Jabari, Sienna, Winnie, Noel, and the others shook their heads. The Divine Martial Scripture was too profound and mysterious. They had never encountered such inscriptions before, and they could not decipher them or comprehend their ultimate power in such a short time. All they knew was that the Divine Martial Scripture was incredibly enigmatic, containing the ultimate strength of martial arts.

Swish!

At this moment, a streak of blood light emerged, appearing in the sky above the radiant light. This blood light gradually converged into a handsome man dressed in a red robe.

“Who’s that?” The Doom Race powerhouses immediately looked at the sky.

All the gazes of the present powerhouses converged on the figure of the Ancestral Blood Master.

He was a renowned powerhouse from the first of the Sky Burial Age, but he had remained absent for countless years, with his name surviving only in ancient scrolls. Now that he had finally appeared, none of the living beings present could recognize him.

The Ancestral Blood Master stood in mid-air, casting a disdainful gaze upon the powerhouses below, exuding an aura of unrivaled grandeur. With a nonchalant wave of his hand, a blood light descended, shrouding the Divine Martial Scripture as he sought to forcibly seize it.

The power emanating from the Divine Martial Scripture was formidable, guarded by a restriction crafted by Wyndael. This restriction could withstand any powerhouse in the world, but it proved futile against the might of the Ancestral Blood Master.

Although Wyndael was formidable, he did not dare to confront the Ancestral Blood Master head-on. Otherwise, he would not have brought the Divine Martial Scripture out to lure the Ancestral Blood Master away from the Callahan Residence.

The Divine Martial Scripture was slowly being lifted by the blood light. As the blood light lifted the Divine Martial Scripture, Wyot witnessed the unfolding scene with a rising sense of panic.

“It’s mine!” He bellowed, unleashing a terrifying aura. Brandishing a dazzling longsword, he charged at the Ancestral Blood Master in mid-air, determined to prevent him from seizing the Divine Martial Scripture. With a single thrust, the sword light swept forth, directly striking the Ancestral Blood Master.