Breeding Dragons From Today

Ulysses swept his gaze across everyone and sighed calmly, "I came here today to take all of your lives."

The air instantly became much colder, and the temperature seemed to have dropped to freezing point.

The killing intent on Ulysses's body rolled like a wave. Everyone's faces were pale and their eyes revealed fear.

"One, two, three..."

Ulysses counted them one by one, then frowned and said, "There's still one missing. Teacher, where's the disciple you're most proud of? Why isn't he here? Has he also chosen to abandon you?"

"Shut up!"

Harriet Terrence's tone turned cold for the first time.

"Don't confuse Joelson with you. He's different from you!"

At the mention of this name, many people on the scene were moved. There were reminiscences, regrets, and hatred.

"Hmph!"

Ulysses snorted coldly as if he did not refute.

"My lord."

At this time, Clive walked up with an evil smile, he said respectfully, "Can you leave that woman to me? I've long heard of the great name of the empire's pearl. I've always wanted to have a good taste of her. Oh, right, it's said that she's also Joelson's fiancée."

Clive's evil eyes darted back and forth between Dayshannon's body. The latter's face was pale and she clutched the hem of her skirt tightly.

"Take her away."

Ulysses waved his hand casually.

"Thank you, my lord!"

Clive laughed loudly as he walked towards Dayshannon. His eyes were filled with hatred and loathing, as well as a sense of satisfaction as if he was venting his anger.

"That damned kid made me look so miserable back then. When he comes back, he will find out that his fiancée had become my exclusive property. I don't know how much of a surprise that would be."

Everyone was furious but they were powerless to resist.

A miserable smile appeared on Dayshannon's face. A certain figure appeared in her eyes and a sharp icicle quietly condensed in her hand. She was already prepared to die.

Just when everyone was in despair, helplessness, and anger. When their hearts were filled with helplessness...

A long dragon's roar sounded in the sky.

"You're courting death!"

A voice that was as cold as the frigid wind from the polar glaciers fell from the sky.

Like a clap of thunder, the black shadow of the sky continued to crumble under this voice, and the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled down a layer of gold.

The members of the Dark Church raised their heads in shock.

They only saw an extremely bright platinum light streaking down from the sky and arriving in front of their eyes in an instant.

"Who is it!"

Ulysses shouted angrily, gathering a thick dark aura in his hand and transforming into a black barrier.

The barrier had yet to take shape when it suddenly shattered under the platinum light, as easily as tearing a piece of paper. One of Ulysses's arms also disappeared along with it.

The platinum light headed straight for Clive, whose pupils reflected the platinum light while his face filled with terror.

There was no time to react.

The platinum light flashed.

Clive's body was torn into two pieces in front of everyone's eyes and then quickly disappeared. In the end, not even a bit of residue was left.

The platinum light continued to cut downwards, sinking into the ground.

The earth shook with a loud bang. The hard city wall was split in two from the middle. There was a bottomless ravine underneath.

Turning around, the platinum light fell from an extremely distant place to Clive's position.

A long and narrow black line extended and squirmed. It was a spatial crack that had been cut open.

Everyone was stunned.

From such a far place, a strike was struck.

It continuously chopped off one of Ulysses's arms, wiping out Clive's entire body. It also cut off the city wall, leaving a deep ravine on the ground.

Just how powerful was this person?

Wasn't he too terrifying?

Ulysses's face, which had always been calm and elegant, turned slightly pale.

The wound on his severed arm was still bleeding but he did not seem to notice it.

No one knew that his legs, which were hidden under his robe, were trembling slightly.

That attack just now.

It was too terrifying!

Ulysses did not doubt that if he had stood in front of Clive, he would have been wiped out.

And now, they had not even seen that person's face.

The field quieted down.

Only the figure of the poisonous dragon.

The ugly monster seemed to sense that something was approaching and it looked anxious as if it wanted to escape at any time.

Everyone stared blankly at the direction where the platinum light was coming from.

The shadow sky dispersed and disappeared.

The sky became even darker.

A large shadow was cast down and the terrifying aura pressed down on everyone until they couldn't breathe.

Finally, a figure appeared in the clouds.

Everyone's pupils contracted.

Dragon!

Giant dragon!

The giant dragon's body was extremely huge. When it flapped its wings and slowly descended, it was like a mountain falling from the sky.

It brought an endless sense of oppression to the people below.

A terrifying dragon's might was emitted and everyone couldn't help but want to kneel down.

The poisonous dragon was even trembling in a corner. The dual suppression of its bloodline and strength was about to scare it to death.

"A giant dragon at the peak of the saint level!"

Ulysses's voice was hoarse as he slowly squeezed these words out of his mouth.

The others sucked in a breath of cold air, their minds almost unable to process what was going on.

There was someone on the dragon's back. It should be the person who had spoken and killed Clive.

However, to be able to control a dragon at the peak of saint-level, what kind of power was that?

It was already beyond their understanding.

"Sir... Sir."

Grover stuttered as he looked at Ulysses.

Ulysses stared at the two figures on the dragon's back. One of them gave him a sense of complete familiarity.

Everyone narrowed their eyes and looked at the terrifying dragon in the sky with panic.

Only Harriet Terrence had an excited, ecstatic, and incredulous expression on his face.

It seemed to be...

"Edward!"

Harriet Terrence stood up emotionally. The others looked at him in shock.

Harriet Terrence said again, "Joelson is back. This is Joelson's dragon!"

Only Harriet Terrence had seen Joelson's dragon.

Although his strength and appearance were many times stronger than what he remembered, the aura was indeed the same.

When the dragon completely descended overhead and everyone and saw the figure on the dragon's back clearly, all eyes instantly widened.

"Joelson?"

Stephanie muttered in disbelief.

Don Quixote was also stunned.

Dayshannon's eyes turned red as tears rolled down her cheeks. She was filled with joy, longing, and grievance.

The members of the Dark Church looked as if they had seen a ghost. Their eyes were wide open and their mouths were agape. They were speechless.

Joelson stood on the back of Du Lu. He was as handsome as before. He looked less youthful and his aura had changed drastically.

"I'm back."

He said calmly.

This was to announce his return to the southern mountain range.