Breeding Dragons From Today

"Damn it!"

Grover suddenly became irritable. He raised his sickle and rushed towards Joelson. He said, "Kid, I don't believe you are that strong!"

Joelson glanced at Grover indifferently and stretched out a finger.

He aimed at Grover and gently swiped the air.

Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, Glover's body froze and he maintained a forward posture.

The next second, the blade of slaughter in his hand suddenly broke into two from the edge of the blade.

Next was Glover. A thin line appeared on his forehead and extended downwards.

His body slowly separated and was neatly divided into two halves from the middle.

His entire body fell down like a pile of trash, falling to the ground and turning into a pile of rotten meat.

Everyone blinked their eyes, stunned by the disaster. They had no time to react at all.

The Chief Judge of the Dark Church held the blade of slaughter in his hand. His strength was comparable to Grover, who was at the middle stage of the saint level.

He died just like that with a light slash from Joelson?

He didn't even have the chance to make a move.

They thought of the death of Clive, who was also at the saint level just now.

Everyone was in a mess.

They looked at Joelson in horror.

How powerful was Joelson?

Cold sweat kept coming out of Ulysses's forehead and flowed down to his chin like a small stream.

"Do you think you are very smart?"

Joelson looked down at Ulysses from high in the sky and said coldly.

"Do you think you can make use of the people around you?"

"Do you think it's great that you've spent less than 200 years to advance to the middle stage of the saint level?"

"Do you think it's great to insult the teacher who once helped you wholeheartedly?"

Joelson took a step forward and stepped on the top of Ulysses's head. He looked into Ulysses's eyes and said, "In front of absolute strength, everything you've done is like a clown's clumsy and laughable performance."

Under the pressure of the domain, every word from Joelson exploded in Ulysses's ears like thunder, causing him to completely collapse.

"You're just a pitiful worm."

"No!"

Ulysses roared in fear and collapsed.

Joelson stepped down and kicked him into the soil.

The one-armed Ulysses was no longer as elegant as before. He struggled and roared miserably.

In the distance, a figure quietly climbed onto the back of the poisonous dragon and desperately commanded the latter to escape.

Joelson glanced at it indifferently.

Du Lu roared and swung its tail at it.

The poisonous dragon and Hawthorne on its back were instantly smashed into a mass of meat paste.

Ulysses took this opportunity to escape. Joelson glanced at him casually.

Ulysses's four limbs immediately fell off. The incision was smooth, so strange that it seemed as if it had fallen off on its own.

"Leave your life to Teacher."

Joelson said calmly and turned around.

Harriet Terrence and the others looked at him in a daze.

From the moment Joelson appeared to the moment he killed the members of the Dark Church, less than a minute had passed.

A crisis that concerned the life and death of Alcott and everyone was easily erased by Joelson.

Words could not describe the shock in everyone's hearts.

If it were not for Joelson's appearance, they would not have believed that the young man in front of them was so powerful that even space trembled.

It was the young genius who had left the Southern Region.

"Joelson."

Harriet Terrence's gaze was complicated as he called out hesitantly.

Joelson bowed in a standard magician's etiquette and said in a low voice, "Teacher, I'm back."

In an instant, cheers flooded the air.

"Joelson Edward!"

Countless people still remembered this name. It was the young man who had shocked the entire capital and whose name had spread throughout the four great empires.

Now, he was back!

Dayshannon could no longer control her emotions. She quickly threw herself into Joelson's arms and cried uncontrollably.

Stephanie's eyes were filled with envy. She wanted to be like Dayshannon but she could not.

Fred looked at Harriet Terrence with envy and then turned his surprised gaze back to Joelson.

Don Quixote was filled with complicated feelings. The youth who had defeated him back then had left him far behind.

He could not even see his opponent's back.

Just as the entire city was cheering, the white light in the southern sky shone brightly, and holy light shone down.

A few rays of white light, as well as the majestic unicorn honor guard, the golden holy light floated down like petals.

The entire field suddenly quieted down. Harriet Terrence and Fred's expressions were a little unsightly.

"It's the people from the Church of Light. Do they also want to take advantage of us? Damn it!"

Before they could finish their complaints...

The Church of Light's troops landed on the city wall. A few light experts who were emitting saint-level auras walked quickly to the front of the crowd. Then, they knelt on one knee at the feet of Joelson and spoke in a nervous and fearful tone:

"Throne, please forgive us for being late."

Harriet Terrence and everyone were stunned.

"Archbishop Saroyan."

Harriet Terrence and Fred opened their mouths.

The few people kneeling in front of Joelson included the red-robed Archbishop of the Church of Light, Saint Louis.

There were also a few people they didn't know.

However, they could clearly feel that these people had all reached the saint-rank.

Especially the one who spoke earlier. His aura was powerful and he was at least at the late-stage saint-rank.

However, these experts of the Church of Light, who could make Harriet Terrence and the others have respect or look up to, were all kneeling respectfully in front of Joelson.

Their eyes were nervous as if they were afraid that Joelson would vent his anger.

They threw out the respectful titles that the people of the Church of Light used to address Joelson.

Throne?

What kind of existence did that represent?

In an instant, the image of Joelson in the eyes of everyone became infinitely tall and distant.

"Get up. These matters have nothing to do with you."

Only then did the Church of Light's Tockden and the others heave a sigh of relief. They stood up and stood respectfully to the side.

With a casual wave of Joelson's hand, Ulysses, who had been sliced into a human rod, flew in front of the few of them.

Ulysses looked extremely miserable. He was on the verge of going crazy. His eyes were mournful and fearful.

When Harriet Terrence saw his miserable state, his eyes could not help but reveal a hint of reluctance.

Joelson glanced at Harriet Terrence and said calmly, "Since Teacher can't do it, then let me do it for you."

Joelson's cold gaze fell on Ulysses, who suddenly widened his eyes.

Joelson calmly stretched out his right hand and covered Ulysses.

"People like you should be sentenced to death!"

"No!"

Joelson's right hand released a platinum light that covered Ulysses.

Shrill screams reverberated in the air above the city wall. Half of the capital could hear the cries of the owl.

Everyone saw that the flesh on Ulysses's body was cut off by the platinum light. He was becoming thinner and thinner.

The whole process went on for a long time. In the end, Ulysses was only a skeleton that lacked limbs.

Then, Joelson crushed his skull. Crushed his soul.