Breeding Dragons From Today
chapter-118

It was indeed a dragon.

Joelson was also stunned. This was the first time he had seen a native dragon of this world.

It was a poisonous dragon.

It had a green body and was covered with ugly poison sacs. When its evil eyes swept over anyone, it would make one's hair stand on end.

To be precise, the poisonous dragon was a dragon race that was not recognized by dragons.

Ugly, despicable, evil. The dragons loathed it more than the ordinary dragons.

Its existence had greatly tarnished the dignity of the dragons. Similarly, the poison dragon's strength was far inferior to other types of dragons.

However, this poison dragon exuded a terrifying aura.

Level nine!

It was actually a level nine poison dragon.

As they flew closer, everyone could see clearly.

On the back of the poisonous dragon stood a man in a long black robe.

He was tall, handsome, and had an elegant and gentle smile on his face.

In stark contrast to the poisonous dragon under his feet, it was enough to make the hearts of most of the young noble girls move.

The man in the long black robe flew up from the back of the poisonous dragon and walked towards the direction of the Alcott Empire's team with one step in the air.

Everyone was shocked.

Another saint-level!

Joelson felt Harriet's body tremble slightly beside him. He was slightly surprised and did not have the time to ask.

He saw the black-robed man walk over ten meters in front of them. He bowed respectfully and said softly, "Teacher, I'm so glad to see you again."

Harriet had a complicated look in his eyes. He slowly said his name, "Ulysses."

Joelson was shocked.

Ulysses, this was Ulysses!

He had actually advanced to the saint-level?!

Ulysses smiled and his gaze naturally fell on Joelson. He said, "Teacher, it seems that you've taken in another amazing disciple."

Harriet Terrence stood behind Joelson without leaving a trace, coldly saying, "Don't call me teacher, I'm no longer your teacher."

Ulysses did not speak, instead, he turned to look in Joelson's direction.

Being swept by his gaze, Joelson felt even more uncomfortable than being stared at by the Type 9 poison dragon.

With the four countries' cultivators present, the disparity was immediately revealed.

The combined might of the people from the Alcott Empire and the Yheng empire was not comparable to either the Blazing Sun or the Brightmoon Empire.

Just the fact that it was the amount they were riding showed how deep their foundations were.

Furthermore, the people from the Blazing Sun and the brightmoon Empire were all at the level 7 realm or above.

Compared to the level 6 experts from the Alcot Empire and the Yheng empire, there were even level 5 experts.

The trial had yet to begin and the victor had already been decided.

The only ones who could bring out the best were Joelson, Don Quixote, and Stephanie.

Especially Joelson. He was younger than the other trial-takers, but his strength was particularly outstanding.

However, Harriet Terrence had asked Joelson to change his mage robe, which represented level-8, to hide his strength, so not many people noticed his existence.

"Everyone is here. It's about time for the trial to begin."

Archbishop Saloyan of the Church of Light repeated the rules that Harriet had mentioned before. Grover of the Dark Church looked extremely impatient throughout the entire process.

"The person with the most points will receive a special reward."

"I have a suggestion!"

Before Saloyan could finish his sentence, Grover interrupted him impatiently.

Saloyan could not help but frown.

Grover's cold gaze swept across all the trial-takers. He slowly said, "Why don't we change the rules a little this year?"

"How?!"

Grover revealed a sinister smile.

Pointing at the trial-takers of the Church of Light, he said loudly, "By killing the trial-takers of the opposing camp, one head counts as two times the corresponding level magic beast's mana core points. How about it?"

"You!"

Saloyan's expression turned extremely ugly.

Harriet and Fred's expressions also turned ugly.

Someone clapped his hands and laughed softly.

"That's a good idea."

Ulysses smiled at Saloyan and said, "Respected Archbishop, your Church of Light shouldn't be afraid, right?"

"Hmph!" Saloyan turned his head to look at the gray-haired young man with silver pupils. He sneered and said, "Sure. I look forward to the holy light purifying the filthy and depraved souls of your Dark Church."

"We don't agree!" Harriet spoke.

A human head was worth more points than a magical beast core. Wasn't such a rule forcing the trial-takers to kill each other?

With the ferocious nature of the cult of shadows, it was hard to say if the students behind them could even live to 20%.

Ulysses smiled and said, "Teacher, this rule is more beneficial to you. If Teacher were to hunt magical beasts, you would have even less chance of winning."

Fred also tried his best to reason.

But in the end, it was only for trial-takers who had the strength below tier 5. A human head did not count as a point.

The faces of most of the trial-takers of the Alcott Empire and the Yheng Empire were pale.

Only now did they feel the cruelty and bloodiness of the trials of the four kingdoms.

Their lives were marked as a price for points. From the moment they stepped into the magical beast forest, they had to worry that their heads would be taken away at any time.

"The trial begins!"

Grover said loudly, "As per the old rules, the trial-takers from the Alcott Empire and the Yheng Empire can enter half a day earlier."

The trial-takers entered the Magical Beast Forest one after another. The dense forest blocked out the sunlight, like the ferocious mouths of magical beasts, swallowing the trial-takers in.

Joelson turned his head and saw the slightly worried look in Harriet Terrence's eyes, as well as Ulysses' gentle and strange smile.

When the people of the Dark Church and the Church of Light entered the Magical Beast Forest one after another.

Ulysses looked at a very prominent figure in the camp of the Church of light and thought of something.

"If I'm not wrong, he should be that Saint Louis who has more than 50% of the holy affinity?!"

Saloyan snorted coldly and did not say anything.

Ulysses did not care at all. He continued, "It is not easy to find a genius with more than 50% holy affinity in a small place like the southern region. If he dies, your eminence, you will be very sad, right?"

Saloyan's expression was very ugly.

"What do you mean?"

Ulysses smiled and said, "I am just worried for your eminence."

Ulysses suddenly exclaimed in an exaggerated manner, clapping his hands and said, "It's so boring to wait here for half a month. Why don't we play a game too?"

Ulysses' gaze slowly swept across the three saint-level powerhouses. He smiled and said, "How about a bet? Let's bet on who will be the final winner?"

No one paid attention to his suggestion. They all looked at him coldly.

Ulysses flipped his palm, and there was a feather in his hand that was emitting a dense sacred aura.

Saloyan's pupils suddenly contracted. He said, "Light wings! How did you get them?!"

Ulysses did not explain. Instead, he stretched out his other hand and looked at Harriet Terrence.

A green thing appeared in his hand. It looked like moss-covered soil.

Harriet Terrence's eyelid twitched at the sight of the Earth, and he showed no expression.