Breeding Dragons From Today

The rest of the people suddenly woke up, their eyes shining with admiration.

The records of the two great geniuses of the Saint Realm had been broken, and they had witnessed it with their own eyes.

This person in front of them was the true number one genius!

Joelson stood in front of the 47th step for a long time but he still didn't continue.

He had a strong premonition in his heart.

In the next step, he would probably be crushed into meat paste.

It might not be so serious but it would definitely be a serious injury.

A hint of helplessness appeared on Joelson's face. What kind of secret entrance was this? It was impossible to enter.

This requirement was too high.

Sure enough, it was impossible to enter the Saint Realm by taking a small path.

Joelson could only turn around and walk down the steps step by step.

"Quick, quick, have you found out?"

Looking at Joelson walking down the steps facing them, someone rushed him urgently.

The magic crystal image of Joelson's appearance was quickly sent over. The young and handsome youth in the magic crystal looked exactly the same as the mysterious youth in front of him.

The only difference was that the latter had an overbearing and cold temperament on top of the former's calm and elegant foundation.

"As expected!"

The eyes of the many saint-level masters lit up as they exclaimed one after another.

"It's really him!"

"He's not even twenty years old! This talent is simply unbelievable!"

"He has killed quite a number of people from the Church of Light. The Holy Zither will definitely come and find trouble with him!"

"He's out!"

Joelson originally thought that he would return to the golden passageway when he walked down the steps. However, he did not expect that what appeared in front of him was a huge square.

On Cloud Square, dozens of gazes were staring straight at him.

This was?

The Saint Realm!

Joelson was stunned for a moment before he suddenly understood.

It turned out that after he walked up the steps, he only needed to turn around and come down. He would be able to enter the Saint Realm easily.

However, he didn't know and thought that he had wasted a lot of time climbing up so many levels.

The dozens of people in front of him were all at the saint-level and above.

Most of them were at the early stage of the saint-level, and a few of them had reached the middle stage of the saint-level. The two strongest people were emitting the aura of the late stage of the saint-level.

As expected of the Saint Realm.

Joelson's eyes flickered slightly. It was rare to see saint-level powerhouses outside, but here, they were like weeds.

Joelson took two steps forward, only to find that these people were retreating.

He was stunned for a moment and was surprised to see the faces of these saint-level masters.

Shock, surprise, admiration, and a trace of fear.

When Joelson frowned slightly, this trace of fear became more and more intense.

Joelson simply stopped walking.

What he didn't know was that although his dragonification had been lifted, his golden pupils had returned to their original black color.

However, after fusing with the dragon bloodline, his body would unconsciously emit an overbearing and fierce aura. The sharpness of the platinum power would cause those saint-level masters who were not strong enough to get close to him to feel waves of piercing pain on their skin. It was as if countless sharp blades were pressed against their body.

Moreover.

The title of the enemy of light was still on Joelson's head. Even Stanley, who was at the peak of the saint-level, had been killed by him.

Ordinary saint-level masters would not dare to approach him.

"Joelson Edward?"

Finally, someone came up to Joelson and asked tentatively.

Joelson looked up. It was the tall man who had brushed shoulders with him on the steps. He was also one of the two late-stage saint-level masters.

Joelson nodded slightly and said, "You are?"

"Oswede, I think you've heard of my name before."

Oswede revealed a smile.

This sentence might sound arrogant when said by someone else, but it didn't make Joelson feel arrogant when said by Oswede. Oswede had a natural king's temperament that made people like him and trust him.

Just like his nickname.

"Golden Lion?"

Joelson asked back.

Oswede nodded, then glanced at the surrounding saint-level powerhouses who were discussing fervently, saying in a low voice, "We'd better talk somewhere else."

Saying that, Oswede quickly walked in a certain direction.

Joelson thought for a moment but ultimately chose to follow.

After leaving the crowd, Oswede directly flew up.

Joelson caught up with Oswede and explained to him, "If we continue to stay there, there might be trouble."

"Trouble?"

Joelson couldn't help but frown.

Oswede was about to explain when two extremely fast white lights suddenly shot out in front of them.

The two wore beautiful paladin armor and came at them with gloomy faces.

Both of them had reached the late stage of the saint-level.

Oswede's expression changed and he said in a low voice, "Trouble is coming."

He was about to pull out the sword at his waist when Joelson flew up first.

The platinum light streaked across the sky, dazzling to the eye.

The two saint-level powerhouses had ugly expressions. Just as they were about to say something, the platinum light had already streaked across their chests and the two figures fell down like stones.

Oswede's eyes were wide open and his mouth was slightly agape. It was obvious that he had yet to react.

Joelson calmly flew back and said indifferently, "This shouldn't be considered trouble."

Oswede opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word. He could only laugh bitterly helplessly.

"Yeah, I forgot that you're Joelson Edward."

Oswede looked at the two figures falling down with some worry and said, "Killing is forbidden in the Saint Realm."

"Don't worry," said Joelson, "They won't die."

Yes, Joelson held back by not directly killing the two holy knights of the Church of Light.

But a fall from such a high place, even if they were saint-level strong, one would be afraid to break all the bones.

"That's fine."

Oswede heaved a sigh of relief and said with a wry smile, "I suddenly regret being with an enemy of the light. If it were not for the Order of the Silver Throne, I would never have interfered in this matter."

Joelson frowned slightly. "Silver Throne?"

Oswede explained, "The four most powerful lords of the Saint Realm are known as the Four Great Thrones. The Silver Throne, the Flame Throne, the Light Throne, and the Dark Throne are all god-level powerhouses."

"A month ago, His Majesty Nicholas came to the Saint Realm to seek the protection of the Silver Throne. The Silver Throne once said that if you can step onto the 40th level of the stairway of the gods, he can take over the enmity with the Church of Light for you."

Joelson understood a little. "The person behind the Church of Light is the Light Throne?"

"Yes."

Oswede nodded and said "The Light Throne is also publicly acknowledged to be the most powerful of the Four Thrones. The reason why the Church of Light is able to spread its teachings throughout the entire central continent is also because of the support of the Light Throne. On the other hand, the Dark Throne has never cared about the matters of the Dark Church. The Dark Church has always been suppressed by the Church of Light, and it seems to have nothing to do with him. However, everyone knows that he has a conflict with the Light Throne."