The Almighty Dragon General

Chapter 15 

"It was me!"

It was just three words, yet it resounded through the hall like crackling thunder and rang in the attendees' ears, shaking all thoughts from their minds.

Even Trent, still on stage, was stunned.He was a battle- hardened deputy commander of the Western border.He had fought hundreds of battles alongside the Blithe King himself, yet James's roar froze him completely, rendering him unable to react for an instant.

When he was finally able to move, he spotted a man walking into the hall.The person donned a black ghost mask, and a chill emanated from his body.This chill seemed to penetrate throughout the entire hall, lowering the temperature by a few degrees.

"That's him?"

"That's the person in the ghost mask that killed Warren Xavier!"

The celebrities finally reacted, their faces growing pale in shock and terror as James walked past them.

They remembered the gruesome image that had happened only half a month ago, when William Xavier's arm was yanked off, and Warren Xavier was decapitated, his headless body falling into a pool of his own blood.

"You?"

Trent's expression darkened.He knew the ghost mask this man wore.He had seen it on their surveillance footage, when this man murdered his father.

"The remnant of the Cadens?"

Trent stared at James, who was still approaching him.He may have been a battle-hardened deputy commander, with over a hundred battles under his belt, but the bloodlust he felt from this man was nothing he had ever experienced.

spotted the bloodied Thea on stage, her shallow gasps for breath the only indication that she

only two things James cared deeply about.The comrades that fought

saved him from that inferno, his savior who had been on his mind ever since

Thea Callahan.If he kept that honor, he would likely

dared

Dragons had lamellas.

could save him now! Even if the Blithe King stood before them, he would be

and Trent made

battle-hardened body trembled slightly under James's gaze, and sweat beaded inexplicably on

reached behind him and pulled out a length of incredibly thin wire.His hand tightened around the wire, made of silver needles, and walked slowly to the auction stage

rhythmically throughout the hall, startling the audience with every step he took.His footsteps grew heavier, becoming akin to an earthquake by the end, even managing to shake the tables

"The...Black..."

he spotted the silver

world

split instantaneously.Silver needles exploded towards Trent, embedding themselves accurately

flew back to James, once again converging to form a thin wire, now stained

without even getting his last

deep regret.He spotted a wire in the surveillance

Thea Callahan, even if he was given all the courage in the world! This was the Black Dragon! The legendary Black Dragon of the Southern Plains, one of The Five Commanders, on par with his superior! Yet he knew that even though they were of the same rank, not even ten Blithe Kings would win against one Black Dragon! Trent fell over slowly as the horrified crowd watched

laid on

the mask approached her.She tried to clear her hazy vision so she could memorize the mask, but she had lost too much blood.Her

a pair of strong arms