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.

eyes the only thing that was exposed.Henry, who had been following James, spotted the bloodied Thea on stage, her shallow gasps for breath the only indication that she was alive.His heart started pounding.He knew then that there was about to

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

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

that honor, he

dared

Dragons had lamellas.

them, and death would be assured.Thea was James's lamella.Trent was a dead man.No one could save him now! Even if the Blithe King stood before them, he would be cut down if he dared make an attempt

and Trent made

James's gaze, and sweat

the wire, made

The sound of his wide leather toe box shoes echoed rhythmically throughout the hall, startling the audience with every step he took.His footsteps grew heavier, becoming

"The...Black..."

face contorted in horror as he spotted the silver needle

person in this world capable

split instantaneously.Silver needles

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

died without even getting his last words out

in his death was a deep regret.He spotted a wire in the surveillance footage, but it was too far away for

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

laid on the

she spotted the person wearing the ghost mask.The owner of 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 mind was engulfed in a fog as

claimed her, she felt a pair of strong arms pick her