The Omnipotent 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.

face was obscured by the mask, his blood-red 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 be a massacre within this hall.He had

things James cared deeply about.The comrades that fought

savior who had been on his mind

he kept that honor, he would likely have become the

Trent had dared

Dragons had lamellas.

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

and Trent

gaze, and sweat

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 as

shoes echoed rhythmically throughout the hall, startling the audience with every step he took.His footsteps grew

"The...Black..."

as he spotted

this world

flick of James's wrist, the wire split instantaneously.Silver needles exploded towards Trent,

once again converging to form a thin wire,

even getting his last words

only thing he felt in his death was a deep regret.He spotted a wire in the surveillance footage, but

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

on the

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

she felt a pair of