Roar of the Supreme Warrior novel 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.

James's 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 worked under James long enough to know what his temper was like.

There were only two things James cared deeply about. The comrades that fought alongside him…

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

James had given up on eminent glory and honor for Thea Callahan.

If he kept that honor, he would likely have become the head of the Five Commanders in the future.

Yet Trent had dared torment Thea like this.

Dragons had lamellas. Touch 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 to stop James!

The big hall was completely silent.

James and Trent made eye contact.

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

James 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 as the crowd watched silently on.

Thud! Thud! Thud!