“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 penetrated 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 decapit