“Now that you’ve shown yourself, you’re hiding behind a curtain. You’re turning a deaf ear and merely watching everything unfold. Are you worthy to be the god of all realms?”

Xzavion raised his voice with the last sentence.

Upon hearing that, the place fell silent. The higher authorities of the Doom Race and the war kings didn’t dare to breathe as they kneeled on the ground.

Meanwhile, Truett and Rebella exchanged helpless glances.

James, who was sitting on the chair, lowered his head.

Xzavion's words were aimed at the fraudster, but James couldn’t help but feel guilty.

The fraudster wasn’t doing anything, but wasn’t James behaving the same way?

James had built the Jademora Empire to protect the living beings. Now that such a situation had arisen, he couldn’t even reveal his identity.

With all realms in chaos at the moment, revealing his identity would render all his efforts futile.

"He wasn’t talking about you," Thea said telepathically. "Even though you didn’t expose your id