The Almighty Dragon General

Chapter 50 James’s roar was like cracking thunder, making Rowena’s ears ring and leaving her in a daze.

All she could do was sob, not knowing how else to respond. After a while, she finally calmed down enough to say something, her face a look of despair. “I don’t know… I really don’t… 1- I think Trent took the painting to the Capital as a gift for someone.”

Slice!

James picked up the switchblade from the bed and swung it at Rowena’s hand, splattering blood everywhere,

Rowena opened her mouth in agony, but no sound came out. Her expression twisted hideously in pain and she trembled.

James casually pulled out some silver needles and inserted them into Rowena’s body.

Rowena could not die yet. Not without the painting back in his hands.

Her palm stopped bleeding after the needles were inserted, but the pain was still there.

It was an unbearable kind of pain.

now, all she wanted was

was worse than death, yet she was

stared at Rowena, looking like a bereaved dog. “This pain you’ve suffered is nowhere near enough to atone for your sins,” he said coldly. “I’ll ask you again. Where is Moonlit Flowers on Cliffside’s Edge?” “L… I

James frowned.

average person would have cracked and told him the truth under such torture, out of a primal need for self-preservation. If Rowena was saying that she had no idea where the painting was, did it mean she was telling the

heirloom. It had been passed down through his lineage for countless generations. His grandfather even said that their family

trembling, her

was stuck in consciousness, unable to truly

emanated from the wounds on her face and arms, tormenting her by

was a demon. The fear she felt of him ran deep into her

some time. Find out where the painting went. If by the time

pool of liquid grew under him. He had soiled his pants in fright “I- I have nothing to do with this! I d-don’t know anything!” Charles stuttered before begging

happened tonight gets out, well…you know the consequences,” James said coldly, but he knew who deserved his wrath.

I don’t mind telling you. I’m the Black Dragon of the Southern Plains, commander of the Black Dragon Army. Forget Trent Xavier, I can even kill the Blithe king if I