"Do you have a sword technique in the ancient martial arts you are cultivating?"
Braydon Neal asked calmly.
Santiago Huelva held the sword in his left hand and snorted. "My master taught me. Of course, it does."
"This sword technique was created by the commander. Everyone in the Northern Army knows it. It's used to kill!"
Karmelo Huelva looked at his son and told him the truth.
"I don't believe you!" Santiago pointed his sword at Karmelo and growled.
"No worries!"
Braydon asked Karmelo to take Santiago back to the northern territory.
As for Leocadio Delgado, he was panting heavily as he stood on the spot, his eyes revealing despair.
The fate of the country that was once again attracted was still taken away by Braydon in the end.
There was no hope for Marshland to rise again.
"Next time you want to attract the fate of the country, remember to let me know." Braydon glanced at him and smiled.
"Why you! Pfft!"
