"It's a pity that the Northern King sword is with Danny. Otherwise, I'll kill my way into hell tonight and slaughter all ten levels to avenge my teacher!" Braydon Neal stood with his hands behind his back.
If there was, Braydon would dare to kill ten levels of hell because he had great animosity toward them!
Braydon's murderous words seemed to be very calm.
A hoarse male voice came from the dark, "As expected of the Northern King, your words are so domineering, and your bearing is unparalleled!"
"Since you're already here, why are you hiding? The 167th generation disciple of the Dragon-Tiger bloodline, Sebastian Wood, is waiting for your challenge!"
Sebastian's right hand lightly rested on the handle of his sword, his eyes grave.
This was the great danger he had mentioned!
In today's day and age, martial arts had declined, and there were weak low-level martial artists everywhere.
