His temper was explosive.
He stood up and shouted at Braydon Neal, "Who are you? What do you want?"
"Just a small matter," Braydon replied lightly, glancing at him.
"Get down here!" the tall youth shouted coldly. "You're above my head! Who do you think you are?!"
Hearing this, Braydon slowly looked over, his gaze bone-chilling.
"What can you teach me?" Braydon turned around and walked toward the young man.
"This place is the highest in the sky. You can't go beyond the peak of the Five Elements Mountain. You don't even know the rules. It's time to teach you a lesson."
The tall young man released his own pressure—the pressure of a peak saint!
Moreover, it was more than ten times stronger than an ordinary peak saint.
This person was invincible among his peers.
His hands were stained with the blood of at least a thousand people of his generation.
