How could he die here?
Forced by Braydon Neal to unleash his full strength, the devilish youth fought until madness took over.
Ten thousand swords swept through the air as he abandoned his human form, transforming into his innate dragon body, swallowing the sun and moon to boost his combat strength.
His cultivation rose by an entire realm—true demon realm.
His power was now comparable to an ancient demon.
He unleashed everything he had—full strength, hidden trump cards.
The sword in his hand slashed through the air, clashing with the storm of swords.
"Kill them!" the demon youth shouted, charging forward with his sword.
"30% of my power is enough to kill you," Braydon smiled.
As soon as he spoke, a sword appeared in his hand—the Northern King Sword.
Through the years, Braydon had wielded more than one or two eon artifacts, but the Northern King was his chosen weapon in this life.
