This was the northern army!
Would martial artists not be in awe?
Braydon Neal was holding the Northern King sword in his left hand. His cold killing intent made people feel as if they were being stabbed in the back.
Tina Little covered her face, her hair disheveled as she screamed, "You dare hit me?"
She kept shouting.
In this market, with her grandfather around, Tina never thought that someone would dare to hit her in public.
She had been spoiled by Stetson Little since she was young, and he had never had the heart to hit her.
But today, this youth in white had actually hit her.
This unruly girl still did not realize that Braydon had just displayed his strength, a king-level technique!
A king at his peak!
He was also the Northern King. With such a status, he could look down on all parts of Hansworth.
