A twenty-year-old white-robed man would completely step onto the altar and carry the fate of the country, becoming the most terrifying figure in the world.
Why would such a terrifying existence appear in Preston?
He was even standing in front of him!
Braydon Neal flicked his fingers and smiled. His left hand was placed on his waist, and he was holding a pitch-black sword hilt.
The Northern King sword was about to be unsheathed!
Any foreign martial artist who did not submit an official letter would be killed without mercy.
This was an ironclad law!
Ichiro Takagi's eyes were filled with fear. He could not help but look at Braydon's left hand. He did not pay attention to the black hilt of the sword. Instead, he was looking at the sleeve of his left hand. There was a small golden Qilin embroidered on it.
The symbol of the northern army, the golden Qilin!
Ordinary people could find it on the Internet.
