This question made everyone shudder.
The martial artists of the aristocratic families had actually revealed such an arrogant side and publicly insulted the special operations team.
It showed that these guys had never put the rules of the Central Plains main team in their eyes.
Based on the Central Plains team's evaluation, this kind of arrogance was enough to be classified as extremely dangerous.
Harris Flitwick's entire body trembled as he looked at the white-robed youth in front of him. He stood there quietly with his hands behind his back. The black cloak on his shoulders and the cloud Qilin on it gave off a supreme aura.
He was the Northern King!
Although he was young, he was noble.
"King Braydon, do you really think that you can use the northern army to target us aristocratic families?" Harris sneered hoarsely.
