"Commander," Zayn Ziegler grinned. "Back in the Northern Territory, it wasn't dangerous when the eight countries invaded our borders!"
Braydon Neal smiled and told Zayn to get ready in ten minutes.
Then, he used the eight king-conferring techniques to help Zayn break through.
The eight king-conferring techniques had always been a mystery!
Zayn had never seen Braydon unleash all eight techniques.
Last night in the capital, Braydon had only used the martial art technique of the eight techniques to kill more than a hundred experts from the powerful and aristocratic families.
If all eight techniques were used, he could kill a pinnacle!
It was definitely not empty talk.
Braydon sat cross-legged on the spot and closed his eyes to regulate his breathing.
Zayn was also relaxing, waiting for the commander to help him break through.
