"Yes, sir!"
The hundreds of yin-yang people wanted to leave.
A faint smile hung on Braydon Neal's lips.
These people wanted to leave. Did they think that he was a decoration?
Yin-yang martial artists were to be killed wherever they were.
Thus, Braydon placed his right hand behind his back, and the white light on his body soared into the sky, illuminating the entire village. Accompanied by a powerful pressure, it gushed out like waves.
Scholar was shocked and said, "Quasi pinnacle?"
"Why do I feel that it's kind of like the pinnacle!"
Heavenly Teacher was stunned.
Woodcutter was horrified. "Just from his appearance alone, he's not even twenty years old. Being a pinnacle at his age... Has there ever been such a person in Hansworth in the past hundred years?"
The three of them looked at each other and finally understood why this young man in white dared to be such a tyrant.
