Braydon Neal stretched his waist lazily.
His thin lips moved slightly as he said softly, "At the ceremony in seven days, I will use the fate of the country to control the power of the eight techniques and walk an unprecedented pinnacle martial arts path. I wonder if it will work!"
The soft murmur made Jay Morris lower his head, pretending not to hear it.
Because it was related to Braydon's pinnacle martial arts path.
In fact, the martial artists in the world had long been arguing about it.
There were all kinds of theories.
However, no one knew what kind of pinnacle martial arts path Braydon was going to take.
In the end, the capital made a decision for Braydon, allowing him to take advantage of the twenty-year-old official rite ceremony to carry the fate of the country as his own martial arts path!
This was the intention of the capital.
Braydon had his own plans, his own pinnacle martial arts path.
