Then, the Northern King sword shot out and stabbed into the ground in front of Gerald Neal!
Braydon's action was self-evident!
Retribution!
He, Gerald Neal, could not escape this fate!
"It's retribution... Retribution!"
Gerald's body trembled. He closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. He held the Northern King sword with both hands and exerted force!
The blade did not move at all!
The Northern King sword was made with the strength of the entire country. It was forged for four years using meteoric iron and weighed 360 kilograms!
Gerald could not even make the sword budge with all his strength!
Braydon sneered, "You are not worthy to die under the Northern King's sword!
"Braydon! You're going too far!"
Gerald's eyes were red. Under the intense humiliation, he suddenly stood up and hit his head against the door beam!
Bang!
Blood splattered everywhere!
