The seven bandits wanted to kill their way out of Preston mountains.
What a whimsical idea!
Braydon Neal and the captain, Hatcher Murphy, were not the only ones who came today.
There were also eight thousand black-robed guards from the central plains, all of whom were martial artists who were skilled in killing.
With eight thousand elites standing here, where could the seven of them escape to?
Braydon was very calm. He glanced at Twelfth Pig and the others who had charged out of the door. The dragon gall spear in his hand flashed with a dim light.
Following that, the dragon gall spear moved!
The spear shot out like a dragon shooting into the sky, the stars falling on the earth and the moon sinking into the river.
It was Laird Xenos' spear technique.
Braydon also knew a little about it. He held the dragon gall spear, and a cold light flashed. The spear shot out like a dragon and pierced through Sixth Snake's chest.
