Braydon Neal stood in Linar and told him about what happened a hundred years ago.
Compared to that period, it was no longer the same as before.
Braydon had established himself in Linar, forcing Namar to cede a thousand miles of land to seek peace.
"If Brother Neal is dissatisfied with all the conditions, we can discuss it further!" Shmuel Linar said hoarsely.
"I gave the order earlier that within three days, all the martial artists of Namar are to be killed. Today, I will enter Linar without negotiating, compromising, or giving in!"
Braydon didn't stop and had already arrived in front of the grand hall.
Cameron Linar sat high and mighty in his distinguished seat, as if he had already expected this situation.
In the entire Namar, Cameron was the one who understood Braydon the most!
"You're finally here!"
Cameron sat at the head of the table, his voice resounding.
