The attention of all the martial artists present was practically all on the heaven-gazing roaring statue.
In their hearts, they had always been thinking about that wisp of purple Qi.
These people turned a deaf ear to Braydon Neal's words.
They felt that Braydon was useless!
Braydon stood with his hands behind his back, calmly looking at the heaven-gazing roaring statue. He slowly spat out a wisp of purple Qi, which was as thick as a chopstick and a foot long, from the heaven-gazing roaring statue's mouth.
It was this wisp of purple Qi that made all the elites of the aristocratic families gather at Star Tower and refuse to leave.
There was only one streak of purple Qi.
There were more than a hundred people present, and everyone wanted to snatch it.
Even Kinslee Mayer was restless. He quietly blended into the crowd. He felt that he could not count on Braydon anymore.
After all, Braydon had been hurt.
