In a forest covered in snow, the withered leaves were covered by pure white snow.
Braydon Neal stood on top of a big tree with his hands behind his back, watching the two old foxes who followed closely behind him.
Bret Veblen said humbly, "Your Highness the Northern King is still young. I've been practicing martial arts for 390 years, so I'm taking advantage of my age. In this spar, in order to prevent hurting Your Highness, I'll stop at a moderate point. How about it?"
This old fox understood very clearly.
Let alone killing Braydon today.
Even if he injured Braydon, he would not be able to leave Hansworth alive.
This was the capital!
There must be a strong person in the capital of Hansworth.
Bret knew that if he took the opportunity to injure Braydon, he would definitely die.
"Your Highness, you should attack first," Randy Shelly said with concern.
The two old foxes were filled with humility.
