What Braydon Neal wanted to do was unprecedented.
If he really succeeded.
Braydon might really become the first Heaven-Suppressing King since ancient times.
At that time, he would definitely become the world's strongest person.
Dexter Jansky fell silent.
He was a sovereign pinnacle, and he was terrifyingly powerful. Yet, he was unable to give Braydon any advice at this moment.
Because there was no precedent to draw on.
This was a heaven-suppressing path that his predecessors had never walked before.
Braydon closed his eyes and sat on the throne to rest.
"The patriarch's bearing is inferior to that of a supreme pinnacle!" Dexter said faintly.
Dexter sighed softly. He could already see that Braydon was destined to be alone on this path, without anyone to accompany him.
If one were to embark on this path, all the martial artists in the world would be his enemies!
