"What a pity, Your Highness's ancient martial arts banished immortal is not here!" Lloyd Kessler's tone carried a hint of pride.
He had been clandestinely scheming for so long just for this moment—to eliminate Braydon Neal.
However, Braydon remained remarkably composed.
Braydon couldn't help but feel perplexed.
Lloyd seemed to fear the ancient martial arts banished immortal, so why was he not afraid of them?
As if on cue, the martial arts banished immortal interjected with a tone of indifference, "You're truly inviting trouble upon yourself."
"Your Highness, there's no need for further struggle," Lloyd continued confidently.
