"Alright, it's our turn."
Braydon Neal stood up slowly, addressing the three of them.
"F*ck, Dad! I'll call you Dad if you want, but why are we going out now?!"
Rusty Neal clung to Braydon's leg, tears almost streaming down his face. He finally understood—Braydon was the dominant figure here.
Before this, he had stubbornly provoked that big green eye.
Though things had calmed down, the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain wasn't the kind of place you could trifle with, especially not so easily.
Moments ago, he had sensed there were more than just the two tenth level experts standing in front of them.
If they really fought under Braydon's lead, even with a trump card, they wouldn't waste it like this!
Braydon gave Rusty a reassuring look before soaring into the sky.
Scipio Langdon and Elder Juntenen's expressions shifted slightly when they saw him.
"Braydon, why are you up here? Get down!"
