If He Succeeds, Everyone Will Die!

Manuel Sharp's words were filled with amazement.

A prodigy like Braydon Neal was something he had never seen before!

Many years ago, in the northern desert, the real three sons of the north were Braydon, Frediano, and Eggy!

Braydon being the leader meant that he was above Frediano and Eggy.

At this moment, Manuel still dared to be distracted.

Tonight, Braydon wanted to cripple him!

Manuel's body was covered in a barrier formed by an invisible force, as firm as a turtle shell.

Also, the force that burst forth from his left fist was much stronger than his ordinary punch.

The power released through some ancient martial technique was extremely destructive.

Braydon held the sword in his left hand and smiled lightly at Manuel. "I'm invincible in the human world. Why do I need to become a pinnacle?"

"What?"

Manuel couldn't help but be slightly startled.

Was this not the full strength of the Northern King?