Little Fool Detonates the Golden Egg

The howling moon wolf king that was about to attack Braydon Neal was struck by a kilometer-long thunderbolt.

The thunder, like a blade, carried the might of heaven.

It pierced through the back of the howling moon wolf king; it was killed instantly.

Braydon bathed in the thunder.

In this area, other martial artists were frantically fleeing.

The man in white robe shivered, horrified. "A great success level martial artist of a high ranking!"

"Could he be a successor to the martial arts?!"

"Damn it, the ruins in the entire South Pole are the birthplace of martial arts civilization. If this person emerges, it will surely stir up all major ruins."

"The land of ruins exists for martial arts and perishes due to martial arts."

"Among the major ruins, more than seventy percent of the special places only allow warlock martial artists to enter. If this person survives, he will become a new giant in the future."