Seventy Thousand Garrison Guards, Farewell to the Northern King

Dominic Lowe had injured Braydon Neal, so the northern army imperial guards had to kill him.

At this moment.

Braydon stood with his hands behind his back and smiled faintly. "Duke Lowe, I'll remember this palm strike of yours today!"

"I…"

Dominic had been struck by two swords and was already heavily injured.

What was even more unbearable was that Braydon had caused him to have a nosebleed.

This loss was definitely drilled into Dominic's head. He became even more vigilant and realized that this young Northern King was definitely a little fox.

Although Dominic's palm attack had injured Braydon, he was still very worried.

However, his injuries were not serious!

Braydon's cultivation was strong, so it was not a problem at all. The blood at the corner of his lips was forced out.

He had damaged the prestige of the Northern King, so Dominic would remember this palm strike.

He owed the northern army an explanation.