Seven Talismans Sixty-Three Swords!

Braydon Neal threw a palm at Manuel Sharp.

Manuel's aura was extremely overbearing at this moment, and he was extremely conceited.

He was a pinnacle martial artist, how could he retreat when facing Braydon's attack!

Bang!

The two sides clashed again.

Braydon placed his right hand behind his back. His white clothes were as white as snow. He stood in the dark night without moving at all.

On the other hand, Manuel was bleeding from the corner of his mouth. He staggered back from the palm force, and his eyes revealed shock and anger.

In just an instant.

A majestic power was released from Braydon's body.

Manuel received it head on and was injured!

Braydon did not laugh at him.

On the contrary, Braydon's thin lips moved slightly. "Overturning seas!"

The martial arts technique, moving mountains and overturning seas.