The Feud Had Long Been Formed

Braydon Neal stood in the sky, blood flowing from the corner of his lips.

The more things the Spirit Summoning Art summoned, the greater the invisible burden on the user.

Until he surpassed his limits and crushed himself.

But Braydon's body could not be crushed!

Even Hansworth's ten layers of national fate could not crush the Northern King. The backlash from the Spirit Summoning Art could not take his life.

Braydon's thin body slowly emitted a heavenly might.

That was the power of the nation's fate and heavenly might. It slowly enveloped Lorelai Patterson's body and helped her suppress her injuries.

As the power of the nation's fate entered her body, Lorelai's weak aura immediately calmed down, and her injuries stopped worsening.

But the old voice in the dark said, "He carries the fate of the country and is the son of Hansworth!"

"The young leader of Hansworth!"

In an instant, an elder appeared.