Blade Suppressing 3,000 People

Both sides had different paths, so they were enemies!

Braydon Neal had never learned to be friends with enemies.

"Uncle Shea, where is my younger brother, Frediano?" 

"Braydon, once someone enters yin-yang, there is no path of return. Frediano is no longer the Frediano of the past!"

Shea Sage said indifferently, "Wearing this yin-yang robe, the rest of one's life will belong to yin-yang alone!" 

Swoosh!

Shea was courting death.

Braydon's left hand instantly pulled out the Northern King sword.

The Northern King's sword was unsheathed, shocking all beasts. The sharp blade went straight for Shea's chest.

It was so fast that its speed was 150 meters per second.

What could Shea, a half-step pinnacle expert, use to dodge?

What could he use to block!

Shea was solemn as he drew a short sword from his waist and faced the attack head-on.

The two sides clashed.

Crack!