Shocking Savage Man

"Divine-demon body, Divine-Demon Dagger!" Braydon Neal's eyes gleamed with excitement. 

It was clear that the little fool had been following him since childhood, showing a keen interest in daggers.

Under the influence of the soul imprint instinct, Luke had a natural talent for wielding the twin daggers at his waist.

"Luke was born with such richness and nobility!" Braydon's gaze was filled with the affectionate pride of an elder brother.

"I can't tell at all with this highness!" Braedy Leite remarked, peering at Skylar Neal, his brows furrowed as he struggled to discern Skylar's background.

At that moment, a dignified voice interrupted them.

"This is the ancestral dragon!" the voice proclaimed.

Braedy was startled. 

Someone had entered without his notice. 

Turning around, he saw a slender figure in green standing at the hall's entrance, a sword slung over his back.

"Teacher!" Braedy exclaimed, surprised.