The Second Choice

A blue sword appeared in Haleena Hazutina's fair hand, emitting a chilling aura. 

She turned and stabbed out. 

Only Samara Lazenby managed to react in time.

The four geniuses all attacked, creating layers of pressure. 

Braydon Neal could smell the scent of death. 

With a faint smile, he turned around. 

The golden wings on his back flared, and his speed tore through space. 

He bypassed the blockade of the three people and went straight behind them.

With the knife in his left hand, he slashed at Samara's swan neck. 

The blade fell, beheading her! 

Samara felt wronged—why was it her again? 

This was the second time!

"Braydon Neal!" Sagan Lazenby was nearly driven mad with rage.

"Don't be anxious!" Braydon had succeeded in his first attack, eliminating the weakest opponent first. 

The remaining three were the most difficult to deal with!

Haleena turned around and swung her sword.