Northern Army's Braydon Neal, Cripple the Pinnacle!

Hendrix Bailey held his three-foot iron sword and pointed it at Manuel Sharp, saying softly, "Just today itself, the three of us had our hands stained with the blood of pinnacles!"

Hendrix's words made Manuel frown, but he did not say anything.

"Hendrix, you killed the Maxwell family's pinnacle?" Frediano couldn't help but exclaim." 

"It's not like pinnacles can't be killed!"

Hendrix's brows revealed a hint of arrogance.

In the end, Manuel slowly said, "Child, are you sure that the three people from the Maxwell family are pinnacles?"

"What do you mean?"

Westley Hader narrowed his eyes.

Manuel said softly, "When you reach this realm, you will understand that the difference between the strong and the weak is like a chasm!"

As soon as he finished speaking.

Manuel made his move.

He moved horizontally in front of Hendrix; he was extremely conceited and did not rush to attack.

On the contrary!