Braydon Neal Wielding a Sword, The North's Elegance

The entire place was deathly silent.

Xavi Ross and his group's faces changed drastically.

"Your Royal Highness, are you trying to start a war?" The thiirty-year-old youth's legs were trembling.

Xavi roared in anger, "Shut up! Your Highness, please think twice. Although we didn't submit the official documents, we are still warriors of Namar."

Braydon Neal glanced at them, a smile slowly appearing on his lips.

So what if it was a martial artist from Namar!

Under the ironclad law, martial artists crossing the border without permission, whoever it was, would be killed.

Want to start a war?

These Namar martial artists were thinking too highly of him!

Braydon was from the northern border. When he was young, he was fearless when roaring at the eight countries outside the border.

Now, Namar wanted to use their power to suppress him?

What a joke!