What Do They Want?
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
A moment later.
Taraz Ross made his move.
His cloud piercing spear, known as the number one spear of Namar, was thrusted forward, intending to pierce through Braydon Neal's chest.
Braydon stood there calmly, his eyes like still water.
When the cloud piercing spear swept across his face, Braydon was like a ghost. He held the Northern King sword in his left hand and unsheathed it brazenly. The black sword swept across Taraz's abdomen.
The speed of the sword was lightning fast.
Swoosh!
Taraz's spear missed. His face was pale, and blood flowed from the foot-long wound on his abdomen, forming a river under his feet.
Linar's imperial army commander, Taraz Ross, was awe-inspiring throughout Namar.
In front of King Braydon, he was nothing!
There was a reason why King Braydon was able to suppress the eight countries outside Mount Bliz!
The commander of the northern army, an undefeated legend!