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Braydon Neal held the cold sword in his left hand.
The tip of the cold sword was pointed diagonally at the ground.
The martial artists of the Babcock family were terrified and did not dare to look at Braydon’s handso face.
“Harrison Jarrell, you’ve got guts. Not only did you sche against , but you’re even using as a blade!” Braydon said softly.
“Lord Northern King, I…”
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