Chapter 468: Killing the Pinnacle

In essence, it was blasted out by force.

It was like a mark formed by a Qilin stepping on the clouds.

The mark was five meters long.

Dominic Lowe was smashed into the ground. Braydon Neal's figure was elegant, and he moved a hundred meters away in an instant. He stared coldly at Dominic in the pit, ignoring his sorry state.

"Tell me, who injured Luke?!"

Braydon's thin lips moved slightly. He would only ask this once.

Dominic's lips were bleeding, and his eyes were filled with shock. "You've cultivated the Qilin Art to the great-success realm and have already cultivated the Qilin force!"

Was this old thing trying to change the topic?

In front of King Braydon, who was as intelligent as a demon, this little trick was useless other than arousing Braydon's killing intent.

Dominic was really regressing.