Chapitre 1979: The Owner of the Small Sword

How could Gadin Jennings, who had surpassed grade-10, die here for nothing?

Now that Braydon Neal was here, what was Gadin's purpose?

It was time to show it!

Braydon knew it was dangerous, but he couldn't pass up the inheritance of a level ten transcendent expert.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Braydon understood this logic well.

There was no free lunch in the world.

And if there was, it would just be someone else's bait, part of a larger scheme for greater returns.

At this moment, Braydon looked up at Gadin's body. 

He was dressed in a white robe, thin in figure, with seven small black swords floating around his feet. 

The small sword between his eyebrows seemed to form a killing formation.

It had suppressed Gadin for countless years.

Gadin, seated on the throne, moved slightly.

A breeze blew by.

The strand of obsession that had appeared on the altar returned once more.