บท 388: Invincible in the Darksome Night!

Braydon stood between heaven and earth.

No one could stop him.

The twelve yin-yang kings were killed by Braydon in just fifteen breaths.

The entire Mount Sheburg and the thousands of yin-yang people were terrified.

Braydon sheathed his sword and raised his hands at the same time. He extended his slender index finger and formed a talisman in the air.

It was the talisman technique of the eight king-conferring techniques.

When forming talismans, it was the best time for the yin-yang people to kill Braydon.

Unfortunately, they had underestimated Braydon.

They had underestimated the eight king-conferring techniques.

"The end of the art, the pinnacle's origin!" Braydon's thin lips moved slightly.

"Tonight, I'll let you see the path of the pinnacle!"

Braydon's eyes were emotionless as he looked down at the entire Mount Sheburg.

"What?" Haroon Lincoln was shocked and furious. 

Pinnacle of martial arts!