บท 1773: Removing Armor and Handing Over Sword

Chadwick Neal's face was filled with bitterness. 

He bowed and cupped his hands. "7th stellar realm, Savoy Lanaspeze's lineage. How dare they collude with the demon race and secretly attack our reincarnated ancestor. They should be punished severely. I will handle this matter!"

"Slay the three direct lines. If you miss a single person, you eight lineage chiefs will make up for it!" Braydon Neal's words were very soft, but there was a chilling aura in them. 

He could easily use the lives of the eight lineage chiefs to pay for it! 

If it were someone else, perhaps not many people would believe this. 

But now, the person who said this was Braydon. 

Who dared to underestimate him? 

Those who dared to kill the people of the Northern Army would have to pay the price. 

Especially colluding with the demons. 

He was clearly courting death!