บท 373: No Matter Who It is, They are All Dead!

There were foreign martial artists in this manor?

What was Leah Flitwick trying to do?

At this moment, the atmosphere was a little suffocating.

The Flitwick family was colluding with foreign martial artists!

"Young Master Neal, you must be joking…" Leah smiled.

"Is that so?"

Braydon was very calm, his toes lightly stepping on the ground.

Bang!

The ground trembled and more than ten small stones flew up. Braydon raised his left hand and knocked them all away, sending them flying in all directions.

In the southeast direction, an inconspicuous man, about thirty years old, heard the sound of air being torn.

He was extremely horrified and suddenly turned his head.

Whoosh!

A thumb-sized stone pierced through his chest.

His sternum was pierced through, and blood flowed out. He was severely injured.

There was a shocking change in the scene. Clearly, this was not the only person who was injured.