บท 153: The Wrath of the Northern King

With just one slash, the two martial artists in front of him were killed on the spot, and their blood splattered all over the wall.

Liam Neal's blood-covered face squeezed out a smile, "Braydon, your fourth uncle has caused you trouble again!"

"Fourth Uncle, do you know how hurtful your words are?"

Braydon Neal cut off the rope and carried his uncle on his back.

He continued in a soft voice, "When I first entered the northern territory, I thought that all my family members were dead. My heart was frozen. Ever since I was seven, there was nothing left in this world that I missed. I inherited my teacher's legacy and pursued the idea of killing as protection!

"When I knew that you were all alive, I realized that there are still people in this world that I, Braydon Neal, want to protect with my life!"

Braydon said softly.

No one could understand the importance of family in Braydon's heart.