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The reason Haroon Lincoln was furious was because when he was at his peak, the old bald donkey of this thousand-year-old temple did not even dare to fart.
When they were fighting fiercely in front of the temple, he did not even dare to say a word.
A person who did not dare to fart or speak was taking advantage of Haroonâs heavy injuries and Braydonâs relapse to jump out and cause trouble.
The voice was extremely sinister.
Blood trickled down from the corner of Braydonâs lips as he tried to suppress his injuries.
He clearly didnât want Braydon to recover!
The person who was most affected was Jace Jackel.
His body that was already at the end of its life was interrupted by the disturbance. The reverse flow of Qi in his eight meridians was enough to cause him to die instantly.
Braydon suddenly stood up, his eyes emitting a cold light. His thin body, which was made of dustless cloth, was fluttering in the wind. A strong force was released from his eyes and fell on Jace.
He helped him to recuperate, straighten out the reverse Qi, and nurse his body.
At this moment, Jaceâs face was as pale as a sheet of paper, like a candle in the wind. His life was about to come to an end at any time.
Braydonâs injuries were even more serious!
The reason for the relapse was not because he used purple Qi to heal Jace.
The biggest reason was that Braydon had used all his strength to display the martial art technique and the talisman technique to fight against all the yin -yang people.
Normally, Braydon was unable to use his full strength.
More than half of his energy was used to suppress the hidden injuries in his body.
In tonightâs battle, the cold energy in Braydonâs body had completely erupted.
If he was given time, he would definitely be able to forcefully suppress the cold energy.
The yin energy was like maggots in the bones, extremely difficult to remove. The owner of this energy was someone who was infinitely close to the pinnacle.
Unfortunately, he was killed by Braydon in the end.
Otherwise, it would be a foolâs dream for an ordinary pinnacle like Haroon to leave a hidden disease on Braydonâs body.
Braydonâs recovery was interrupted, and he had to spare some time to protect Jaceâs life.
It caused his bodyâs condition to deteriorate!
The person who caused all of this to happen was the Shaolin monks.
Jace was not a fool. He raised his hand to counterattack Braydon and actually forced him back with a palm strike.
âJace, what are you doing!â Savannah Jackelâs clear eyes were filled with disbelief.
There were too many variables tonight.
Jaceâs lips were bleeding profusely as he said in a low voice, âBrother Braydon, my body is already at the end of its life. Now that Iâve suffered a backlash, even the gods canât save me. Take Savannah and leave quickly.â
âSince the establishment of the northern army, there has never been a precedent of abandoning oneâs comrades.â
Braydon was the commander, so he would never do such a thing.
A scene of life and death.
Braydon hated this scene the most in his life!
Braydon had said more than once that he must protect Jace at all costs!
So what if even immortals could not save his life?
Braydon would save him!
Jace asked Braydon to leave because he could tell that Braydonâs injuries had worsened.
At this moment, Braydonâs entire body was covered in a layer of faint blue ice shards.
His injuries had exploded from the inside out.
The abnormality on the surface of his body had already appeared.
The degree of deterioration of the injuries in his body was probably beyond everyoneâs expectations.
Braydon had actually chosen to let his injuries worsen.
The old monk from Shaolin Temple did not want Braydon to recover?
Then, he would not recover!
Shaolin would not be able to bear the consequences in the future.
But now, Braydon turned around and glanced at Haroon. His thin lips moved slightly. âPinnacle Lincoln, Iâve given you time. What say you?â
âWhat?â
Haroon was stunned.
He suddenly understood that what Braydon wanted him to consider was for the yin-yang people to submit to the northern army.
If they did not submit, the yin-yang people would be exterminated.
Haroon found it hard to believe.
Braydonâs hidden illness had already completely erupted, and the monks from the Shaolin Temple had ill intentions.
Yet, Braydon was still targeting the yin-yang people.
âLord Northern King, the bald donkey of Shaolin has ill intentions. He used the Buddhist voice to disturb you and aggravate your injuries. His intentions are worthy of punishment.â
Haroon wanted to change the topic.
But it was also the truth!
âAlthough the Shaolin Temple is very powerful, I donât think much of it!â Braydon chuckled with his hands behind his back.
The conceit in his words.
Haroon was instantly speechless.
He did not expect that Braydonâs injuries would worsen to this extent, yet he was still so proud and unyielding, refusing to join forces with him.
But how could Haroon know?
Although Braydon was young and stood in the northern territory, he was someone who could directly talk to the eight countries! One person who could shake an entire country.
If Braydon could do it, he could even shake it.
Thereforeâ¦
The mighty King Braydon did not think much of this ancient Shaolin Temple on the peak of Mount Sheburg.
âAnswer me now. Do the yin-yang people submit to me?â Braydonâs thin lips moved slightly.
Haroon gritted his teeth and said, âYour Highness, the Northern King, the yin-yang people will not submit to anyoneâ¦â Before he could finish his sentence.
Bang!
Braydon did not want to hear this. He moved like a ghost, his right hand behind his back.
Just a single palm strike!
Haroonâs chest was hit hard.
His sternum collapsed, his eyes bulged out, and he spat out blood as he was sent flying for more than ten meters.
Braydonâs toes moved slightly, following him like a shadow. He calmly asked again, âSubmit or die!â âYour Highness!â
Haroon could not accept this!
The yin-yang people had a long history and had never submitted to anyone since ancient times.
Look at the purpose of yin-yang.
The capital controlled the living, and the yin-yang people controlled the dead.
How domineering!
It was like controlling the world!
This had been the case since ancient times. In ancient times, the yin-yang people had divine rights.
Now, Braydon wanted them to submit.
How could a yin-yang person accept this!
Swoosh!
The Northern King sword was unsheathed from Braydonâs waist and pierced through Haroonâs abdomen, nailing him to a towering tree. âHansworth cannot tolerate people who wander outside the law!â Braydonâs voice was very soft.
It was as if the hidden disease that had erupted in his body did not affect Braydon in the slightest.
Haroon was almost crippled, nailed to the tree.
Braydon did not kill him.
He wanted everyone in the yin-yang to submit!
This was Haroonâs last chance.
If he did not submit, not only would he die, from tonight onward, all the yin-yang people in the world would be killed by the five main teams and the northern army.
A special group of people who wandered outside the laws of the country.
Braydon could not tolerate it!
At this moment, at the entrance of the Shaolin Temple.
The gate that had been closed for a long time was now slowly opening.
An old monk in a kasaya walked out with hundreds of staff-using monks. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
The old monk put his hands together solemnly and looked at the corpses outside the mountain. They were the corpses of thousands of yin-yang people.
He said sorrowfully, âBuddha is merciful. In just one night, you actually committed such a crime in front of our Buddhist Holy Land. You are all sinners! â
âBullsh*t!â
Nico Yates turned around and shouted coldly.
Even the capital did not dare to say that Braydon was guilty of a crime.
So many yin-yang people had died in Braydonâs hands, but Haroon did not dare to say that Braydon was guilty.
The people from the powerful and aristocratic families did not dare to say that
Braydon was guilty!