Bang!
Taking advantage of the guard commander's moment of distraction, Julius Reed kicked out!
Curtis Channing's formidable sidekick, like a broken string kite, flew more than ten meters before landing at Curtis Channing's feet.
Even in death, his eyes stared wide open.
He couldn't believe that the sword hadn't harmed the opponent.
On the snowfield, only the sound of the north wind howling remained.
Tucker Ridge even forgot the pain of his amputated arm, staring straight at Julius Reed with a hint of fear!
What would happen if Julius sought revenge?
Meanwhile, Baylor Davenport felt a sudden sense of security, momentarily losing focus.
No one spoke.
But everyone's minds were intensely active.
"Very good!"
Clap!
Curtis Channing's applause broke the silence.
"You!" He pointed at Julius Reed and laughed, "You have the audacity to be arrogant! From now on, you are my guard commander! Whoever dares provoke you, I'll chase him a thousand miles and claim his head!"
