The Strongest War God

Braydon Neal spat those words out.

Logan Hall hurriedly followed, no longer daring to speak.

The southern emissary delegation did not submit any official documents, inquiry letters, or report the number of people, yet they dared to cross the border.

!!

They were provoking the Northern King, Braydon!

In the northern territory, if such a situation were to happen, without another word, he would kill them!

When foreign martial artists crossed over, no matter how many people there were, they would kill them.

This was the ironclad law of the north!

There was no need to introduce the lethality of martial artists.

If the foreign martial artists were here to cause trouble, a warlord level could kill thousands of ordinary people in a few minutes!

Be it Hansworth or the hundred countries around the world.

They all followed this ironclad law!

Foreign martial artists who crossed the border without permission, no matter who it was, would be killed without mercy.

If Namar’s emissary delegation did not hand over any official documents or entry records, it was against the law!

Under the ironclad law, whoever dared to touch the red line would be killed without mercy!

At the entrance of the Neal family manor.

A group of thirty-six people, all from Namar, was part of the envoy.

Escorted by a hundred capital garrison guards, the leader was a beginner War God named Frodo Lance.

He stepped forward and cupped his hands. “Big Brother Yandell, the envoy from Namar has been escorted to the Neal family. The mission of guarding the capital has been completed!”

“Heavenly King Yandell, may I ask if His Highness the Northern King is here?”

The leader of the thirty-six-man emissary group was also a War God. He looked to be in his fifties and was the emissary of the envoy. His name was Xavi Ross.

Namar was no stranger to Tristan Yandell!

Tristan, who was one of the five heavenly kings of the northern territory, was a member of the north. He was on par with Cripple Carden and White-clothed Yuri Qualls. He was regarded as a deadly enemy by the eight countries outside the border.

He was also the core commander of the northern army!

Therefore, there was nothing wrong with Xavi calling Tristan heavenly king Yandell.

“Take out your official documents!” Tristan said indifferently.

“Heavenly King Yandell, this time, we are secretly interviewing His Royal Highness the Northern King. We are not announcing it to the public. Otherwise, if it is reported, it will be very embarrassing for us!”

Xavi explained softly.

However, this explanation would not work on Tristan’s side.

“I’m asking you, where is you official document?” Tristan’s tone was cold.

“Uhh…”

Xavi had an ominous feeling.

However, a man in his early thirties in the emissary group was furious. “We’ve already explained that we’re here to pay a secret visit to His Royal Highness the Northern King. We didn’t hand in any official documents!”

The atmosphere instantly became terrifying.

Xavi’s expression changed drastically. “Stand down! You have no right to speak here!” he shouted.

He knew that these lunatics in the northern territory were all warmongers and had never been weaker than them!

Try provoking an overseas martial artist!

None of the people of the north were afraid, they would fight to defend Hansworth.

Tristan’s eyes turned cold. His fingers gently rested on the hilt of his sword at his waist as he said softly, “If you don’t have an official document, it means that you’ve crossed the border without permission. According to the ironclad law of the northern territory, foreign martial artists who trespass into Hansworth will be killed without mercy!”

Everyone was shocked.

This was Namar’s emissary delegation!

Frodo’s eyelids twitched. He stepped forward and said, “Big Brother Yandell, they are after all martial artists from Namar.”

“Tristan Yandell, don’t go too far. We have Namar behind us. Try and touch us!” The thirty-year-old man was furious.

“You can’t bear the consequences if you dare to attack us!” everyone in the emissary group shouted.

Tit for tat.

Tristan was so angry that he laughed. He glanced at Frodo and shouted coldly, “You, get lost immediately!”

“Big Brother Yandell, we really can’t act recklessly!” Frodo looked bitter.

Tristan attacked on the spot, his left hand releasing an invisible force.

Boom!

Frodo seemed to have suffered a heavy blow. He flew backward and coughed up blood non-stop, causing the hundred capital garrison members to lower their heads and not dare to speak too much.

Because in terms of position, Tristan was the deputy governor. Teaching them a lesson was the same as teaching his subordinates a lesson.

Who dared to say anything?

Xavi cried out in shock, “Force release, king-level technique?!”

A new king was born in the north?

...

Tristan released his aura, his tiger body filled with killing intent as he said coldly, “Namar is behind you? What’s there to be afraid of? I still have Hansworth behind me!

“What do I have to fear when facing Namar?

“I have one billion members of the great Hansworth behind me. The great Hansworth isn’t weaker than anyone!

“Hansworth’s prestige cannot be provoked!

“Hansworth was founded on martial arts. In this life, we will never lose face in the hands of our ancestors. Our ancestors built our country on martial arts. Our country’s prestige is not to be challenged by barbarians like you!

“Frodo Lance, return to the capital to defend the garrison. Take two hundred military lashes. Otherwise, even Westley won’t be able to protect you!

…

At this moment, Tristan’s entire body was filled with an iron-blooded killing intent that soared into the sky. The cold sword in his hand had already been unsheathed.

Frodo’s lips felt bitter. As a War God, he was not qualified to make any suggestions in front of the three governors!

A commander from the north’s pride was like iron.

Their generation was defending Hansworth’s national prestige and guarding the country’s borders.

...

If any of the barbarians outside the borders dared to provoke them, the millions of elites in black would fight with their lives.

This was the rule of the north!

Pursuing the concept of killing as protection!

Hansworth’s strongest army, the northern army, was like a dragon.

At this moment, a young man in white slowly walked over from the depths of the manor.

He was dressed in snow-white clothes and had a thin body. A black cape was tied around his shoulders, embroidered with a golden Qilin. His footsteps were like a tiger, and as he walked, the grass bent over, and everyone bowed.

King Braydon had finally arrived!

With the Qilin official robe on his body, there was no need to doubt Braydon Neal’s identity.

“Commander!” Tristan turned around and cupped his hands.

“Frodo Lance from the garrison of the capital, greets Lord Northern King with a hundred members!” Frodo had to bow.

In front of this King Braydon, who in the world would dare to be disrespectful?

He was an invincible legend standing here!

He was the faith of everyone in the northern territory!

His influence spread all over the world.

Even outside the borders, a portion of martial artists was fanatical believers of the Northern King.

When Xavi saw the young man in white, his body trembled. There were thirty-six people in the envoy, and all of them were afraid.

In the eight foreign countries, the plain-clothed man in the north was the demon king!

Just the Northern King sword in his hand had slaughtered millions of people from the eight countries outside the borders!

At that time, King Braydon had said something on the day he was conferred the title of king on the summit of Mount Bliz.

Killing one was a sin, slaughtering ten thousand was a hero, slaughtering nine million was a hero among heroes!

That one sentence shocked the eight countries outside the borders, and they did not dare to act rashly for a whole year.

One could imagine how terrifying the killing intent contained in these words was.

As long as the eight countries outside the borders dared to invade the northern territory, this King Braydon would dare to kill them.

In front of the country borders, even if there were millions of enemies, he still dared to kill them all!

At this moment, Braydon was standing there, and everyone was bowing!

Logan Hall’s eyes were filled with reverence. He knew that the Northern King he followed was a terrifying figure.

He would follow him for the rest of his life without any regrets!

“Official documents!” Braydon stood with his hands behind his back.

One sentence with only two words.

“Your Highness, the Northern King, this time, I’m paying you a secret visit, so …” Xavi Ross did not finish his sentence.

There was no official document!

Braydon’s thin lips moved slightly. “Kill all thirty-six of them!”