The Strongest War God

Why would such a terrifying existence appear in Preston?

He was even standing in front of him!

Braydon Neal flicked his fingers and smiled. His left hand was placed on his waist, and he was holding a pitch-black sword hilt.

The Northern King sword was about to be unsheathed!

Any foreign martial artist who did not submit an official letter would be killed without mercy.

This was an ironclad law!

Ichiro Takagi’s eyes were filled with fear. He could not help but look at Braydon’s left hand. He did not pay attention to the black hilt of the sword. Instead, he was looking at the sleeve of his left hand. There was a small golden Qilin embroidered on it.

The symbol of the northern army, the golden Qilin!

Ordinary people could find it on the Internet.

How could these foreign martial artists not recognize this symbol?

Ichiro no longer had his previous arrogance, and the fear in his heart could not be suppressed at all.

His entire body was trembling!

“Martial artists from outside the border?”

Braydon’s thin lips moved slightly. “Where’s your official letter?”

“Your Highness, I have a passport!”

Ichiro came back to his senses and took out a red passport.

“Commander, this is an ordinary passport.’ Sammy Dudley took it and frowned after opening it.

“As a martial artist, if you disguise yourself as an ordinary person and cross the border, you will be considered a hidden agent outside the borders. You will be killed on the spot!”

Braydon did not want to use the Northern King sword.

In this bustling city, it was better to use the Northern King sword less.

This was a killing weapon!

In this golden age, it was time to hold back.

Just like Braydon himself, no matter how terrifying he was in the northern territory, he should restrain himself when he returned to Preston.

This was not just to make the capital feel at ease.

It was also for the sake of his loved ones!

The terrifying killing intent accumulated in his body could easily hurt ordinary people.

The killing intent could suppress one’s heart.

It could also hurt ordinary people.

Sammy took a step forward, and a terrifying pressure swept across the ground.

The strong grass blades bent over, and the momentum suppressed ten thousand people! This was a War God!

Ichiro’s eyes were filled with terror. He could finally confirm that the white-robed youth in front of him was the current Northern King.

Only such a character would have a War God level character by his side and be willing to be his subordinate.

Hugo Skeeter’s eyes revealed some helplessness as he said softly, “Young Master Braydon, please calm down. Ichiro is just a businessman who represents the Zuko Association. His father is a high-ranking figure.’ “Yes, yes, my father is the War God of the Zuko Association. Lord Northern King, you can’t kill me!”

Ichiro said in a trembling voice.

“Ask Eighth Brother to personally go to Banko and deliver a northern military sword token to his father,” Braydon said softly with his hands behind his back.

“Here!”

Sammy transmitted Braydon’s words back to the northern territory.

Once King Braydon’s words were spoken, it would be the Northern King’s command.

This scene shocked everyone.

This was blatant contempt.

Braydon had never put the Zuko Association in his eyes. He asked Blake Matthews, who was ranked eighth among the top ten ruthless men of the northern army, to personally go to the Zuko Association in Banko and deliver the northern military sword token.

He wanted Ichiro’s father’s head.

There was probably another meaning behind this. At this moment, Ichiro’s face was pale. He did not expect that he would bring disaster to his father.

Braydon smiled faintly. “I’m sorry. I’ve never taken your so-called Zuko Association seriously. When I have time, I’ll personally visit your president!”

His words contained killing intent!

King Braydon was a ruthless person who could kill the three presidents of Namar’s Black Sword Association, and the new president was in so much fear when he took over.

At the same time, he could also kill the third presidents of the Zuko Association and make them tremble in fear!

Braydon viewed the foreign countries with hostility.

Don’t you know the reason?

Forty years ago, a million troops from the three foreign countries crossed the border and killed 700,000 unarmed men from Ludwig. This blood debt was greater than the heavens!

How could the Northern King get over that?

The northern army was the successor of the Ludwig army.

For the Ludwig army, Braydon had gone to the capital alone and offended many powerful families in the capital. He did not even give Dominic Lowe any face!

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It was obvious that this matter was a thorn in Braydon’s heart.

Now, a foreign martial artist had actually appeared in front of the Neal family’s manor in a grand manner.

This was King Braydon’s home.

Did he really think that Braydon Neal, this ruthless person, was a good person? Without Xana Thomas and Heather Sage by his side, no one could warm up King Braydon’s bloodthirsty heart.

The Northern King was still the Northern King!

His killing intent had never been restrained. Braydon turned around and his Qilin robe danced behind his shoulders. He stood there coldly and said indifferently, “Kill them all!”

“Yes, sir!”

Sammy attacked brazenly.

In an instant, he pulled out the black golden sword at his waist and turned it into a black ribbon. He rushed forward with a murderous aura.

Ichiro was instantly terrified. He did not have the courage to fight the War God. He suddenly stretched out his hand and threw two bodyguards away as shields to block Sammy. As for him, he turned around and ran!

Sammy’s gaze was cold, and his attacks were not slowed down. Facing the two people who were charging at him, he did not dodge. He suddenly leaped up and stepped on the backs of the two people. His speed instantly increased. Blood-red footprints appeared on their backs. Their internal organs seemed to have been shattered, and their bodies sank deep into the soil.

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This kind of strength shocked Hugo Skeeter. “Releasing force from his legs; marquis level?”

He was not a War God, but a marquis level character!

As expected of the Northern King, the people around him were all marquis figures.

“Stop him!” Ichiro’s face turned pale as he shouted.

Swoosh!

As soon as he finished speaking, Sammy’s legs erupted with light force, and his speed actually exceeded 40 meters per second. Such terrifying speed! It was simply inhuman. Sammy was less than 20 meters away from Ichiro.

In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of him.

A cold black sword flashed by in an instant.

The sharp pain of the knife piercing through his heart made Ichiro’s pupils shrink, and blood flowed from his mouth and nose. He said hoarsely, “You… The Zuko Association will not let you go…”

“All members of the northern army await your arrival!”

Braydon stood at the top of the bright hall with his hands behind his back as if he was declaring war.

Ichiro died instantly. The six bodyguards he brought with him were all martial artists. Without exception, they all died tragically! Sammy was determined to handle everything. Logan Hall eagerly came over to clean mess and called the Preston main team to send people to take away the corpses. Ichiro and the others were foreign martial up the artists. The passports they were using now should not be used by them. When martial artists entered the country, they had to submit an official letter. They had to be verified and approved by the capital garrison. The conditions were extremely strict. Ninety-nine percent of foreign martial artists were unable to enter the country even after submitting an application.

Therefore, as a foreign martial artist, if Ichiro entered the country with an ordinary person’s passport, he would be seen as a foreign hidden agent. He would be seen as a foreign martial artist and be killed if anyone encountered him! Regardless of his origin, he would be killed.

However, this kind of thing was very common. However, Braydon was a ruthless person. He had been in the northern territory since he was young and did not know the basic situation in the country.

Moreover, according to the ironclad law, there was no problem killing foreign martial artists who disguised themselves as ordinary people on the spot.

Hugo had a helpless expression as he turned his head to look at the white-robed youth on top of the bright hall. From the moment he knew that Braydon was the Northern King, he was no longer surprised.