The Strongest War God - Chapter 152

152 Suppressing Hearts with Killing Intent

At that moment, everyone’s expressions changed. They were all terrified.

“You’re from the Preston team?” The middle-aged stall owner raised his head in shock and anger.

“The Preston team is my people!” Tristan Yandell replied domineeringly.

“Who are you?” a martial artist in the crowd asked angrily.

“I am Tristan Yandell of the garrison of the capital. I wonder if I have caught your attention?”

The reason why Tristan was angry was because this group of people in front of him was completely seeking death.

Did they really think that they had nine lives to live after touching Braydon Neal’s family?

You should know that if the Northern King got angry, the eight countries outside the borders would be afraid of him!

All these years, because of King Braydon’s presence in the north, standing on the peak of Mount Bliz, he had intimidated the eight countries outside the borders. Two small, useless countries actually wanted to pay tribute to Hansworth and restore the ancient system.

One could see how terrifying the Northern King was.

At this moment, the entire place was silent.

The middle-aged stall owner’s scalp went numb. He knew the meaning of the ‘garrison of the capital’.

The special operations team and the dark division had to listen to the capital’s garrison.

The garrison of the capital would listen to the orders of the three great governors!

And Tristan was actually one of the three.

Such a character had actually come to a small place like Preston.

The cripple martial artist beside him was drenched in cold sweat. He kept wiping his sweat with the corner of his sleeves, and he was faintly trembling.

He knew very well that the young man in white beside him was the most terrifying one!

The Northern King sword was really the military commander’s sword.

And this white-robed young man was the Northern King!

As expected of a genius of a thousand years, he was already the king of the northern region at such a young age.

Such a great figure was standing right in front of him.

The Preston team received the order and immediately rushed to the black market.

“Where’s my fourth uncle?” Braydon Neal asked again, his hands behind his back.

“Fourth Master Neal came to the market this morning and entered the innermost building. He hasn’t come out since.”

The cripple lowered his head, not daring to look into Braydon’s eyes.

He knew clearly in his heart that if he did not say anything, today would be the day of his death!

One must know that this young man in white was King Braydon!

Who in the world could afford to offend the myths of the northern region?

Braydon’s eyes inadvertently glanced at an isolated building in the deepest part of the abandoned area. He pulled out the Northern King sword in a flash and appeared 50 meters away in the blink of an eye.

A speed of 50 m/s?

This really frightened everyone!

This capability was probably not as simple as being at the War God level.

This white-robed young man was actually a supreme figure who had surpassed the War God level?

Who was he?

The middle-aged stall owner’s eyes were filled with shock. He realized that the most terrifying person here today was not Tristan, but this white-clothed youth.

Previously, Tristan had said that this sword was really the war sword of the commander in the north.

The Northern King sword could only be used by the Northern King.

In other words, the young man was him!

This important figure had actually come to Preston.

The middle-aged stall owner trembled. He realized that the black market had offended a shocking figure.

Braydon had already ordered the Preston troops to raze this place to the ground. This was definitely not empty talk.

The Northern King always kept his word.

The abandoned building was a restricted area of the black market.

The boss of the black market lived there all year round. Not just anyone dared to go in and disturb him. There were also two high-level martial artists guarding the door downstairs.

In the hall of the abandoned building, there were several rooms constructed after some simple renovation.

A young man was sitting on the sofa in the living room, his legs crossed and his left hand swirling a glass of red wine. He glanced at the dark-skinned man sitting opposite him who was a little uneasy.

“Mr. Wheeler, do you know who this black market belongs to?” the young man asked lazily.

“Of courses! It belongs to Boss James!” The dark-skinned man, Dustin Wheeler, lowered his head and said in a flattering manner.

“Do you know who Boss James is to me?” the young man sneered.

“How can I not know that? Boss James is Young Master Dixon’s father! The dark-skinned man was pouring wine for the young man.

He was the person who sold spiritual stones and released the news through the black market.

That was why Liam Neal came here to buy spiritual stones from him.

However, something seemed to have happened.

“But some people don’t know this and still dared to bid against me. They’re courting death!”

The young man, Kaiden Dixon, sneered. He glanced at one of the rooms inside. A man’s muffled groan could be heard constantly, as if he was suffering great pain.

Kaiden continued, “This old man Neal has tough bones, but he’s a good-for-nothing!”

“When Fourth Master Neal was young, he was also a famous genius in Preston.”

Dustin could not help but sigh when he mentioned the past.

In their generation, the young Liam Neal was born into the Neal family, and his civil and military skills were comparable to Preston’s elite young generation of that time.

Unfortunately, after the Neal family’s internal strife, he had been crippled for more than ten years and was no longer as glorious as he used to be.

Kaiden could not help but laugh, “Him? I think he’s more like a piece of trash than a f*cking genius. If I don’t cripple him today, he won’t know that there are people in Preston that the Neal family can’t afford to offend!”

Dustin wiped the cold sweat off his face. He knew that the young master in front of him was only relying on his father’s reputation.

Old Danes in the south and old James in the north.

Master James of the northern area of Preston had reached the warrior level two years ago. In this small Preston city, he was naturally one of the top martial artists.

None of the seven great families had warrior-level martial artists.

Therefore, in the past two years, Kaiden had become more and more unreasonable. He did not even put the people of the seven great families in his eyes.

“I’d like to see what kind of person my Neal family can’t afford to offend!”

However, a white-robed young man appeared at the door.

Kaiden put down his wine glass, his face dark. “Who the hell are you? Who let you in? This bunch of useless trash can’t even guard a door!”

“Impudent!”

Tristan intended to draw his blade and take down Kaiden.

However, when he looked into the room, he saw a thin man tied to a wooden stake. Two strong martial artists with bare upper bodies were whipping the thin man with leather belts. The thin man’s skin and flesh were split open, and he was covered in blood.

However, his bones were very tough. He had been tortured for an entire day, but he did not make a sound.

He did not beg for mercy, did not give in, and fought alone!

He was indeed a man!

It was Liam Neal!

The bones of the Neal family were very tough.

This included the Third Master Neal of the northern territory. He was also very tough, like he was a descendant of the same family.

Seeing this scene, Tristan was not angry but shocked. He instinctively peeked at Braydon’s face.

As expected, Braydon was very calm. Without saying a word, he turned around and entered the inner room.

Tristan’s face turned pale. He lived in the north for ten years. How could he not understand the Northern King?

Under his calm face, there was a monstrous killing intent!

Braydon entered the inner room without saying a word, his left hand gently placed on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

Whoosh!

At this moment, the Northern King sword was unsheathed again.

Braydon returned to Preston with pride, and often hung the Northern King sword on his waist, which in itself represented killing.

The two bare-chested martial artists turned around and asked, “Who are you?”

Braydon did not speak, holding the sword in his left hand.

In an instant, his sword was like a graceful swan, and the black light was like a waterfall.

As the sword swished by, sword Qi rushed into the sky, and the killing intent suppressed people’s hearts.