The Strongest War God

206 The Three Sons are Qilins

Back then, Braydon Neal was deemed as a Qilin talent.

Qilin talent, King Braydon.

His talent was rarely seen even in a thousand years.

Therefore, when Braydon was young, he was confirmed as the next northern army commander.

The north graded everyone’s talent and potential into seven levels.

Every man in the north, before the age of twenty-two, would be graded as such:

Becoming a martial artist was considered good.

Becoming a warrior was considered excellent.

Becoming a warlord was considered a genius.

Becoming a War God would make him a rare talent.

Becoming a marquis would make him a ghost talent.

Becoming a king was considered Qilin talent!

As such, the three sons of the north were all Qilin talents.

Braydon was conferred the title of king at seventeen, Westley Hader at nineteen, and Cole Colbie at twenty.

All three of them were crowned kings before the age of twenty-two!

Why was it set at twenty-two years old?

A person’s sixteen-year-old to twenty-two-year-old period was the six-year golden cultivation period.

After the golden cultivation period, the speed at which a martial artist’s strength improved would be greatly reduced.

This was the experience of thousands of years of experience.

And the ten ruthless men of the north were all young. Although they were not kings, they were all marquises!

They were all ghost talents.

It could be seen how terrifying the northern army of this generation was.

None of the upper echelons of the north were weak.

One had to know that in the outside world, like the five main teams or the capital garrison, to be able to discover a rare talent martial artist, they would probably go crazy with joy.

A rare talent, if he did not die, would definitely become a marquis and have the potential to become a king!


For example, Yuzo Quon, a twenty-two-year-old ninth-level War God, a rare talent with the highest level of talent was a true king-level character now.

There was a rule in the north that rare talents were not allowed to be hidden agents.

This was a bloody deal.

If they were to have a rare talent be a hidden agent, it would be a huge loss to the army.

A rare talent with a chance of becoming a king sent to the enemy as a hidden agent just for some information in return?

If a rare talent was crowned king, he could protect the power behind him for three hundred years.

Compared to sending him as a hidden agent, it was clear at a glance which was more important.

Yuzo had been hiding in the Preston mountains for forty years, so there was no need to suspect that he was a hidden agent from the north.

Even in the northern army, they would have nurtured such a person.
The outside world’s major powers would not be able to get a single martial artist with a rare talent that easily.

It was extremely rare!

“If he’s not the north’s hidden agent, then who could he be?” Tristan Yandell mumbled.

Perhaps only Yuzo Quon knew the answer.

Braydon wanted to take this old man away.

“Is it alright if I don’t go?” Yuzo asked with shifty eyes.

“If king-level characters aren’t of any use to me, I will kill them on the spot!” Braydon said.

Yuzo’s eyelids twitched, and he was instantly scared out of his wits. He followed behind Braydon and left Quon Temple. He gently closed the red door and took a glance at the place that he had lived in for forty years. If there was no reluctance in his eyes, it would surely be fake!

Just like that, Yuzo was taken away by Braydon.

However, in Quon Temple, it was completely silent.

At the back of the main hall, there was a side hall filled with memorial tablets!

There were probably thousands of them.

On both sides of the highest memorial tablet, there was a row of words written vertically on one of the tablets.

Here

Lies

Ludwig

Army

Frazer

Zito

If the north’s ten ruthless men’s Blake Matthews was here, he would know the name Frazer Zabel.

...

He would definitely know whose memorial tablet this was!

This was the name of the son of the sect leader of Mount Sino forty years ago.

He was the eldest senior brother of the first generation of Mount Sino swordsmen.

The next leader of Mount Sino!

Unfortunately, his memorial tablet had appeared in this side hall.

The sword technique that Blake Matthews practiced was created by Frazer Zabel.

A person who created a sword technique that was infinitely close to king level, how amazing was he when he was alive!

Unfortunately, such a person was not born in the same era as Braydon Neal.

What was even more unfortunate was that he was not born in the northern territory.

Otherwise, he would definitely be a world-shaking big shot!

No one in the quiet Quon Temple had expected such a secret to be hidden inside.

...

On the way back to the Neal family manor.

“Old man, what level are you at?” Tristan asked curiously.

“Level one!”

Yuzo said confidently.

Braydon stepped on the flying leaves and crossed the night sky. His thin lips moved slightly. “It’s not a good habit for priests to lie!”

Yuzo smiled in embarrassment.

He could scare Tristan, but if he wanted to fool the strongest king, Braydon Neal, he would never be able to do so.

The group of people quickly left Preston mountains. Eight thousand imperial guards of the central plains, wearing black scarves, marched silently and followed them.

In the end, when they arrived at the periphery of Preston mountains, the five-man gang who had just raided the tomb earlier was there. Lord Scar was so tired that he was foaming at the mouth. He said, “Alright, we’re finally out. Sit down and rest!”

“Lord Scar, do you think the ones we met just now were really ghost soldiers?”

The young man next to him was a little scared.

Lord Scar pretended to look all serious. “Flying on the leaves, moving across the sky, traveling with tens of thousands of people, walking silently. If he wasn’t human, he’s got to be an immortal!”

He pretended to sigh, scaring the young man and the others so much that their faces turned green.

They did not expect to encounter such a terrifying thing.

When the young man raised his head, he was completely dumbstruck. He looked at the bright white moon in the sky. A young man in white holding a black spear was flying over his head.

The masked men in black whom they had seen earlier were actually here again!

“What’s wrong with you now?” Lord Scar turned his head.

“Lord… Lord Scar, the Great Immortal is here!” The young knelt on the ground with a plop, and his face was buried in the soil.

Lord Scar’s entire body trembled. The moment he turned around, his face turned green.

He saw a young man in white standing silently in front of him.

“Oh my God! Oh, Great Immortal!”

Lord Scar’s soul almost left his body.

Behind Braydon, eight thousand men in black stopped and followed him silently.

One could imagine how much pressure this invisible pressure had exerted on these five people.

It really scared them!

The five tomb raiders knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

“Get lost!” Braydon’s thin lips moved slightly.

“Thank you for sparing my life, Great Immortal!”

Lord Scar and the others had been running for the whole night and had yet to catch their breaths when they were forced to run again.

These kinds of tomb raiders were not worth the central plains guards’ attention. They just had to chase them away.

Now, they were at the villas on Preston mountains.

Hatcher Murphy led the imperial guards of the central plains and said softly, “Commander, I will lead my troops back to Quill!”

“Go!” Braydon Neal watched the imperial guards leave.

They were all born in the north and had fought bloody battles in the northern territory. Now, they were working in the central plains. It was a good thing for them to be away from the battlefield in the northern territory.

Yuzo was brought back to the Neal family manor.

At this time, the sky was already bright.

Old Man Zito pulled out all the flowers and plants in Braydon’s courtyard, saying that these flowers were useless, and that it was better to plant some vegetables.

Most importantly, the vegetables he planted were all chives. It was also called aphrodisiac grass.

Yuzo entered the Neal family manor. As he was walking, he was stunned by the sight. The entire Neal family manor was even bigger than Quon Temple. It was probably several tens of acres in size.

This was a truly wealthy family.

When Yuzo entered the small courtyard of the villa, he saw sloppy Old Man Zito squatting on the ground and planting chives. He could not help but be slightly stunned.