The Strongest War God

246 I’m Sorry, Please Die!

A smile appeared on Braydon Neal’s lips, as if he had encountered something fun.

Yash Wonka wanted him, the Northern King, to apologize?

He should know that the Northern King was never wrong!

Who dared to accept the Northern King’s apology?

Those who accepted it would definitely die!

Braydon sighed. “Let’s put everything else aside. Asking me to apologize means that I’m wrong. I’m afraid that he won’t dare to accept this apology!”

“Do you think I’m scared? Today, not only do I want you to apologize, but I also want you to kneel down. Otherwise, I won’t let you off!”

With the support of the market, the shrewd stall owner’s tone became more and more arrogant.

On the other hand, Yash’s gaze was solemn. He felt that the white-robed youth before him did not seem to be joking.

What would happen if he were to apologize?

Under everyone’s watchful eyes.

Braydon held Heather’s hand with his left hand and placed his right hand behind her back. He said humbly, “I’m sorry, please die!”

“What?”

Yash was stunned.

The shrewd stall owner exploded in anger. He had asked Braydon to kneel down and apologize, but in the end, Braydon actually asked him to die!

“B*stard!” he said angrily.

However, after Braydon had finished speaking, he held Heather’s hand and walked to the wooden house beside the market.

This wooden house seemed to be the place where the market received distinguished guests like Kendrick Lua.

It would appear that he had to meet the person behind the market today.

Braydon wanted to see if the rules of his market were stronger than the cold sword of the Preston main team!

In the next moment, a gentle breeze blew across the field.

The shrewd stall owner, who was originally standing on the spot, instantly disappeared.

Such a strange thing made everyone shudder.

Someone made a move and kidnapped the shrewd stall owner. His speed was extremely fast, and no one present could see who did it.

However, it was certain that it was an expert who surpassed everyone present.

Behind the young man in white, there was an expert protecting him.

This was definitely a direct descendant of a large faction!

Yash’s limbs went cold. He realized that the person Kendrick respected had a much greater background than he had imagined.

If the white-robed young man apologizing meant that the person who received the apology had to die, it clearly meant that the young man in white had done nothing wrong in his life!

Even if he made a mistake, those who knew of his mistake would be wiped out!

He was so overbearing and did not allow any blemishes on him. His background was terrifying.

At this moment, the entire place was silent.

Yash fell silent. He did not dare to mention the rules of the market that he had mentioned just now.

As for the person who attacked, it was Old Man Zito.

A top king, the Ludwig vice commander who had injured the current Duke, Dominic Lowe, with a single sword strike, smiled like a simple and honest old man.

However, once he attacked, it was like a sword whistling.

The moment the sword was unsheathed, the martial artists were all terrified.

It was a heaven-defying sword intent that shot into the clouds. A suppressive aura quietly spread.

Did Old Man Zito release this killing intent wanting to massacre the entire market?

All the martial artists were shocked, and their faces turned pale. It was like an invisible sharp sword was pressed against their throats. If they made a slight movement, they would be killed.

Would Old Man Zito kill everyone to silence them?

This Ludwig vice commander had the heart to kill.

Braydon Neal walked into the wooden house and said calmly, “My subordinates never stain their blades with the blood of the innocent, so the same goes for you.”

“Alright!” Old Man Zito replied softly.

The sword intent that was pressing down on everyone’s hearts dissipated in the blink of an eye. Yash Wonka and the others panted heavily, and they were even more respectful of the person in the dark.

However, there were two people sitting in the wooden house.

One of them was Kendrick Lua, who had just arrived. A refined middle-aged man was sitting on the main seat. They had all seen the small incident outside the window.

Braydon held Heather Sage’s hand and came over.

The elegant middle-aged man quickly stood up. “Young man, please take a seat. I don’t know much and have neglected you. Please forgive me!”

“It’s fine. I came here to see who the person behind this market is.”

Braydon sat alone at the head of the table.

The scholarly middle-aged man was shocked. Even now, he still did not understand the background of this white-robed youth.

He smiled bitterly. “Setting down rules for the market is also a better way to serve everyone. Please forgive me, young man.”

“Is that so? The rule of your market is to let some scoundrels bully my Heather and then force us to apologize. Is this the rule of your market?”

Braydon’s eyes turned cold.

He had said that he would protect Heather in this life.

A promise meant a lifetime!

Heather stuck out her pink tongue, looking rather playful. In front of the furious Northern King, she could only be obedient.

The scholarly middle-aged man, Bob Jorkins, was reprimanded by a youth, and his expression could not help but turn ugly.

Braydon glanced at his expression and knew that all martial artists were jackals of the same feather. He said indifferently, “Today, I want to see if the rules of your market are stronger or the Preston cold sword is stronger!”

“What is it? Preston cold sword!”

Bob’s pupils contracted.

Any martial artist who knew that someone who could wield a cold sword was either from the northern army or from the special operations team.

No matter who it was, they were all people Bob could not afford to offend!

“Summon the imperial guards of the Central Plains and raze this place to the ground!” Braydon ordered coldly.

Bob’s entire body had goosebumps.

The imperial guards of the Central Plains!

That was the core force of the Central Plains main team. Once they were dispatched and landed here, all the martial artists would die.

The imperial guards of the Central Plains were mobilized to kill.

Their most important duty was to kill groups of martial artists.

Once they moved out, the number of dead martial artists would not be three to five, but hundreds.

Any martial artist would be terrified when they heard that the guards of the five main teams had moved out!

Who was this young man in white?

He could mobilize the imperial guards of the Central Plains with just a few words. It was too terrifying.

Bob’s gaze was filled with horror, and he was somewhat at a loss.

Old Man Zito quietly appeared, sloppy like an ordinary old man.

He took out a wristwatch. It was the communicator of the special operations team. It could contact Zayn Ziegler, Hatcher Murphy, and the northern region directly.

Old Man Zito was obviously not familiar with the device.

He fiddled with it for a long time and finally made a video call.

In the end, the projected scene was the northern territory’s main camp.

“Young Master said to send the imperial guards of the Central Plains over to raze this place to the ground,” Old Man Zito ordered.

“There are no imperial guards from the Central Plains here, but the northern army is here. With just a word from the army commander, millions of northern men can go south today and point their blades at Preston!”

In the base camp, the young man in white sitting in a wheelchair was none other than Cripple Carden.

Second Brother Carden smiled. He was in charge of the 100,000 hidden agents in the north. He had already figured out the identity of Old Man Zito, who was beside Braydon Neal.

Ludwig vice commander, Frazer Zito!

“I’m sorry, I’ve dialed the wrong number!” Old Man Zito smiled, revealing his yellow teeth.

Beep…

Old Man Zito hung up the phone, causing Braydon, who was sitting at the head of the table, to laugh out loud.

“Who is he?” Heather asked curiously.

“Luther Carden, the leader of the Five Heavenly Kings of the north. He wears white clothes and holds the killing order. He commands the second legion of the northern army and was named Heavenly King Carden.”

Bob’s face was deathly pale when he saw Braydon with a black cloak on his shoulders and a cloud treading Qilin wrapped around him.

This was a golden Qilin!

One of the three symbols of the north.