The Strongest War God

254 B9-Grade Kill Order

Martial artists that had a killing order on their backs, no matter how old they were, as long as they were not dead, would always be hunted by the special operations teams everywhere.

Only in this way could the martial artists in the world be intimidated and not dare to act recklessly.

Stetson Little leaned on his walking stick and said angrily, “This old man has never been able to beat Little Tina since she was young. I don’t care which family you are from, but you must pay the price for bullying her!”

His deep voice was filled with determination.

Tina Little could not help but feel a little relieved. In the past, when she was bullied in the Preston mountains, her grandfather would personally come forward after he found out, scaring those young martial artists until they knelt down and begged for mercy.

From then on, Tina became more and more arrogant and unruly. She did not know how to repent when she made a mistake.

If she got into trouble, her grandfather would help her settle it.

However, she did not know if her grandfather had the ability to help her settle this trouble this time!

It was not only difficult to settle, even her grandfather’s life might not be guaranteed.

Joseph Thomas sneered. “You raised your own granddaughter to be such an unreasonable shrew, and you still have the face to say that? So what if you are a powerful martial artist? Your upbringing is worse than the seven great families of Preston.”

“It is not up to you, a junior, to lecture me on how I do things.”

Stetson snorted coldly and said disdainfully, “In my eyes, the seven great families of Preston are like bugs that can be easily crushed.”

His words were so rude. It was not without reason that Tina turned out like this.

The apple did not fall far from the tree.

“Looks like my Neal family won’t be able to catch your eye.” Braydon Neal chuckled.

“The small Neal family is not worth worrying about!” Stetson said disdainfully.

He knew the seven great families of Preston very well. They were just ordinary families, how many martial artists could they have?

Compared to a ninth-level warlord like him, there was a huge difference!

Stetson had originally thought that the white-robed youth before him had such a powerful background that even Bob Jorkins would bow down in fear of him. In the end, it seemed that he was merely a descendent of the Neal family.

Stetson did not even care about the Neal family, let alone a young member of the Neal family.

He said in front of all the martial artists, “Tina, go. You should hit him back ten times if he hit you once!”

“Okay!”

The main reason why Tina was so unruly was because Stetson had spoiled her.

The surrounding martial artists stayed away from the scene like they were snakes and scorpions; no one dared to make a sound.

They felt that Stetson had gone completely crazy!

To think that he dared to say that she should beat the current Northern King.

Tina walked forward and sneered. “Weren’t you showing off your abilities just now? Continue hitting me!”

She shouted.

Smack!

A withered old hand flipped and sent her flying.

Everyone was silent.

“So noisy!”

Old Man Zito had a silly smile on his old face. He was the one who made the move.

Stetson flew into a rage and released the pressure of a ninth-level warlord. The walking stick in his hand turned into a spear and pierced through the air. He shouted angrily, “You’re courting death!”

Old Man Zito smiled honestly, not moving at all, allowing Stetson to charge over with his walking stick.

The wooden stick was frozen in the air when it was ten centimeters away from Old Man Zito’s chest, unable to move an inch further.

This scene seemed to be frozen in mid-air!

“War God level!”

Stetson was shocked.

Old Man Zito did not explain. He raised his hand and slapped downward. He said, “Kneel down!”

Stetson’s entire body seemed to have suffered a heavy blow as he instantly knelt on the ground, dust flying everywhere.

The walking stick that was floating in the air landed on the ground alone.

A ninth-level warlord did not even have the strength to retaliate.

Was this the strength of a War God?

Wrong, this was king-level strength!

Stetson, who had previously wanted to make Braydon pay the price, did not even have the qualifications to make Braydon act.

He regarded the seven great families as bugs.

Little did he know that the white-robed youth in front of him, the honest Old Man Zito, and Ernest Lanford… were all kings!

Three kings standing here without revealing their identities, the central Hansworth main team would be shocked when they heard the news.

The reason was very simple!

Most of the martial artists in the world came from aristocratic families and sects.

And most of the experts came from powerful families!

Even the capital garrison could not give an accurate number of how many kings there were in the world.

However, he was sure that more than 70% of the kings in the world came from powerful families!

Conferred Kings were not only strong in martial arts, but also, they had powerful family backgrounds.

“You’re definitely not a descendant of the Neal family!” Stetson said angrily. “How could a descendant of one of the seven great families of Preston city have a War God level character by his side?!”

Braydon smiled.

There were some things that did not need to be explained to small fries.

Stetson was puzzled. Any martial artist present could answer him.

Because Braydon was the Northern King!

There were more than 100 warlords under the command of the northern army’s commander, and they were all loyal to him.

Beside him, Heather Sage yawned, spread her arms, and stretched her waist lazily, revealing her small waist.

Braydon pinched her nose and chuckled. “Tired?”

“I’m hungry!” Heather said.

Xana Thomas rubbed her flat belly and said, “I’m hungry too.”

Braydon nodded. “Joseph, drive us back to the Neal family’s place. Let’s not eat outside.”

The reason why they did not eat outside was because they were afraid of being poisoned!

However, in the small forest outside the market, there were many black-clothed martial artists. There seemed to be hundreds of them.

A hundred martial artists with black swords in their hands had silently gathered here.

The Preston team had quietly moved out!

Steve Xavier had received the news of the opening of this market early in the morning.

He intended to wait until all the martial artists in the market had arrived and catch them all in one fell swoop.

The market was the same as the black market, so it was not allowed to exist.

If martial artists gathered in one place, it would be a disaster if there was chaos.

However, Steve did not expect Braydon to be here.

As soon as Braydon walked out of the market, the hundred martial artists of the Preston team all appeared.

It caused everyone in the market to be shocked and furious.

The stall owners packed their things in fear and planned to escape.

These people were all veterans. When they came to the market, they were prepared to be surrounded and killed by the Preston team.

However, they did not expect Steve to lead his troops here so quickly.

Bob could not help but look at Braydon’s back, hoping that this important figure would help him.

As long as he said the word, the Preston team would definitely let this place go.

Braydon stopped, his thin lips moving slightly. “Stetson Little has a kill order on him, right?”

“Yes, a B9-grade kill order!”

Steve raised his right fist, and a hundred members of the Preston team appeared, awaiting orders.

“Martial artists with the kill order must be killed on the spot!” Braydon said indifferently.

“What should we do with Tina Little?” Steve asked.

Actually, even if they did not ask, with the methods of the Preston team, they would definitely kill Stetson Little and Tina Little.

Stetson’s eyes were filled with disbelief. This youth was actually able to mobilize the Preston team and even give orders to them.

What was his background?

“Let Tina go. I’ll take the blame for her!” he said hoarsely.

“You’re already a dead person!” Steve’s eyes were cold.

Martial artists with a B9-grade kill order must be killed by any special operations teams that meet them.

Tina was also a martial artist. She had used the yellow talisman to hurt Xana, causing her face to be disfigured.

It was an atrocious act to begin with.

Regarding Steve’s question.

“Bring him back to the Preston team’s base,” Braydon said softly. “Send him to the seventh floor and imprison him for ten years. If he is rebellious, kill him on the spot!”