The Strongest War God

Chapter 839: Why Aren ‘t You Kneeling?

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Braydon Neal stood on the balcony and stared at the body downstairs. He said calmly, “Trenton Joplin killed Elder Kramer and shifted the blame to the Northern Army. The powerful families and aristocratic families are forming an alliance to go against me.”

“Use Trenton Joplin’s life to give an explanation to the Confucian scholars!”

Martial Emperor Yanagi ordered indifferently.

“Yes, Teacher!” Braydon nodded.

Then, Martial Emperor Yanagi hung up.

Martial Emperor Yanagi called just for this matter.

Actually, there was one more thing that Martial Emperor Yanagi did not ask Braydon.

That was when he would reactivate the Northern King Sword!

However, Martial Emperor Yanagi did not ask this question.

Because if Braydon wanted to reactivate the Northern King Sword, today was his chance.

Someone was plotting against the Northern Army and had offended the Qilin Lord Braydon.

With Braydon’s personality, he would definitely make use of this chance to make a fuss.

The powerful families killed Jasiah Kramer and framed the Northern Army. This act represented the alliance between the powerful and aristocratic families and their intention to fight against the Northern Army.

How could Braydon let them succeed?

After the call ended.

Braydon looked downstairs with his hands behind his back. Beside Jasiah’s body, seven young men had appeared. They seemed to be the same age as Braydon, and one of them was an acquaintance.

It was Callen Kramer.

Back then, before he was conferred the title on Mount Tanish, Callen and a few other people were on the list of candidates for the title. If Braydon had not stepped in to carry the country’s fate, Callen would have died long ago!

Today, he appeared again and looked at his grandfather’s corpse.

Callen kneeled on the ground and howled at the sky, “Braydon Neal, get the hell out here!”

His voice was like an injured lone wolf, making one’s hair stand on end.

He had publicly insulted the king of the northern territory.

He should be punished for his crime!

Stone Normand and the rest of the 72 generals of the Ministry of War drew their cold swords from their waists. Their bodies were filled with killing intent as they shouted coldly, “Anyone who calls out the name of the commander will be beheaded! ”

Winter Ziemer, Khari Jewett, and the others were all present.

They were from the Ministry of War and were all hidden agents of the Northern Army. Their eyes were filled with killing intent, and they wanted to kill Callen.

However, there were six young men accompanying Callen!

Three of the six people were pinnacles.

They were from the Confucian school!

The hundred schools of thought all had powerful geniuses in their legacies.

These three people were known as the three giants of Confucianism!

The three young men were all pinnacles. Their expressions were ugly and filled with anger. They turned around and shouted in unison, “Is the Northern Army bullying the Confucian scholars?”

Boom!

Three powerful pinnacle auras erupted.

The three giants of Confucianism were Kendall Kramer, Jefford Kramer, and Lowman Kramer!

The three of them were from the Kramer family and were all Confucian scholars. They blocked Stone’s blade.

Just as they were about to make their move.

On the seventh floor of Star Tower, on the balcony of a room, a white-robed youth stepped down from the sky and said calmly, “Stone, retreat!”

Stone and the others sheathed their swords and retreated.

The only person who could make the 72 generals of the Ministry of War retreat was the white-robed Braydon.

His lips were red and his teeth were white. He was as handsome as the young master of an aristocratic family. He quietly walked into the arena with his hands behind his back.

Callen’s eyes were bloodshot as he said hoarsely, “Braydon Neal, why did you kill my grandfather?” “Not only are you useless, but you’re also very stupid!”

Braydon said calmly.

Jefford, one of the three giants of Confucianism, said angrily, “Braydon Neal, you killed someone, yet you still dare to be so arrogant?”

“You do not have the right to speak. Get lost!” Braydon glanced over indifferently.

In the next moment.

His thin body released a terrifying aura.

An old and heavenly aura erupted from Braydon’s body and instantly sent Jefford flying.

Jefford coughed up blood and flew back more than ten meters before crashing heavily onto the ground.

He was a pinnacle!

He was Jefford, one of the three giants of Confucianism!

And the result?

Braydon’s aura had just been released and he was already severely injured.

The Northern King was even more terrifying.

Lester Crawford, who was hiding in Star Tower and watching the show, said disdainfully, “Three pieces of trash. Where did they get the guts to challenge him? They must really want to die!”

Lester, who had been hiding, knew that it would not be a peaceful day.

He had to hide well, lest he was splashed with blood.

Callen’s eyes were bloodshot as he said hoarsely, “The words written in blood by my grandfather are irrefutable evidence. As the Northern King, how dare you lie?”

Braydon glanced at him indifferently and slowly took off the cloud treading Qilin robe on his shoulder, revealing the Northern King Sword at his waist. He did not explain anything.

Because Braydon had already said it.

Not only was Callen incompetent, he was also stupid!

Braydon was the Northern King and would not explain anything to him.

And anyone who knew Braydon could tell that there was something fishy about Jasiah’s death.

What kind of a person was Braydon?

After Braydon returned from the northern territory, he had gone to the capital several times and killed more than a hundred heads of the powerful families. He had thoroughly offended the powerful families.

Both sides had formed a blood feud that could not be resolved!

On the first day Braydon came to Mount Woolas, he had severely injured Trevor Jansky and killed Orlando Henderson, the head of the Henderson family.

What did this mean?

This meant that Braydon wasn’t even afraid of the Jansky family and even dared to behead the Henderson family’s patriarch. Why would he be afraid to attack Jasiah?

Killing in secret was out of line with Braydon’s style!

If Braydon wanted to kill Jasiah, he could have done it with a single strike. He would not leave the chance for him to write the words ‘Northern Army’.

This was the biggest loophole.

Therefore, Braydon had no patience to explain to the stupid Callen and the others.

On the contrary.

Braydon turned around and roared like a tiger, his voice reverberating throughout Mount Woolas. “Everyone on the ninth floor, do you know what crime you have committed for plotting against the Northern Army?” The Qilin Lord’s voice resounded throughout the sky.

The representatives of the hundred schools who were originally in the conference hall on the ninth floor all appeared.

Among them were Trevor, Miles Jansky, and Lothario Jansky.

Rafael Worley and Genesis Crawford looked at each other and saw the fear in each other’s eyes.

They had never expected that the Jansky family would intervene and protect King Braydon.

Things were already complicated!

Jackson Zambrano, the fourth-ranked figure of the Zambrano family, represented the fourth-ranked family. He nodded slightly and said, “Your Highness…”

“According to ancient etiquette, those without official positions and titles must kneel when they meet the Garrison King!

“Why aren’t you kneeling?” Braydon asked indifferently.

Jackson’s expression turned ugly. He didn’t expect Braydon to use his status as the Garrison King to suppress him.

Everyone knew that the powerful families and the Northern Army were like fire and water.

Wanting Jackson to kneel to a youth from the north?

How could Jackson accept this!

“Jackson Zambrano of the Zambrano family greets Your Highness!” He bowed slightly and said.

“If you don’t kneel when you see me, it’s a sin!

“For martial artists of powerful families, the punishment will be threefold!

“Kill!

Braydon took a step forward, and a gust of wind blew from the ground.

The strong wind fluttered his white clothes, and his entire body was filled with a murderous and dignified aura.

Braydon was like a teenager, noble beyond words.

His aura had fully recovered, and the blood in his body was faintly agitated.

Everyone present was a big shot, and there was no lack of people who were carrying small vitality measuring devices. The wristwatch on their hands beeped as a mechanical voice sounded.. “Warning! Warning! Pinnacle with 10,000 Na vitality detected nearby…”