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142 I’m Following Orders to Send You on Your Way

“Westley Hader? It sounds familiar. I think I’ve heard your name before!”

The bald martial artist touched his head. He had indeed heard of it before. Now that his killing intent was strong, he suddenly could not remember, so he might as well not care.

However, one of the eight martial artists behind him was a warrior-level man.

He was nearly forty years old, and his eyes were filled with fear as he cried out, “The governor of the garrison, Westley Hader?”

“The governor, Westley Hader?”

The bald martial artist suddenly remembered what the name meant.

Three years ago, the martial artists of Ludwig revolted and over 80,000 people were killed by the seventeen-year-old governor. Not a single one was left alive!

That battle had forced all the martial artists across the country to obey the jurisdiction of the special operations team.

From then on, no martial artist in the world dared to look down on the seventeen-year-old new governor.

Although the Ludwig incident was announced as the killing of 8,000 martial artists, many of the local martial artists in Ludwig said that this incident had caused the corpses of the people in Ludwig to form mountains and rivers of blood to linger in the mountains and forests.

Even today, in the dense forest of Ludwig, the wails of ghosts could still be heard every night when the moon was clear and the wind was strong.

It was like a vengeful spirit.

But now, this governor had personally come to the Preston mountains.

The entire Preston team looked on in awe.

They had never seen Westley before and had only heard of him.

Tristan Yandell curled his lips slightly. He knew what Westley wanted to do, so he took the black cold sword from his waist and handed it over.

The governor did not carry a sword!

If Westley left the capital with a sword, it would definitely alarm the powerful martial artist families and make them tremble in fear.

When the governor went out with a saber, it meant that a killing was about to begin. It was a strong killing signal to the outside world, which would make some people tremble in fear.

Therefore, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Westley usually did not wear a sword.

Westley did not even look at Tristan’s saber. He actually looked down on it.

He raised his head and looked at the short mountain. Braydon Neal was sitting alone on the peak.

“Brother, can you lend me the Northern King sword? I haven’t touched it in three years!” Westley smiled radiantly; his starry eyes filled with hope.

In front of Braydon, this high and mighty governor, Westley Hader, who sat alone, was like a little brother.

This side of him would only appear in front of Braydon.

Tristan knew that if he used this to tease Westley, the latter would make sure that he cries like a baby.

This was a ruthless man who controlled the 70,000 elite troops of the garrison of the capital.

How could he be kind!

As soon as Westley had finished speaking, all the martial artists, including Luca and the other members of the Preston team, looked up at the peak.

A white-robed young man was sitting alone on the peak of the mountain. No one could sit beside him.

Luca cupped his fists in surprise. “Members of the Preston team pay their respects to the Northern King!”

“Northern King?”

The seven or eight martial artists, including the bald man, looked defeated.

This was King Braydon of the northern territory!

Why was he here?

Such an important figure should be in charge of the northern territory. Why had he appeared in the Preston mountains?

One was the Northern King, and the other was the governor.

The two famous figures of Hansworth, both high and mighty, had appeared here at the same time.

The warrior-level fighter’s face was ashen. He knew that he could not escape death.

In other words, none of the martial artists present today could survive.

Braydon sat alone on the peak of the mountain, his thin lips moving. “As a martial artist, you dare to challenge the authority of the Preston team? you will be sentenced to death!

“Attacking a member of the Preston team is a capital crime!

“Those who violate the ironclad rules of Hansworth must die!”

Braydon suddenly stood up, and his sharp eyes burst with light. His golden Qilin robe fluttered in the wind, and his thin body gave off a sense of majesty.

In the next moment, the sheathed Northern King sword shot out from Braydon’s hand.

The Northern King sword struck down and pierced through the bald martial artist’s chest, nailing him to the mountain wall.

Westley walked forward and held the hilt of the Northern King’s sword gently. Then, he glanced at the rest.

“Westley Hader shall heed the Northern King’s orders!” He replied coldly.

The position of a governor was so high that there were only a handful of people who could compare to him.

However, in front of the Northern King, he only responded to his orders.

In the next moment, the Northern King sword was unsheathed, and the murderous aura was so strong that the wild beasts in the area of the Preston mountains were scared to death.

The blade Qi within the Northern King sword was too terrifying.

This sword was truly a vicious weapon.

It had once drunk the blood of hundreds of thousands of enemies and forged its own fierce reputation.

When Westley held the sword, his black casual jacket puffed up slightly, and an invisible pressure spread out along with his cold words, “Martial artists are wreaking havoc. Regardless of the reason, kill without mercy!”

Westley then made his move.

When his sword fell, an invisible sword might swept across the eight solo martial artists in front of him.

With a single slash, all eight of them were dismembered.

Blood splattered across the sky. Westley held the Northern King sword and walked on the bloody path, as cold as ever.

The three sons of the north were all geniuses!

Westley Hader, a king-level figure, was the governor of the tomb. His strength could be said to be invincible among his peers. When he entered the tomb with the Northern King sword, it was not as dark as he had imagined.

The passageway was three meters high and two meters wide, and it was paved with bluestone bricks.

Westley’s steady and powerful steps accompanied him as he walked deeper into the quiet path. Angry shouts could be heard from inside, but they quickly died down.

The Northern King had given the order to kill.

The 300 martial artists who had entered the tomb would all die.

Martial artists were powerful and extremely sensitive. If they were unruly and disobedient, they could be killed directly.

Braydon, who was at the peak of the mountain, glanced down the mountain. A large number of martial artists ran out in fear.

There were treasures in the tomb.

It had indeed caused everyone to fight for it, but there was an evil in the tomb that had almost killed Steve Xavier.

This place was filled with yin energy. When Westley entered, he found that the yin energy was even stronger. It was a natural and excellent place to raise corpses.

If a corpse was placed here, it would definitely bring disaster to a region after a hundred years.

When the martial artists inside encountered the evils, they were all killed.

With the addition of the black-clothed youth whose strength was even more terrifying, he showed no mercy to them.

More than half of the martial artists were scared and ran out.

Everyone’s pockets were full, and one could vaguely see spiritual stones.

Tristan held his sword and attacked, killing the martial artists who escaped.

Under the Northern King’s killing order, no one could live.

“Bastards! Who are you? Why are you attacking us?” One of the martial artists was furious.

“There’s a treasure in the tomb, and we didn’t get it. If you want to get it from inside, why do you want to kill us?” The skinny martial artist asked in despair.

Tristan’s eyes were cold and indifferent. “I, Tristan Yandell, am a nobody. I’m here to send you all on your way under the Northern King’s order!”

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