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Chapter 308: Death Sentence, Unforgivable

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The young martial artists of Thompson Village rushed forward.

Instantly, the situation went out of control.

However, in the Thompson ancestral hall, a white-robed youth stood with his hands behind his back. His face was expressionless, and his deep eyes were coldly watching everything that was happening.

Things had reached this point.

There was nothing wrong with the Thompson Village being labeled as rebels.

Braydon Neal lightly tapped the leaves with the tip of his toes. His white clothes fluttered in the wind, and his left hand formed a claw. The black cold sword at Sammy Dudley’s waist left its scabbard and flew backward.

The moment Braydon held the sword, his thin body released a powerful aura.

The pressure was like a mountain, suppressing ten thousand people alone!

The thousands of people present all turned pale. They felt as if their shoulders were pressed by a thousand -pound object. They bent their backs and instinctively lowered their heads.

The entire place fell silent!

The people present were having difficulty breathing, and no one could open their mouths to make a sound.

Wilhelm Thompson raised his head in shock. He looked at the youth in white who seemed to be an immortal and cried out involuntarily, ‘War God level?”

Only a War God could have such an imposing manner!

At the very least, he was a War God level character!

Such a young War God made Wilhelm’s face turn pale.

He should have thought of this long ago. The Central Plains main team had already sent their guards over, so how could they not send a War God level character to lead the team?

“If a martial artist causes trouble, according to the ironclad law, he will be killed! ”

Braydon held the black blade in his hand. The moment he landed; the blade’s radiant dazzle was aimed at Sonny Thompson.

Sonny’s pupils dilated as he cried out in horror, “No, save…”

Swoosh!

The black blade sliced across his neck like a ribbon, bringing with it a handful of hot blood that splattered all over Luca.

This bloody scene made everyone’s pupils shrink.

Braydon’s white clothes were untainted by the mortal world. His right hand was behind his waist, and his left hand was holding a cold sword. The blade was facing down, dripping with blood.

The Northern King suppressed thousands of people.

Braydon glanced at Wilhelm, and his thin lips moved slightly. “Kneel down!” Bang!

Wilhelm was old, and his eardrums were ripped by the voice. It was as if he had heard a thunderclap. The pressure swept over his body and instantly made him kneel on the spot.

His kneecaps shattered, and blood dyed the soil red.

The entire place was silent!

Luca wiped away the blood on his face. He had been distracted by Joseph

Thomas all this while. Suddenly, he said, “Joseph is dying.”

Sammy flashed forward, his fingers moving slightly as they swept across Joseph’s body.

He frowned and said, “All his ribs are broken, and his leg bones are shattered.

This injury…”

There was no need to say anything more!

Even if this kind of injury was healed, he would still be a cripple.

In this life, he could only sit in a wheelchair.

Joseph had been crippled.

The person who attacked him clearly did not want Joseph’s life but wanted to

cripple him tor the rest ot his lite.

And the murderer was someone from the Thompson Village.

This was forcing Braydon to go on a killing spree!

Previously, Sammy mentioned that Joseph was qualified to join the northern army, but Braydon rejected him and decided to let him train in the Preston main team.

If it was possible, he would recruit him into the northern army.

He would have a very bright future.

Now, the dream had turned into bubbles in Thompson Village.

Steve Xavier put down Joseph, cupped his fists and knelt on one knee, saying in a low voice, “Northern King, I didn’t take good care of Joseph. I accept your punishment!”

“The… The Northern King?”

Wilhelm, who was kneeling on the ground, had a look of disbelief in his murky eyes.

He looked at Braydon’s back. The black cape on his shoulder and the golden Qilin on the clouds seemed to be roaring at him.

Golden Qilin, the symbol of the northern army.

At this moment, Wilhelm’s expression turned dark.

He could not believe that the young man in white before him was not from the Central Plains main team.

He was the Northern King!

Why would such a big shot come to their small Thompson Village?

“Steve, get up!”

“Northern King, please punish me severely!” Steve felt guilty and lowered his head.

“Get up!” Braydon said angrily.

His voice was like thunder, giving many people a fright.

All the imperial guards of the Central Plains knelt down on one knee, stabbed their cold swords into the ground, and lowered their heads in silence.

An enraged War God of the north was indeed terrifying.

The murderous aura that he had concealed was terrifying. Once it leaked out, no one would not be terrified.

Braydon calmed down. “There’s no kneeling in the north. Get up and talk.”

“Yes, sir!”

Steve finally got up.

A silver needle appeared between Braydon’s fingers, and purple Qi flowed into Joseph’s body through the silver needle, helping him extend his life.

A moment later.

Braydon said softly, “This is Joseph’s choice. Before he joined the Preston main team, he was already prepared to die and be crippled. Everyone in the Preston team is not at fault.”

It was these words that made Steve lower his head in guilt.

He felt that he had not taken good care of the people Braydon had given him.

Xana Thomas’ eyes were filled with tears. Her fair little hands quietly tugged at

Braydon’s clothes, crying softly, “Braydon Neal, Joseph, he…”

“Don’t cry. I will mobilize the resources of the northern territory and do my best to cure him. Trust me!”

Braydon’s confident and calm temperament could easily infect others.

Xana finally calmed down and left Thompson Village with Heather Sage in the helicopter.

After Braydon watched the two girls leave, he turned around. His handsome face was filled with cold killing intent!

The Northern King’s fury was far from over.

Braydon glanced at it from the corner of his eye, plucked a green leaf, and shot it out with a flick of his finger.

Whoosh!

A short sound of air being torn apart could be heard.

The flying leaf tore through the air for hundreds of meters and pierced through the left shoulder of the young man. With a shrill scream, he was injured, and the guards took him down.

Under the eyes of ten thousand people at dawn.

“Did I say you could leave?” Braydon smiled faintly.

The young man with thieving eyebrows was a little afraid.

“There were nine martial artists who attacked Joseph. Other than Sonny Thompson, where are the other eight?” Braydon asked softly.

“Him!”

Luca pointed at the young man.

Swoosh!

Braydon’s left hand moved slightly, and the cold sword swept through the air like a waterfall.

Blood oozed out of the young warrior’s neck. His eyes were bloodshot as he fell to the ground and died.

This scene made everyone’s hair stand on end. Braydon was as calm as the wind. He smiled and said, “Seven left!”

With a flick of his finger, he killed a martial artist.

Braydon’s iron -blooded methods were undoubtedly displayed in Thompson Village.

Without any relatives present, this cold, ruthless, and iron-blooded scene might be the true appearance of the War God of the north.

If the people attacking Joseph were ordinary people…

According to the law, they would be handed over to the relevant departments and punished according to the crime.

Braydon would not hurt them at all!

However, the people who attacked him were martial artists.

Martial artists attacking Joseph meant a death sentence that could not be forgiven!

Based on Joseph’s injuries, Braydon could tell that the nine martial artists who had surrounded Joseph in Thompson Village were trying to kill him!

All of Joseph’s ribs were broken, his legs were shattered, and his arms were broken.

It was a blatant slaughter.

This was a challenge to Hansworth’s ironclad law.

At the same time, one could also see the unruly side of martial artists.

Relying on their extraordinary martial strength, if they did evil, it would be beyond one’s imagination.

At this moment, more than ten martial artists in the field actually turned around and wanted to escape.

It was the few of them who wanted to save Sonny just now. They were his childhood friends..

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