The Strongest War God C.944 - : My Words are Ancestral Teachings!

Chapter 944: My Words are Ancestral Teachings!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

They let Jonah Shaw drag his injured body to fight Caspian Henderson.

The three of them had really made Braydon Neal angry.

The entire place was silent.

Dominic Lowe did not dare to make a sound. He stood at the side and swallowed his saliva. He kept blinking and walked away silently.

This old coward was obviously afraid!

Who wasn’t afraid of the enraged Garrison King?

“Brother, forgive us!” Frediano Jadanza knelt on the ground and said hoarsely.

“If I had come a step later, would Jonah have died here today? What’s wrong with the three of you? You’re all grown up and are in a high position in the palace. You hold great power and are high above. Do you not even care about the lives of your comrades?

“You want to use the blood of your brothers to pave the way for the three of you to reach the top of the palace?” Braydon said indifferently.

Syrus Yanagi, who was kneeling on the ground, raised his head, and his eyes were filled with stubbornness. He clenched his fists and said hoarsely, “There are no such villains in the Northern Army. Jonah didn’t tell us about his injuries…”

“Brother, forgive us!”

Westley Hader interrupted Syrus.

No explanation would be able to redeem them.

Four of the Qilin sons of the Northern Army had gathered in the capital.

Yet right under their noses, Jonah had almost died in battle here.

This was a mistake on their end!

The elites of the Northern Army had grown up together, and they would shoulder everything together.

Now, Braydon had personally witnessed the heavily injured Jonah being forced to fight Caspian.

If Braydon’s younger brothers, whom he had protected since he was young, were playing dirty, watching Jonah go out to fight and turning a blind eye to it, how much despair would Braydon feel?

It was no longer a matter of sadness, but despair.

The elites of the Northern Army whom he had protected since he was young, even Harvey Lay, who did things in an evil manner, did not dare to scheme against their own brother.

Westley and the others would not dare to do such a thing.

If they really did, Braydon would cripple the three of them today!

The Northern Army could not tolerate such a despicable person!

At this moment, Frediano and the other two were kneeling on the ground, and no one defended themselves.

A mistake was a mistake!

Even though outsiders were present, in front of their brother Braydon, the three of them knelt in front of the city gate without any resentment in their hearts.

“Brother, this has nothing to do with the three of them,” Jonah said hoarsely, his left hand covering the wound on his abdomen.

“If a Qilin Son of the Northern Army dies here, the entire capital will be implicated.”

Braydon said calmly. “Heather, help Jonah treat his injuries. Luke, give me the Northern King Sword.”

“Kill him!”

Luke Yates almost rushed up to Caspian.

However, the little fool knew that it was not his turn to kill Caspian today.

Braydon gripped the hilt of the Northern King Sword.

In the next second.

Swoosh!

The Northern King Sword was unsheathed, and its murderous aura was shocking.

Braydon stepped on the ground and walked toward Caspian, saying calmly, “It’s you who hurt my brother, right?”

“Northern King Neal!”

Caspian felt as if he had encountered a great enemy. Cold sweat dripped down his temples. He looked at Braydon who was walking toward him and felt as if a huge mountain was pressing down on his shoulders.

Braydon was smart. From the injuries on Jonah’s body, he could deduce that Caspian had challenged Jonah day and night to aggravate Jonah’s injuries.

Such despicable methods could not be hidden from Braydon!

Braydon said softly, “I was the one who bestowed Jonah with the title of War God of the Nation. As long as I live, who would dare to touch Jonah? Who would dare to touch his title of War God of Hansworth?”

“The title of the War God of Hansworth can be replaced by anyone with the capability to do so. This is a thousand-year-old ancestral teaching, and you want to go against it?”

Caspian was about to put the blame on him.

After saying that.

Zavier and Kieran’s eyes gradually turned cold. They knew that Caspian would not be able to survive today.

Others might not understand Braydon, but the capital’s big shots did!

Braydon, who had been hailed as the capital’s Young Martial Emperor since he was young, had been taught by the Martial Emperor. He had the boldness of a sovereign lord, the methods of a mighty emperor, and the true nature of an overlord!

Caspian was trying to suppress Braydon using the ancestral teachings.

Was he a fool?

Regarding Caspian’s words.

“My words are the ancestral teachings!” Braydon said indifferently.

“What?”

Caspian was stunned. He didn’t expect Braydon to be so tyrannical.

He actually said that his words were the teachings ot the ancestors.

He was much too tyrannical!

Braydon stood between heaven and earth with his sword in his hand. He looked at Caspian and raised his Northern King Sword, releasing his vitality.

The red blade light was ten meters long!

Caspian was shocked.

The release of vitality was exclusive to high-level pinnacle experts.

He, Caspian, had 5,000 Na of vitality, but he was still considered a low-level pinnacle. He had not even opened the second pinnacle door, so how could he release his vitality!

Braydon held the Northern King Sword and suppressed the land.

Caspian, who had a vitality of 5,000 Na, had nowhere to run or dodge.

If he fled, his back would be exposed to the Northern King Sword.

He would only die faster!

He had no other choice but to use his strength to resist.

He used his own strength to defeat the sword light formed by Braydon’s vitality!

Caspian roared and punched.

Braydon’s eyes were cold as he held the Northern King Sword and released a red sword light!

The sword light was released.

Braydon wielded his sword, slashing out rays of sword light.

With every swing of his sword, a sword light was slashed out.

The sword light did not take Caspian’s life.

The first sword light cut off Caspian’s left shoulder, and the second sword light cut off his right shoulder.

The third sword light sliced off Caspian’s legs.

The pinnacle talent of an aristocratic family was then beheaded by Braydon, and blood splattered on the spot.

He died tragically!

There was no complete corpse!

Braydon sheathed his sword and said coldly, “Who gave you the confidence to hurt a Qilin son of the Northern Army?”

His cold words caused the entire place to fall into a dead silence.

Caspian was killed on the spot.

His body was cut up with a sword.

It was iron-blooded and ruthless.

Braydon wanted to use Caspian to intimidate the aristocratic families who were ready to make a move.

Caspian had challenged Jonah day and night. There was definitely someone behind it.

Moreover, Caspian wanted to get his hands on the position of the War God of Hansworth.

The aristocratic families wanted to stir up trouble.

They were simply courting death!

In the northwest corner of the capital stood a few young men and women with blonde hair and blue eyes. They came from overseas and were martial artists!

Martial artists were not allowed to trespass into other countries without permission. Otherwise, they would be killed on the spot.

However, these young people seemed to have come through proper channels.

One of them was a golden-haired girl with a high nose bridge and blue eyes that were like the ocean. She was very beautiful.

She was an old acquaintance of Braydon, Milia of the Alpha Empire!

“Milia, is he King Braydon Neal?” A handsome youth asked solemnly.

“In all of Hansworth, who else would have the courage to kill a Dinnacle talent of the same generation as him?”

The golden-haired girl had a slender figure, and she softly responded.

“I heard that the higher-ups wanted to betroth you to him last year,” the young man said playfully. “They wanted to use this marriage to deepen the relationship between the two empires.”

“Because of the hunting plan, this matter has been put on hold!”

“We’ve been in Hansworth for half a year,” the handsome youth said indifferently. “We’ve only just met this King Braydon Neal today.. How high do you think his vitality is?”