The Strongest War God

Chapter 855: Do You Really Think I’m a Cripple?

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

However, no one expected that Braydon Neal had not left Mount Woolas.

During the day, he openly declared war on the powerful families, suppressed the various aristocratic families, and killed several pinnacle figures.

Was that not enough?

Was Braydon planning to make a move against the genius martial artists of the aristocratic families?

At this moment, Braydon sat alone in the high seat and said calmly, “I asked Lester to invite all of you today because I want to talk to you about joining the Military Department and becoming a general of the Northern Army!”

“What?”

“Braydon Neal, you dare to do this?”

“By doing this, you’re forcing the aristocratic family to rebel!”

Everyone in the crowd was shocked and furious.

However, after the last sentence was spoken, the entire place fell silent…

Everyone turned to look at the back of the crowd. There was a thin young man with a sharp face. They couldn’t help but stay away from him.

How brainless could he be!

Talking about rebelling in front of King Braydon?

Did he want his whole family to be wiped out?

Braydon sat alone in a high seat. His light smile was like a spring breeze. His gaze fell on the back of the crowd, and he asked softly, “What’s your name?”

“Larkin Kincaid of the Kincaid family!”

The pointy-faced young man, Larkin, said his nwith a straight face.

The Kincaid family was ranked 33rd on the aristocratic family list.

Braydon raised his left hand and pointed it at Larkin. His expression suddenly changed, and he said coldly, “Kill him!”

Swoosh!

In a flash, the one-armed Maddox Johnstone drew the Northern Army sword from his waist.

The moment the sword was unsheathed, it was filled with dominance.

“Overpowering sword!” someone exclaimed.

“Half-step pinnacle!”

Everyone was shocked. They did not expect that a nobody beside Braydon would actually be a martial artist at the half-step pinnacle realm.

What was even more terrifying was that he had cultivated the overpowering sword.

The overpowering sword swept across the sky and descended brazenly.

It was like black lightning, unstoppable.

“Braydon Neal, you dare to kill me?” Larkin asked in horror.

“Why wouldn’t I dare to kill you? If your family dares to cause trouble, I’ll kill your family! ”

Maddox’s sword descended from the top of Larkin’s head straight to the bottom of his feet.

His entire body was cut into two with a single slash!

Hot blood filled the hall.

He was a martial artist!

The essence of martial artists was accompanied by slaughter.

The noisy room instantly fell silent.

Those who disobeyed the will of the Northern King would die!

An extremely oppressive aura enveloped the entire room.

Lowman Kramer and the other two were all at the pinnacle realm. They did not fear Braydon because of Larkin’s death.

This kind of method of killing as a warning was useless against the young elites present.

“Braydon Neal…” Lowman said with a solemn expression.

“Even though you are a giant of Confucianism, and the outstanding people of the Confucian school may have official positions, but do you know what will happen if you call my name?”

Braydon looked over slowly.

Lowman’s face was slightly pale. He had cultivated the Way of Confucius and

Mencius since he was young, and the rules of etiquette were deeply imprinted in his heart.

He let out a breath of turbid air, turned around, and bowed. “Confucius scholar Lowman Kramer greets Your Highness. What I want to say is that even if the powerful Martial Emperor swept across the world and intimidated the foreigners, he would not be so overbearing and forcefully accept us into the military. But why is Your Highness doing this today?”

“I’m here today to tell you the reason!”

Braydon’s eyes were like lightning as he said coldly, “The hundreds of countries outside are afraid of my success. They are afraid that Hansworth will regain the glory of the Hanlon Dynasty. They are afraid that Hansworth will regain the prosperity of the great Togo Empire!

“Therefore, the hundred countries outside the border joined forces several years ago. They formulated a hunting plan. This plan is to hunt Hansworth, and the hundred countries will share the profits!

“The hundred countries are no longer restless. They have sent troops to invade our borders. Do you know how many men die in battle in the military every

Braydon was slightly angry as he looked at the three giants of Confucianism.

Confucianism was different from the aristocratic families.

They belonged to the sects.

It was a part of the Hansworth civilization.

As the successors of Confucianism, now that Hansworth was facing foreign enemies, these people were living a wayward life on Mount Woolas, seeking pleasure.

What kind of life were they leading!

Why should the men of the Military Department defend the country’s borders, use their blood to build an indestructible monument, and use their flesh and blood to resist the foreign martial artist armies!

What right did the young masters of the aristocratic families have to hide in the back and enjoy themselves?

Was it because of their good family background?

Was it because all the men in the military were from ordinary families?

But the men of the military had parents and wives.

Everyone was a living being.

The privilege of the powerful and aristocratic families had been revoked the day Braydon left the northern territory and returned to Preston.

With the Northern King Sword in his hand, Braydon had broken the privilege of the powerful and aristocratic families.

All the disciples of the powerful and aristocratic families had to go to the front lines.

Disobeying orders and fearing war meant certain death!

“Hunting plan?” Lowman shouted angrily. “Is this plan real or fake?”

Kendall Kramer’s eyes revealed a look of shock.

Braydon didn’t prove it.

But the martial artists present believed it deep down.

Because with Braydon’s personality, he would never lie to deceive them.

Everyone fell silent.

Even if these people knew about the hunting plan.

But so what!

They were still unwilling to join the military. They were still unwilling to contribute even a little to the country!

These people only had their families in their hearts!

The concept of family supremacy was deeply rooted in their hearts.

So, don’t blBraydon for being ruthless.

For these kinds of martial artists, other than forcefully suppressing them, what else could he do?

Could Braydon educate them and change their beliefs bit by bit?

Braydon was the son of the martial arts fate.

Not the son of the civil fate!

This was the job of the son of the civil fate.

The son of the civil fate, Colton Jansky, had already died.

Therefore, Braydon used martial arts to dominate the world.

“Even though you know about the hunting plan and know how fierce the war at the front line is, you still don’t want to join the military!” Braydon said quietly.

“Are you ashamed to fight with me? I have never done anything shameful in the human world!”

Braydon’s eyes were like lightning.

However, the difference in their vision, structure, and even courage was too great.

Sometimes, people couldn’t help but think that not everyone was King Braydon!

The entire place was silent.

“Or do you think that I am now crippled and can only control the civil fate of the country? Do you think I can no longer support the martial arts fate of Hansworth?” Braydon asked indifferently.

“Lettell you, although I am crippled, I am still the overlord of the northern territory! ”

His voice was like thunder, rumbling through the sky.

Braydon suddenly stood up. His three-foot-long white robe was as white as snow. His eyes were sharp as lightning as he looked around.

No one dared to look him in the eye.

Coincidentally, at this moment.

In the center of Star Tower’s hall, the heaven-gazing roaring statue slowly trembled. It looked like it was looking at the sky as it spat out wisps of purple

The annual purple Qi was about to appear.

Many people looked over with joy in their eyes. They were eager to make a move.

No one seemed to care about Braydon’s words.

Braydon stood with his hands behind his back and said softly, “Do you really think that I am a cripple?”