The Strongest War God

147 A Graceful Strike, The Third Person Dies

Old Man Zito rolled his eyes at Tristan Yandell’s hostility.

“What’s so good about being a martial artist? It’s better to be an ordinary person. Otherwise, if you make a small mistake and get targeted by the special operations team, you’ll be skinned even if you don’t die.”

Old Man Zito’s face was droopy as he led the way into the village.

Along the way, many villagers greeted him, “Old Man Zito, your relatives are here!”

“Have you ever seen a relative who’s trying to kill you?” Old Man Zito’s face was all scrunched up.

Normally, he relied on his War God level strength to live in the small mountain village. He could do whatever he wanted, and there was no one he could not take advantage of or offend.

No one knew that two big shots would come today!

One of them was the deputy governor of the capital city’s garrison, and the other was a young man in white, who was even more terrifying. He was the commander of the one million black-clothed elites of the north.

Each of them could beat up this old man.

If he had known earlier, Old Man Zito would have gone into hiding this morning.

The three of them passed through the entire village and came to the westernmost side, where they saw an exquisite three-story western-style building.

This was Sean Zant’s courtyard!

Searle Lambert, who had changed his name to Sean Zant, had been hiding in Small Zito village for ten years. He was afraid that the demon who had grown up in the north would come back to take revenge on him.

When the Neal family had an internal conflict, Gerald Neal had invited him over.

Searle Lambert, who had been the leader of the dark division in the provincial capital of Quill, was a warlord and had the dark division behind him.

With him in the Neal family, who would dare to interfere?

The Preston team did not even care!

Therefore, on that rainy night thirteen years ago, Braydon Neal’s branch suffered a crushing defeat.

This made him, who was only seven years old, mistakenly think that all his family members had died. Because of that he had not returned to Preston for thirteen years.

Now that he had returned, Searle Lambert and the other two were targets that Braydon had to kill!

Old Man Zito stood at the door and shrugged. “There, Sean Zant is inside.”

“Then, let’s go in together!” Tristan kicked his butt.

Bang!

Old Man Zito staggered, and his head knocked the door frame, directly breaking the door open.

Braydon entered the room with his hands behind his back, ignoring Old Man Zito’s angry stomping.

Tristan sneered and glanced at Old Man Zito. If he revealed any ill intentions, he would definitely kill him on the spot today!

No War God level people were easy to deal with.

Including Old Man Zito!

No one would dare to treat the three great governors as fools. The three of them were led by Westley Hader and jointly controlled the capital’s garrison. They were all figures who stood at the top of the world and sat high in the hall. No one dared to provoke them!

It was proof of one’s strength.

Only when one’s intelligence, tactics, and strength were high could one intimidate all the martial artists in the world.

Braydon entered the detached courtyard and smiled like a spring breeze. He looked at the woman who was drying the bedding in the courtyard. She was wearing ordinary clothes, but she had an air of nobility.

“Old Man Zito, why did you come in without knocking?” She was stunned for a while.

“Is Sean at home?” Old Man Zito asked in a low voice.

Then, a loud laugh came from inside the room. “Uncle Zito, you’re here. Are you itching to have a drink again? What a coincidence! I also want to have a drink with someone!”

As soon as he finished speaking, a man in a tunic suit walked out of living room. He was in his 50s, and he strode out of the door in big steps. When he saw Braydon, his bright smile froze on his face as if he had been struck by lightning.

He was stunned for a long time.

There was another young man in the room. He was about 25 or 26 years old and was wearing casual clothes. He asked in confusion, “Dad, what’s wrong?”

“Connor, run!”

The man in the tunic suit was Searle Lambert. He had been hiding in Small Zito village under the alias Sean Zant for ten years.

His eyes were bloodshot as he opened his mouth and roared, shocking his son and wife.

They had never seen Searle Lambert in such a state in the past ten years.

Braydon smiled and said, “Chief Lambert, it’s been thirteen years since we last met. I didn’t expect you to recognize me at a glance. How surprising!”

Tristan’s finger gently touched the handle of the knife on his waist.

He could launch his fiercest attack at any time!

Searle’s face was pale. He said hoarsely, “After 13 years, you finally came to me. I didn’t recognize you. I recognized the symbol of the north army. It’s the golden Qilin!”

Which martial artist in the world had not heard of the gilded Qilin robe!

Moreover, Searle had once been the leader of the Quill’s dark division. He knew more top secrets than solo martial artists.

“Dad, what’s wrong with you? Who are they?” Connor Lambert asked in surprise.

Connor did not know about the incident with the Neal family, and neither did his mother. Searle buried the matter deep in his heart.

What he said next shocked Connor.

“Who is he? The current Northern King, a thousand-year genius, the head of the three sons of the north, a king-level figure. Although he’s dressed in plain clothes, he’s in charge of the ten great armies of the north. At the age of seventeen, he was conferred the title of king on the peak of Mount Bliz. His achievements are unparalleled!” Searle said in a trembling voice.

He had never thought that the seven-year-old boy who had gotten involved in the Neal family’s internal struggle and escaped was actually a young dragon!

When the true dragon entered the northern territory, it displayed a shocking appearance.

...

That really was the king’s posture!

He entered the northern territory at the age of seven and became a warlord. At the age of nine, he became a War God and killed several War Gods outside the border with a sword. He became famous after one battle and shocked the world!

He was called the little Northern King.

Everything behind this white-robed young man was a legend!

Connor was stunned.

He was also a martial artist, and he had even reached the third-level lower warlord level. He was very strong.

However, Connor did not expect that such a big shot would come today.

“There’s no need to think about escaping,” Tristan said coldly. “No one can escape today!”

No one could escape from this deputy governor alone.

“Dad, what happened?” Connor asked with a trembling voice.

However, Searle’s face was filled with despair. He stood in the courtyard and suddenly knelt down.

...

He knelt down in front of Braydon!

He did not want to say it!

“It seems that your son doesn’t know what happened thirteen years ago,” Braydon said with a light smile. “Then, I’ll tell you!

“Thirteen years ago, there was an internal conflict in the Neal family in Preston. The two older family heads had different opinions. Gerald Neal used external forces to invite the then top leader of Quill, Searle Lambert. He was an important figure in Preston back then!

“Gerald Neal easily cleaned up the Neal family. Graham Neal, my grandfather, was forced to die by his hands. After that, all the people in his family were killed!

“I was seven years old that year, and my mother took me with her on a rainy night to escape!

“That night, the whole of Preston city was filled with killing intent. A large truck knocked over the car I was in, and the wheel ran over my mother. She was forced to sit in a wheelchair alone for thirteen years. She suffered for thirteen years with a hidden illness!

“My father has been suppressed for 13 years and suffered humiliation!

“My second uncle died on a rainy night. My fourth uncle, Liam Neal, was forced to hide in Lamar city and suffered humiliation!

“And all of this is thanks to Chief Lambert!”

…

Braydon told him about the past in a soft voice.

Without the help of Searle Lambert, how could Gerald Neal have overturned the Neal family and hurt all the relatives of Braydon’s family?

Connor was stunned when he mentioned this.

He really did not expect that his father had done this kind of thing, and that year, it was King Braydon’s whole family branch that was harmed, causing his family to be destroyed.

Such a blood feud… Who in the world would be able to let it go?