The Strongest War God Chapter 1032: Feelings are a Weakness!

Chapter 1032: Feelings are a Weakness!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Yes, when I recover, I want to go eat candy with Second Brother!” Although Ginny Neal was sensible, she was still a child.

Skylar Neal reached out and pinched her little nose. “Alright, I promise you!” he said softly.

As the siblings were chatting, Braydon Neal quietly left the courtyard.

In a garden deep within the palace, Hendrix Bailey held a cold sword as he looked at the five hundred people in front of him!

They were all people who worked in the palace all year round.

They were all in charge of Martial Emperor Yanagi’s daily life, and there were dozens of chefs in the kitchen. All of them had their heads lowered, and their faces were pale.

Hendrix said coldly, “I believe all of you know what happened today. Martial Emperor was poisoned, and my sister Ginny was implicated!

“I don’t care if any of you want to poison Martial Emperor Yanagi, but you poisoned my sister. I’ll settle this score today. Whoever poisoned her will have to step forward. The rest of you are innocent!

“Otherwise, all of you will die today!”

Hendrix held the blade in his left hand, infusing his vitality into it, the red blade light was a thousand feet long.

The 1,000-foot-long sword light landed in front of the hundreds of people.

Bang!

A long ravine appeared, scaring hundreds of people into kneeling down.

A fat chef in the kitchen said with a face that was ashen, “Lord Bailey, please spare us, even if we had a hundred guts, we would not dare to poison anyone. We all have elders and children; we really would not dare to poison anyone!”

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone nodded vigorously.

Braydon stood in the pavilion with his hands behind his back and watched everything silently. He said softly, “Luther, secretly order the hidden agents to investigate the families of these people. See if anything unusual happened recently!”

“Alright!”

Luther Carden immediately understood what Braydon meant.

The person who poisoned them must be among these 500 people.

These people had clean backgrounds and had relatives at home, and they surely knew what poisoning someone would lead to.

If they were to find out who it was, that person wasn’t the only one to blame.

If that was the case, the person who poisoned Martial Emperor Yanagi and Ginny would have definitely arranged for their families to be properly taken care of.

At the same time, the Northern Army’s hidden agents were dispatched to investigate. If there was something fishy going on with these people’s families, it would definitely be discovered.

Braydon stood in the pavilion, quietly waiting for the news.

He was also waiting for the spirit herbs on Heavenly Mountain.

His teacher, Martial Emperor Yanagi, and his sister, Ginny, had both been poisoned. Their lives were hanging by a thread.

This matter had to be investigated thoroughly!

Anyone who touched Ginny, no matter who it was, would die if they were found to be related to this matter.

As the sun set.

For an entire day, Hendrix personally interrogated over five hundred people.

No one admitted to it.

If not for the fact that this was the capital and not the northern desert, with the interrogation methods of the Northern Army, the person who poisoned them would have long confessed.

But this was the capital’s inner palace.

He had to do things according to the rules and could not do anything too out of line.

Luther came to the pavilion and stood behind Braydon. He said softly, “Brother, the medicine has been sent over from Heavenly Mountain. Senior Lujan is the refining pills. The hidden agent has also sent news. Among the 532 people, there are three people whose families are in an unusual situation. Sion Jacinto and Dante Stout’s parents are on a holiday, but their wives and children are at home.

“Zebulon Stokes’ family of six, parents, wife and three children, took a private plane yesterday and flew overseas.

Luther named the most suspicious person.

Bang!

Braydon, who was as calm as the wind, had been standing in the pavilion for an entire day.

At this moment, he finally exploded!

He released a shocking killing intent, which was actually like the might of the heavens, destroying the pavilion into ashes.

Braydon appeared in the garden in a flash.

Hendrix turned around and called out softly, “Braydon!”

“Your Highness!”

Sutton Wall bowed.

The eyes of the five hundred plus people present revealed respect. They all knew who this youth in the Black Dragon Guardian Robe was.

He was the Garrison King, Braydon Neal!

At the back of the crowd, a thin man in his thirties was sweating profusely. He had a bad feeling.

“Zebulon Stokes!” Braydon’s thin lips moved slightly.

He indifferently called out a person’s name.

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The five hundred plus people present all looked at the skinny man at the back.

His entire body was soaked in cold sweat. He stepped forward and said hoa.r.s.ely, “I’m Zebulon Stokes. Greetings, Your Highness!”

“Who told you to poison the Martial Emperor Yanagi!”

Braydon raised his left hand slightly, and the battle sword in Hendrix’s hand broke free, flying into Braydon’s hand.

Zebulon would definitely die today.

Everyone instantly fell silent.

“I don’t understand what you mean, Your Highness,” Zebulon said with a trembling voice.

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Braydon took a step forward with his blade. The blade stabbed into Zebulon’s left shoulder.

The blade pierced through him and nailed him to the wall.

Blood flowed down the wall.

This scene was shocking.

Zebulon gritted his teeth and let out a roar. The veins on his forehead bulged, and his eyes were bloodshot.

He did not make a sound!

Braydon placed his right hand behind his waist and raised his left hand slightly. His vitality condensed into a red sword that floated in the air.

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The moment the sword came out, it pierced through Zebulon’s right shoulder and sank into the wall behind him.

Mural painted with blood.

He was nailed to the wall.

Braydon didn’t say a word. With a raise of his hand, another red sword shot out.

The sword pierced through his left leg!

“Your Highness, Zebulon Stokes won’t be able to survive if this continues,” Sutton said.

“Today, no one can save him!”

Braydon swung his sword and pierced Zebulon’s right leg.

“If we kill Zebulon, then we won’t be able to find out who ordered him to poison them,” said Sutton, his eyelids twitching.

“He will talk!”

Luther walked over with a faint smile. He looked at Zebulon, who was pinned to the wall. He said calmly, “Tell me who’s behind you. I can consider leaving your corpse intact.”

“I didn’t poison the Martial Emperor!”

Zebulon gritted his teeth and sucked in a breath of cold air in pain. He still refused to admit it.

Braydon held a sword in his hand and pierced through Zebulon’s abdomen. He stepped forward and said calmly, “Because of your poison, my teacher, who taught me since I was a child, is about to be forced to disperse his cultivation. My sister’s life is on the line. Be it my sister or my teacher, if anything happens to them, I’ll make your family of six die with them!”

“Braydon Neal, don’t touch my family!”

Zebulon’s eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes revealed a crazed look.

Braydon stared at him and asked softly, “You dared to poison my sister, but I’m not allowed to touch your family. What kind of logic is this?”

This light sentence made Zebulon pant heavily, not knowing how to answer.

“Do you know why we’re looking at you?” Luther asked softly. “Your family of six suddenly left the country yesterday and moved to Song. If you have a clear conscience, why did you secretly inform your family to leave?”

“Besides, I can tell you that if the Northern Army wants them back, Song will not be able to protect your family of six. You must send them back to me in one piece!”

Luther’s words were like a sharp sword that stabbed into Zebulon’s heart.

Everyone had a weakness!

Many people were bound to each other from the moment they were born. Friends, family, and partners were their weakness.

Even those old antiques who had cultivated for hundreds of years had people they were close with.

They were either the disciples who inherited their legacy or their own descendants.