The Strongest War God Chapter 218 In the Capital, Killing a King

218 In the Capital, Killing a King

On the main street, red carpets were laid out.

The gingko trees bloomed, and the petals floated in the sky.

Braydon Neal walked like a tiger on the main street and nodded slightly.

The excited people on both sides, especially the hot-blooded men, shouted, “Northern King, you’ve finally come to the capital!”

“Are the ten War G.o.ds of the northern army here with you?”

“Did the northern army come with you?”

“The capital welcomes the Northern King. I’m a diehard fan of the northern army!”

“Brother Northern King, look over here!”

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Among the crowd, there were men in their forties or fifties and youths in their twenties. They were all shouting excitedly. They finally saw the northern army commander!

The northern army had influenced more than just a generation!

There were all kinds of stories about the legend of the northern army on the Internet, but every story vaguely revealed the horror of the northern territory.

Now, the legend of the northern territory was making a public appearance in the capital, and the people were flooding the streets.

There were also many young girls who were dressed up beautifully. They looked at the young man in white walking on the main street and could not believe that this was the Northern King!

He was really too young.

It was because of this youth that he became a legend in the northern territory.

He became the idol of the younger generation.

It was this young man in white who was in charge of the ten legions of the north. He wielded the Northern King sword and made all the countries outside the borders tremble in fear.

The capital garrison was on full alert against the boiling enthusiasm of the people. They did not dare to make the slightest mistake. If there was a mistake, they would not be able to bear the consequences.

There should have been nothing in front of the red carpet. However, at this moment, five-year-old little girl dressed exquisitely like a cute porcelain doll was standing in front of him, looking a little scared.

The little girl was at a loss.

Westley Hader’s eyes flashed sharply as he glanced at the capital garrison troops on both sides.

The eight young guards who were responsible for guarding the side turned pale and wanted to take the little girl away.

Braydon Neal was dressed in a snow-white robe with a black gold-gilded Qilin robe on his shoulders. He bent down gently and picked up the little girl, causing the surrounding people to roar even louder.

“Little girl, where’s your family?” Braydon carried the little girl and continued to walk on the red carpet.

“There are so many people,” the little girl said timidly. “I don’t know where my mother is.”

“Don’t be afraid. I’ll bring you to your mother later!” Braydon hugged her, his heart already filled with anger.

From the moment he pa.s.sed through the main entrance, the aura pressure in the dark had never stopped!

It was only targeting Braydon!

There were already nine auras pressing down on Braydon like mountains.

This was to make him, King Braydon, embarra.s.s himself in public!

If one could not withstand the tyrannical pressure, the outcome would be very miserable. In a lighter case, one would stagger and lose their balance. In a more serious case, one would directly kneel on the ground and find it difficult to get up.

This was the pressure of martial arts!

But now, the little girl in Braydon’s arms was an innocent child. She could not resist the pressure of a powerful king.

The pressure of the aura that fell on the little girl’s body could directly take her life.

On the red carpet, Braydon walked all the way, leaving deep footprints.

It proved how strong the pressure he was resisting was!

“You don’t even care about the lives of innocent children just to embarra.s.s me?” Braydon asked softly.

A soft sentence was exchanged for nine more powerful presences!

Nine auras were pressing down like nine mountains.

Braydon’s thin body was as tall as a spear. He suddenly stopped because the little girl in his arms was a little pale. She said timidly, “Big Brother, I feel terrible!”

The nine king auras were all aimed at Braydon.

It was impossible for the little girl to not be affected at all!

Braydon looked at the little cutie in his arms and said dotingly, “Listen to your brother and close your eyes, okay?”

“Okay!”

The little girl’s voice was tender and innocent.

In the next moment, Braydon moved!

He held the little girl in his right hand and moved at a speed of 70 meters per second.

Under the eyes of ten thousand people.

Braydon actually made a move!

He unleashed his king-level strength.

70 meters per second. Ordinary people’s naked eyes could not capture this speed at all.

Braydon tapped the ground lightly with the tip of his toes and leaped more than ten meters into the air. The Northern King sword at his waist was instantly unsheathed.

The black sword light landed on the roof of a nearby pavilion.

A middle-aged man with his hands behind his back stood in the pavilion. He had a cold smile on his face and an extraordinary aura. He was releasing an extremely powerful pressure on King Braydon, who was walking on the red carpet.

Braydon had already sensed the locations of the nine auras.

They bullied him because of Braydon’s youth.

However, Braydon had walked all the way here without giving them any response for thirteen miles!

In exchange, they were insatiable.

Today, he had implicated an innocent child. It was forcing Braydon to start killing again.

Braydon’s speed was too fast, this was the strength of a peak king. With a slash, the entire building was split in half.

They man’s eyes were filled with fear. He stood on the spot, his breath cut off, and a b.l.o.o.d.y scar appeared between his eyebrows. He died instantly.

Out of the nine king-level presences, one was missing.

The other eight were all shocked!

They really did not expect that the Northern King would dare to make a move in front of three thousand people as the people of the capital flooded the streets!

Unfortunately, Braydon was too fast. From the time the Northern King sword was unsheathed to the time it was sheathed, it took less than a second.

The people on the main street were still boiling with excitement.

In their eyes, King Braydon was still standing quietly on the spot, holding a delicate little girl who looked like a porcelain doll in his arms as he continued to walk forward!

No one knew what was happening in the dark.

But in the capital, the aristocratic families were entrenched, their forces crisscrossed, and there were countless powerful martial artists.

The moment Braydon pulled out the Northern King sword, many of the older generation felt a flash of shocking killing intent.

Who would have thought that the Northern King would draw his saber after being provoked?

Iron-blooded methods were truly overbearing!

On the n.o.ble and cold eighty-mile road, the residents of the capital were boiling over, constantly shouting the name of the Northern King.

Braydon calmly walked along the street. His thin lips moved slightly.”The northern army is not the Ludwig army of the past!”

One sentence was enough to tell the capital!

The northern army was not the Ludwig army of the past.

Although the plain-clothed man in the north was young, he could not be bullied!

Braydon did not care who the nine kings were. Today, they were targeting an innocent child. Braydon would kill them with his sword!

Some of the aristocratic families in the capital might have some older generation martial artists.

They wanted to show Braydon, who had just arrived in the capital, their might?

Then, this Northern King would use the sword in his hand to respond to them in anger!

He did not respond for thirteen miles not because he was afraid of the experts of the capital!

He, Braydon Neal, did not respond for thirteen miles because he was respecting Hansworth.

For Hansworth!

For the one billion people in Hansworth!

Because this was the capital, the capital of a country, sacred and inviolable.

That was why Braydon did not respond for thirteen miles; in respect to Hansworth.

But today, Braydon had drawn his sword and killed one of the nine kings. He was defending the ironclad law of Hansworth.

As a king, if he had no injuries, he could live for three hundred years!

Such a person had cultivated to this stage and had a respected status. However, in the end, in order to target Braydon, he did not hesitate to hurt an innocent child. That was courting death.

Westley Hader and the others walked among the crowd.

Only Braydon could walk the eighty-mile red carpet.