The Strongest War God

204 Why Did You Let Her Down?

First Rat sighed. “I’ve said what I need to say. I know what I’m doing. The twelve of us have done so much evil that we can’t escape death. I just hope that after we die, we can be wrapped in cloth and buried somewhere.”

“Sure!”

Braydon Neal saw that First Rat and Second Bull were both men and did not beg for mercy.

Perhaps they also knew that begging for mercy was useless.

The bloodlust of martial artists was vividly displayed on them.

Then, the dragon gall spear left his hand and turned into a black light. It shot out and pierced through First Rat’s chest, killing Second Bull who was behind him.

He killed two people with one spear and nailed them to the holy statues in the main hall.

Yuzo Quon’s face turned green as he muttered, “Dear Heavenly Lord of Boundless Blessings and my ancestors, please don’t blame me. I’ll definitely rebuild the statues for you!”

Not only were there killings in the main hall, but the dragon gall spear was even nailed to the statue.

Braydon had always been frivolous.

If the Dao Association knew about this, they would definitely be dissatisfied.

However, this King Braydon was not afraid of ghosts and Gods, so he did things without any scruples.

Hatcher Murphy glanced at First Rat and his brother’s corpses and said softly, “What a pity. If they didn’t choose the wrong path and had joined the north, they would have definitely been powerful!”

“Prepare twelve coffins and bury them together.”

Braydon instructed as he withdrew his dragon gall spear.

Hatcher immediately arranged for people to transport the corpses away and bury them.

Braydon was not in a hurry to leave. He sat on the bluestone steps and looked at the bright white moon.

Tristan Yandell and the rest stood behind him, not daring to sit together.

Yuzo stood at the side with a cowardly look on his face.

“Daoist Priest Quon, are you the only one in the Daoist temple?” Braydon asked calmly.

“That’s right! This penniless priest is alone!” Yuzo shuddered.

“You became a ninth-level War God at twenty-two years old. Where did you learn martial arts, and what technique did you cultivate?” Braydon glanced over indifferently.

Yuzo had to answer these questions from the Northern King.

“I cultivate Innate Qigong and practice sword techniques,” he answered honestly.

“The Innate Qigong comes from the Quinto sect of Mount Nubis. Which sect did you learn it from?”

Braydon seemed to be having a normal conversation with him.

It was this kind of casual chat that made Tristan’s face and palms sweat profusely.

Hatcher was also extremely cautious.

This kind of casual chat was the most frightening!

The majesty of the Northern King had been deeply imprinted in their bones from the beginning to the end.

Yuzo could sense that something was amiss. It was not a good thing for this major character to be interested in him.

If he did not answer the question properly, he would have to die.

He lowered his head. “My teacher is from Mount Nubis’ Zento Sect. My teacher is the eighty-second generation sect master, Yuzo Yuto.”

“Mount Nubis is backed by the Qali river, which is 800 miles away. It’s known as the ancestral court of the world. You’re the direct disciple of the sect master, so how did you end up in Preston mountains? And why are you here cultivating all alone!”

Braydon’s deep eyes flashed coldly.

A faint killing intent lingered around everyone, causing the entire place to fall silent.

Why did Braydon want to kill him?

The reason was simple!

This old thing was lying.

There must be something hidden in his lie. When he became a ninth-level War God at the age of twenty-two, it was clear how powerful his ability was.

Such ability in this day and age could also be called the bearing of a king!

Now that forty years had passed, Yuzo Quon had definitely reached king level!

One who was a king, hidden in the Preston mountains, having the central plains main team’s A9-grade killing order; there was definitely something wrong. How could Braydon ignore it!

A king could slaughter a city in Preston.

In Braydon’s eyes, no matter which sect you belonged to, whether you were cultivating in the secular world or in seclusion, your background must be clean. All the martial artists in the world must obey the jurisdiction of the five main teams!

Those who refused to be disciplined would be killed without mercy.

The five main teams could not be blamed for being overbearing. It was the group of martial artists that was too special, so they did not dare to relax at all.

Yuzo hurriedly explained, “When I was young, I wandered around the Preston mountains, and I saw that this place was very suitable for living in seclusion. I was born to be quiet and indifferent to fame and fortune…”

“You were born to be quiet. When you were twenty-two years old, you crossed the border to Sagaz and slaughtered 9,621 people in the bridal procession!”

Braydon’s eyes were sharp as swords, and he said coldly, “You learned in Mount Nubis and practiced sword techniques. Yet, you used a cold sword and started a massacre in Sagaz!

“Your words are all lies!

“As a martial artist, you background is unclear, and you have an A9-grade killing order on your back. If anyone finds you, you have to die!”

…

Braydon suddenly stood up, and the stone steps under his feet instantly exploded.

Crack!

Cracks appeared under his feet, and his golden Qilin robe fluttered even though there was no wind.

His killing intent was revealed!

The dragon gall spear weighed 223 pounds, was pitch-black and cold to the touch. The tip of the spear was sharp and flickered with a cold light as it stabbed forward.

Yuzo’s soul almost flew away in fright. Who knew that the Northern King would attack whenever he wanted?

Such a decisive character.

In just a few words, he had listed Yuzo Quon as someone he must kill.

This bloodthirsty character was worthy of being the northern army commander who grew up in the northern territory.

The dragon gall spear brushed past Yuzo’s face and pierced through the pillar of the main hall.

The one-meter-long red pillar was pierced through by the spear.

If it landed on a person, they would be killed on the spot.

“Wait, I’ll explain everything. Please spare my life!”

Yuzo Quon, that old fool, was truly shameless. With a plop, he knelt down in front of Braydon and hugged Braydon’s thigh.

Such a shameless act made it hard for Braydon to kill him.

Braydon withdrew his spear and stabbed it into the ground.

Bang!

The long spear pierced deep into the bluestone steps. Braydon Neal said indifferently, “Let go!”

Only then did Yuzo let go of Braydon’s thigh and obediently squatted down by the side, looking very cooperative.

There were many mysteries surrounding him.

However, he had to make everything clear.

If he could not explain clearly, Braydon would take his life.

“Why did you cross the border and invade Sagaz forty years ago?” Hatcher frowned.

“I did it for a girl. She didn’t want to marry that hypocrite Cameron Linar. Since death threats didn’t work, that was the only way I could think of.”

Yuzo squatted down on the ground, holding a rock as he drew circles on the ground.

Braydon’s deep eyes were filled with ripples.

He could guess that the girl Yuzo was after was Francesca Sagaz, the eldest daughter of Sagaz’s monarch from forty years ago.

Hatcher’s eyelids twitched. He knew that Yuzo was not a good person.

He was a ruthless person!

He was furious because of a girl. He crossed the border alone and slaughtered the Sagaz bridal escort team. According to the records, there was a marquis-level person escorting them.

In the end, he died in the hands of Yuzo.

With the strength of a ninth-level War God, it was indeed extraordinary to fight against a marquis.

Yuzo crouched down, his voice sounding a little low, “I had known Francesca for a long time, but our identities were different. I was just an ordinary boy; how could I be worthy of the eldest daughter of Sagaz’s ruler!

“Moreover, she was from the eight countries outside the borders. The relationship was not meant to be. Until the day she got married, she sent someone to deliver a late farewell letter…”

Yuzo let out a breath of turbid air.

It had been forty years since he wore the Daoist robe, but when he thought about the past, his heart still stirred.

“You received the letter, but you still crossed the border!” Braydon said softly.

“I owed it to her. I’ve never been weaker than anyone else in my life, and I’ve never let anyone down. She was the only person I let down!” Yuzo clenched his fists tightly.

As a captain, Hatcher was cold and merciless to the outside world. He looked at things at its essence.

“Why did you let her down?” he asked.