151 Mobilize the Preston Team and Raze This Place to the Ground
The thin and weak martial artist was slightly stunned and reverently said, “Naturally, it’s under the jurisdiction of the three great governors of the capital city!”
“Do you know who I am?” Tristan Yandell sneered.
The skinny martial artist was stunned. He sized up Tristan and said in disdain, “A martial artist from Preston? Why are you acting all high and mighty? Let me tell you…”
Bang!
To such an idiot, Tristan flipped his hand and sent him flying in the air. He did not want to hear another word from him.
What an imbecile!
“I’ll tell you,” Tristan said indifferently. “My surname is Yandell, and my name is Tristan!”
The entire place was silent…
After a brief silence, everyone was stunned.
The thin martial artist fell to the ground, his pupils dilated. He looked at Tristan as if he was looking at a demon.
How many martial artists in the world did not know the name Tristan Yandell?
There were three governors in Hansworth.
Every single one of them was a shocking figure.
“Deputy Governor Yandell of the garrison of the capital?” the vigorous martial artist cried out.
“How is this possible?!”
The few martial artists guarding the door could not help but tremble.
Braydon Neal passed by with his hands behind his back, and an invisible pressure was emitting from his thin body.
Whoosh!
All six of them flew back more than twenty meters and fell heavily to the ground, unconscious.
They were blocking the way of King Braydon!
As they passed by the entrance and entered the residential area, they realized that the interior had already been renovated.
The first floor of the unfinished building was the hall, and people in different clothes walked back and forth.
Without exception, they were all martial artists!
The arrival of Braydon and his team, who were new faces, attracted the attention of many martial artists.
A cripple walked up to him and asked, “Little brother, are you here to sell something?”
“Selling things? I have something, but I don’t know if you can afford it!” Braydon left.
As he said that, the surrounding martial artists were immediately attracted. One of them was a white-robed young man who had brought an extraordinary treasure.
If there were treasures, it would either be a bidding war or a martial artist riot, snatching them with their strength.
The cripple laughed. “Don’t make a fuss, little brother. Who doesn’t have some net worth to be able to come here? It’s not difficult to come up with tens of thousands. If it’s three to five hundred million, everyone can pitch in and come up with it!”
“That’s right. We have money, but you have to have good things. How much money do you want? We won’t give you a cent less. We won’t take advantage of your young age!”
The middle-aged stall owner’s voice was loud and clear, and it was easy for others to believe him.
There were thirty to fifty martial artists gathered around.
Their eyes all fell on Braydon, eager to see what good stuff it was.
Under the attention of thousands of people.
Braydon’s left hand moved slightly, took off the black sword from his waist, and inserted it into the ground with its scabbard.
“It’s a weapon? I thought that it was a hundred-year-old spiritual herb.” The cripple looked disappointed.
“When it comes to weapons, we have to know their origin and material. What’s the name of your sword?”
The middle-aged stall owner was more like a merchant. Seeing that it was not a spiritual herb, he was not too disappointed. Instead, he asked about its origin.
His question piqued everyone’s curiosity.
In any case, the many martial artists had nothing better to do, so they took this as a form of entertainment.
“The name of this sword is the Northern King!” Braydon stood with his hands behind his back.
His words silenced the entire audience.
When everyone came back to their senses, they looked at the sword carefully.
“Northern King sword?!” The middle-aged stall owner’s face turned green.
“F*ck, are you kidding me?”
“Do you want to die? Do you know what the Northern King sword is?”
“F*cking hell, if you want to die, don’t drag us down with you. In the whole world, only the lord in the northern region has the Northern King sword!”
“This idiot must be tired of living. The Northern King sword is the sword of the northern army’s commander. Only the lord of the northern army can use it!”
“This idiot!”
…
For a moment, the faces of the thirty to fifty martial artists who were watching turned green.
All of them exploded in anger.
As martial artists, they were all too clear about the power of the lord in the north. He sat alone on the peak of Mount Bliz, and millions of men in black under his command swore their loyalty to him.
If the northern territory knew about this, they would definitely kill all of them.
“Can you afford to buy this sword?” Braydon asked indifferently.
The cripple’s face turned green, and he almost went crazy!
He dared to say that he could buy the Northern King sword?
Who in the world would dare to claim that they could buy this sword?
He also knew that the Northern King sword was the war sword of a commander!
All the cold swords in the world were made according to size of the Northern King. The northern soldiers in the northern territory all wore cold swords.
The Northern King sword represented the northern army.
If you dared to say you want to buy the Northern King sword?
That would be blasphemy against the north!
Once the imperial guards of the north caught wind of the news and left the border, it would be the day of your death.
“I can’t afford it. Little brother, don’t torment me!” The cripple was a coward.
“Get going, everyone It’s too scary!” The middle-aged stall owner asked the crowd to disperse.
“Don’t be in such a hurry to leave,” Tristan Yandell said lazily. “This is the Northern King sword you all think it is!”
“Are you kidding me? The Northern King sword is the sword of the northern army’s commander. How could it be here? Unless he is the northern… commander!”
As the cripple was speaking, his eyes fell on the sleeves of Braydon’s white robe.
There was a small golden Qilin embroidered on each of his sleeves.
What did this symbol mean?
Qilin official robe!
Who in the world could wear it?
Only the Northern King!
The cripple’s eyes were filled with fear as he looked at the white-robed youth in front of him. He could not believe that he was the king of the northern region.
However, the reason why Braydon had gathered all of them here was not to show off the Northern King sword, but to find someone!
Among the thirty to fifty people, there was no Liam Neal.
“Fourth Master Neal came here this morning,” Tristan asked. “Do any of you know where he is?”
The middle-aged stall owner’s expression changed slightly. He lowered his head and did his work without replying.
The others did not say anything!
Did he really not know, or did he not dare to say it?
A strange atmosphere quietly spread out.
Braydon’s eyes were cold. He was almost certain.
His fourth uncle was in trouble!
Tristan was secretly angry. He knew his commander’s personality. If something happened to his family, he would raze the entire Preston city to the ground in his anger!
The old generals of the northern territory had all heard the frivolous words of Braydon when he was young.
If his brothers were not around, what would he feel by sitting alone on the peak of the Mount Bliz?
If the north was not here, all the martial artists in the world would be buried with him!
Braydon grew up in the northern territory. When he became a commander at the age of seven, he wielded a saber and killed his enemies.
There was no other reason, but to be a commander, one must be stained with the enemy’s blood!
This was the rule!
Thirteen years of life in the northern territory had forged the heart of King Braydon.
If they could not hand over Liam, Braydon would raze this black market to the ground.
The cold sword should not be stained with the blood of the innocent. But that was under the premise that they did not touch King Braydon’s Qilin scales.
Those who touched the scales under the Qilin official robe would not just have their whole family killed.
Tristan asked in a low voice, “I’ll ask one last time: where is Fourth Master Neal?”
Still, no one replied.
The gathered people were actually about to disperse.
“You! You must be looking for death!” Tristan bellowed angrily.
“This black market is not a simple place. Brother, don’t ask for trouble!” The middle-aged stall owner lowered his head and reminded him in a low voice.
Tristan laughed out of extreme anger. “There’s no trouble I can’t afford to cause!”
“Send word! Mobilize the Preston team and raze this place to the ground!” Braydon’s thin lips moved slightly.
Whoosh!
What?
The Preston team!