The Strongest War God Chapter 531 – I Said, He’s Already Dead!

Chapter 531: I Said, He’s Already Dead!

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Preston’s Jarrell family was not a threat, Braydon Neal did not put them in his eyes.

However, Braydon wanted to know who was using the Jarrell family as a pawn to test him.

Braydon had not left the Neal family manor for several days and was recuperating in the manor.

In the eyes of the outside world, Braydon lived in seclusion and did not care about the official rite ceremony on Mount Tanish.

Braydon did not care.

However, the four great entities could not ignore it!

If King Braydon carried with him the fate of the country, he would reach the pinnacle at the age of twenty.

That would be terrible!

Would Braydon give the martial artists from the four great entities a way out in the next few hundred years?

The schemes of the aristocratic families and powerful families had never stopped.

There were also the sects who were unwilling to lay low.

All the great entities had their own tricks up their sleeves.

They had experienced the era of the black-robed prime minister, Barrett Yearwood.

Everything that had happened fifty years ago was still fresh in the minds of the various great entities.

The current King Braydon was even more terrifying than Barrett back then.

Back then, Barrett was blind, but he was able to suppress the entire hall and make it unable to move.

He was a legend.

But King Braydon was even more terrifying than Barrett!

The Northern King controlled a million elites of the northern army and was in the military headquarters.

Putting aside the terrifying influence for the time being.

The most frightening thing was the Northern King’s talent in martial arts.

Braydon was known as a genius that came every thousand years.

A once-in-a-thousand-year prodigy!

Once he reached the pinnacle, what would Braydon do to the martial artists from the four great entities with his iron-blooded methods?

Would you dare to imagine?

Back then, Barrett suppressed the three great entities, and they were unable to make any moves.

Braydon wanted to get rid of the four great entities!

The powerful families, aristocratic families, sects, and yin-yang were all on Braydon’s must-kill list.

These people would definitely not sit still and wait for death.

If Braydon were to become a pinnacle at the age of twenty, none of the four great entities would be able to accept that.

To be more precise, Braydon becoming the pinnacle was equivalent to breaking the balance.

The balance between the major powers would be broken by Braydon alone.

But did Braydon care about the truth?

He did not care at all!

The feud between the great entities and the northern army was a blood feud.

It could not be resolved!

Braydon had millions of northern cold swords behind him. Sooner or later, the blades would hang all over the capital and slaughter the four great entities.

That day was not far away!

At this moment, the sun had completely set.

Dusk fell.

An S97 assault helicopter took off from Preston and flew directly to the provincial capital!

The person in the helicopter was naturally Braydon.

In the provincial high-tech zone, there was a three-story villa in a single-family villa district.

In the living room, a white-haired old man in pajamas was holding his phone. His face, which was covered in age spots, was extremely gloomy.

He was the old master of the Jarrell family, Harrison Jarrell.

It was this old man who had called Devin Jarrell to ask about the new factory and how it was going.

If this matter was handled well, it would be of great benefit to the Jarrell family!

Harrison sat in the living room. From the phone call just now, he vaguely realized that something might have happened to Devin in Preston!

Then, someone knocked on the door of the villa.

“Come in!” Harrison said in a deep voice.

Two middle-aged men pushed the door open and asked with furrowed brows,

“Dad, what happened? Why did you ask us to come in the middle of the night?”

“Something happened to Devin!”

Harrison looked at his two sons and said solemnly.

“Devin is a third-level warlord. What could happen to him in Preston?” The thin middle-aged man was shocked.

“In Preston, even a small martial artist can stir up trouble. Warlord level martial artists are all big shots. If Devin wants to leave when he encounters trouble, even the Preston main team can’t stop him!”

The middle-aged man frowned.

The Jarrell family of the provincial capital was no stranger to Preston.

On the contrary, they were very familiar with the strength of the martial artists in Preston.

Harrison sighed and said, “The problem probably lies with the Neal family. I called Devin, and he only picked up after half an hour. Halfway through my call, Devin’s phone was taken by a kid who claimed to be from the Neal family.” “The Neal family also has a warlord level martial artist? That can’t be right!” The thin middle-aged man’s face was dark.

Among the seven great families of Preston, if there were a few martial artists in their family, it would already be a good achievement. How could there be warlord level martial artists?!

Something was obviously wrong.

“I can’t get through to Devin’s phone, and Fenix’s phone is also switched off!” Harrison said.

“I’m going to Preston tonight to see how powerful the Neal family is. How dare they touch the Jarrell family’s people?”

The thin middle-aged man, Dalton Jarrell, had a ferocious look in his eyes. A faint murderous aura was exuding from his body. He had definitely killed before.

However, a gentle voice came from outside the villa. “There’s no need to go to Preston!”

The Northern King, Braydon Neal, had arrived!

Preston was only 60 kilometers away from the provincial capital. The S97 helicopter was flying at a speed of hundreds of kilometers per hour. How long do you think it would take to fly in a straight line in the dark?

It would not even take twenty minutes!

Moreover, Braydon’s arrival in the provincial capital had alerted the Central Plains headquarters.

The current commander, Sammy Dudley, opened up an emergency route for them. Captain Hatcher Murphy personally led the guards to clear the entire route.

There were more than 2,000 imperial guards of the Central Plains surrounding the villa. All of them had drawn their swords and were wearing black scarves.

Tonight, not even a bird could fly out.

Braydon, who was dressed in white, stood with his hands behind his back and personally went to the Jarrell family in the provincial capital.

Dalton was a little shocked and furious. He did not even notice that someone had arrived.

He dashed out and threw out a palm, shouting, “Who is it?”

As his voice rang out, his right fist, which contained dark force, slammed down.

Braydon smiled with his hands behind his back. He moved his feet lightly like a ghost and brushed past Dalton, entering the house in an instant.

Dalton missed his target at such a speed. His pupils constricted, and cold sweat trickled down his face.

He realized that this white-robed youth who had suddenly appeared was stronger than him!

Dalton was a seventh-level warlord!

A high-level warlord could not even touch the corner of Braydon’s clothes.

This was a young War God!

Harrison suddenly stood up and said softly, “So, it’s an honored guest. Please take a seat!”

“Can’t you tell who I am?”

Braydon chuckled lightly.

Harrison was shocked. After Braydon spoke, he immediately recognized that this was the person who had talked to him through Devin’s phone.

This youth in white was from the Neal family!

Instantly.

“Where is Devin?” Harrison asked darkly.

“He should be dead. The martial artists of the aristocratic families who are guilty must all die!”

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Braydon’s tone was calm, and there was a slight smile on his face.

“What did you say?” Harrison asked angrily. “I said, Devin Jarrell is dead!”

Braydon stood with his hands behind his back.

Any martial artist from the aristocratic families who fell into Braydon’s hands would not be able to escape death.

Frediano of the northern army died because of the aristocratic families..