Chapter 317: I’m Braydon Neal, I Will Kill You Today


    Trantor: EndlessFantasy Trantion Editor: EndlessFantasy Trantion


    His cold and heartless words made everyone in the Preston main team feel a chill in their hearts.


    Their brothers had died under the cold sword.


    Robert Flitwick still had a fake smile on his face. He stood quietly at the side as if he was watching a joke.


    Micah Lane pressed the sword in his hand against Belden Frost’s face and asked indifferently, “He has been executed for offending his superiors. If you kneel down, I will spare your life!”


    “I’m not going to kneel down to the dog of an aristocratic family!”


    Belden’s eyes were red. He would not kneel even if he died!


    At this moment, the Preston main team showed what it meant to be brave.


    A man of seven feet would not give up his dignity even in death.


    At this moment.


    Sebastian Wood, who had rushed over in a hurry, saw Luca lying in a pool of blood and shouted angrily, “Luca!”


    “Micah Lane, you’re so bold!”


    Sammy Dudley had already arrived and witnessed this scene from afar.


    There was almost no hesitation.


    Sammy’s speed increased drastically, and his legs exploded with strength. He leaped over ten meters and instantly pulled out the three-foot-long cold sword at his waist.


    The cold ck sword was like a waterfall as it cut across the sky and descended!


    The sword light released killing intent.


    Micah was shocked. He turned around and swung his de to meet the attack.


    Bang!


    With just one sh.


    Micah flew backward.


    “Ninth-level War God?” he asked angrily, coughing up blood. “Who are you?”


    “Sammy Dudley of the northern army is here to kill you!”


    Sammy held the sword in his left hand, filled with killing intent.


    “People from the northern army?” Micah was terrified. “No, no, you can’t kill me. I’m the deputymander of the Central ins main team, Micah Lane.


    We’rerades…”


    “Shut up. Today, I will kill you!”


    Sammy was truly enraged.


    Those who held the sword of the northern army could not point their swords at theirrades, much less stain their sword with theirrades’ blood!


    But Micah had killed Luca with his cold sword.


    What kind ofrade was this!


    This kind of person deserved to be killed!


    Sammy’s speed increased dramatically as he unleashed his second sh.


    The sword technique he used was the northern army sword technique.


    The northern army sword technique was created by Braydon. When he used it together with his strength, it was fierce and overbearing. One sh was better than the other. If the enemy was not killed, he would not retract his sword.


    The second shnded, and Micah was so terrified that he felt like his skin was about to split apart. The web between his thumb and forefinger cracked, and the sword in his hand shattered.


    In the next moment.


    Sammy’s third sh came brazenly.


    Micah’s pupils dted as he looked at the ck sword that was approaching from afar.


    “No!” he roared.


    Swoosh!


    The de not only cut across his neck, but also beheaded him.


    Three shes beheading a War God!


    This was Sammy’s strength.


    Old Man Zito and Ernest Lanford walked together and silently appeared on the scene to check the wound on Luca’s neck.


    The sword had cut through his meridians.


    The wound was bleeding very quickly, making Luca’s breath extremely weak, and he was on the verge of death.


    Old Man Zito quickly attacked. Thirteen streams of force shot out from his fingers andnded on the thirteen major acupoints on Luca’s body, sealing his meridians and reducing the flow of Luca’s blood to the lowest point. He was forced into a state of suspended animation.


    “Transfuse blood immediately and suture his wound. He can still be saved!” Old Man Zito said calmly.


    “You have to save him. Young Master has met Luca several times and has a good impression of him. If Luca dies and Young Master gets angry, yourmander, Zayn Ziegler, will be punished. Don’t let Young Master know!”


    Ernest instructed Steve Xavier in a low voice.


    This old man was quite shrewd!


    Little did he know.


    Outside the Preston main team base, on a towering tree, a young man in white stood quietly with his hands behind his back. He stood on the leaves, allowing the wind to blow, but he did not move at all.


    He was here.


    “Elder Lanford, Young Master Neal has arrived!” Steve said bitterly.


    “What?”


    Ernest’s entire body trembled, and his eyes darted back and forth.


    Braydon stepped on a flying leaf andnded on the field. He ignored Old Man Zito and the others and looked at Robert.


    “Are you from the Flitwick family?” Braydon’s thin lips moved slightly.


    Robert was a little shocked. He did not think that a small city like Preston would have so many experts.


    Even the northern army’s ninth-level War God had been rmed.


    He had even killed Micah with three shes.


    He could not help but say in a trembling voice, “I’m Robert Flitwick from the Flitwick family. I wonder…”


    “Kill him!”


    Braydon was not interested in what he had to say.


    He only needed to confirm that it was a martial artist from an aristocratic family.


    Sammy turned around. His blood-stained sword had not been sheathed yet! “Who are you?” Robert retreated in fear and shouted, “Why do you want to kill


    “I’m Braydon Neal. Why can’t I kill you today?”


    Braydon nced over coldly, his thin lips moving slightly.


    His words were like a thunderp, shaking Robert’s mind. Blood flowed out of his mouth and nose as if he had been severely injured.


    His mind went nk, and he was stunned.


    There was only one thought left in his mind.


    He was the Northern King, Braydon Neal!


    How was this possible?


    Robert came back to his senses and said in a trembling voice, “This is impossible! Why would the Northern King be here!”


    Sammy took a step forward and shed with the cold sword in his left hand.


    The de sliced across Robert’s neck, killing him on the spot.


    A ninth-level warlord had no power to resist in front of Sammy, who was already a marquis.


    Someone from an aristocratic family dared toe to the Preston main team to ask for someone.


    Who gave them the courage!


    The Preston main team belonged to the Central ins main team and belonged to the governor office.


    Their responsibility was to control the martial artists in the world and deal with unnatural matters. It was not a ce where the martial artists of aristocratic families could intrude.


    Braydon stood with his hands behind his back and said softly, “Give my order: get Zayn Ziegler here!”


    “Yes, sir!”


    Sammy immediately contacted the Central ins main team and asked themander, Zayn Ziegler, toe over personally.


    Braydon also ordered that all information within the Preston main team be sealed.


    This matter was obviously not over!


    The deputymander of the Central ins team had actually be a pawn of an aristocratic family.


    If word got out, it would be a disgrace to the entire governor office.


    Braydon wanted to see how far the aristocratic families could reach.


    The news of Micah Lane and Robert Flitwick’s deaths was not leaked at all.


    The outside world had no idea.


    Zayn took a helicopter from the provincial capital andnded at the Preston main team’s base.


    As soon as he got off the ne, he saw two corpses on the ground covered by white cloth. Braydon stood with his hands behind his back, surrounded by familiar people.


    Zayn stepped forward and cupped his hands.” Northern King! ”


    “Do you know who these two corpses are?” Braydon turned around, his gaze deep.


    Zayn was slightly stunned. “I don’t!”


    “Remove the white cloth and let Commander Ziegler take a good look!” Braydon said.


    As the white cloth was removed, Micah and Robert’s corpses were exposed.


    “Micah… Robert Flitwick, the second master of the Flitwick family, they…” Zayn was shocked.


    “They came to the Preston main team to take away the martial artist that Young Master Neal ordered to be imprisoned. I heard from Micah that it was the Flitwick family who asked for him to be taken away.”


    Steve exined.


    Zayn was shocked and furious. Asmander, he knew that people like them could not have any contact with the martial artists of the aristocratic families.


    This was a red line that could not be crossed!


    If the deputymander of the Central ins team colluded with the martial artists of the aristocratic families…


    To put it nicely, this was called a strong alliance. In other words, they would conquer the world.


    They would be the true overlord of thend.


    They would have the final say in everything.


    To put it bluntly, it was colluding with evil!


    Them colluding was like an opened Pandora’s box. Who could imagine what kind of evil they would do?


    Who would dare to control the hedonistic descendants of the Flitwick family then?