Chapter 143 - 143 Suppressing the Whole Scene with a Raise of the Hand

143 Suppressing the Whole Scene with a Raise of the Hand

“What? Tristan Yandell, one of the capital’s three great governors!”

Most of the martial artists who had escaped death found it hard to believe it.

Such an important figure had actually come to deal with them personally.

However, the skinny martial artist’s eyes were filled with disbelief. He even questioned, “You’re following the Northern King’s order? Impossible! The Northern King is far away in the northern territory. How could he give you a killing order?”

Just as he had finished speaking.

“Look at the top of the mountain! Who is he?!”

Tristan glanced at this group of reckless people.

The skinny martial artist raised his head and looked at the top of the mountain. There was a young man in white standing there. They might not recognize the young man, but they recognized the Qilin symbol on the northern flag!

Only the commander of the northern army could wear the gold gilded Qilin robe.

Only one person in the world could wear it, and it must be the Northern King.

The appearance of this great figure at the Preston mountains made all the martial artists despair.

With King Braydon here personally, none of them could escape.

Tristan held the sword in his hand and was about to kill these people when a black wind gushed out from inside the tomb passage, and he retreated on the spot.

A black monster with a pair of shriveled eyes rushed out from inside, grabbed a martial artist, and bit him.

As expected, this must be the monster that had injured Steve Xavier.

“What?” Tristan frowned. “This kind of place has really raised such a thing.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Braydon landed on the ground from the top of the mountain. He was so fast that he reached the ground in the blink of an eye.

Tristan took a step back and stood beside Braydon.

“Give me the sword!”

Braydon’s left hand moved slightly, and Tristan presented his sword with both hands.

When Braydon’s sword landed on the black human-shaped thing, a series of sparks appeared.

A corpse with copper skin and iron bones!

This scene caused the pupils of Luca and the others to constrict.

This was much stronger than the corpses they had dealt with in the past.

This thing must have been a martial artist when it was alive.

Then, the coffin was buried here, in a place with extremely heavy yin energy. After hundreds of years, it finally became the cause of disaster.

The black human-shaped thing dropped what it was biting and pounced on Braydon.

The surrounding martial artists were so scared that they quickly dodged. They had all seen how terrifying this thing was. Even a warrior-level warrior might not be able to do anything to it.

After all, this thing had great strength and could resist the explosive power of a warrior-level light force.

Braydon flicked his fingers and smiled. His fingers landed on the chest of the black figure.

Bang!

A terrifying power burst out from his fingers.

The black furry monster was sent flying and smashed into the mountain wall, creating a muffled sound of a giant hammer.

“He’s strong. If we let him gnaw on a few more people, even War Gods would have a headache.”

Braydon then returned the sword.

Tristan took it with both hands. “This thing’s strength when it was alive should have been at the War God level, right?”

“He was probably a marquis!”

Braydon stood with his hands behind his back, as if he was playing with a little pet.

The skinny man and the other martial artists were all in awe. It was hard to imagine that the owner of the tomb had been a marquis.

In the next moment, the black monster roared and charged forward.

Braydon raised his left hand and struck it on the chest.

This palm strike held nothing back.

Boom!

With one palm, the black monster’s entire body was torn into pieces. A foul smell spread out, and there seemed to be worms wriggling in its body. It could not be more dead.

This scene shocked Luca and the others.

The evil that even a War God would have a headache over had been killed by Braydon with one palm.

He had no power to resist at all!

The remaining 100 martial artists wanted to take the opportunity to escape, scattering in different directions.

“They’re all running away!” Joseph Thomas muttered.

Braydon glanced from the corner of his eyes. He slightly raised his left foot and suddenly put it down.

Bang!

Dust rose from the ground, and dozens of stones were thrown up. Braydon swung his Qilin cloak to sweep these stones away.

The sound of the stones breaking through the air was like a bullet being shot.

Swish…

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Every stone that landed on a martial artist’s body instantly pierced through his body. The stone was covered in blood and nailed onto the trunk.

Almost all the martial artists felt a sharp pain on their backs. They looked down at their chests and saw blood flowing out of the wound.

The martial artists died one after another.

Braydon’s deep eyes did not waver, as if he had just done something insignificant.

Hundreds of martial artists were killed in the blink of an eye.

This was the strength of a king!

More than 300 martial artists were all killed by Braydon and Westley.

Joseph was dumbfounded by the scene and did not come back to his senses for a long time.

Braydon walked through the door of the tomb and passed through a dark passage. The walls were inlaid with spiritual stones, but they had become useless stones after their spiritual Qi had been exhausted.

It could be seen how wealthy the tomb owner was when he was alive.

At the same time, it was not hard to guess that the cultivation environment in ancient times was definitely better than that of modern times. Otherwise, where did so many spiritual stones come from?

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At the end of the passage was a huge stone chamber.

The entire belly of the hill had been dug out. With something so humungous, at least a thousand people would have been needed to build the mausoleum in ancient times.

“A king isn’t worthy of a tomb of this scale, but it’s more than enough for a noble!” Tristan said.

“That’s right. He’s indeed a king between the year 960 and 1127. He was a king when he was alive, and he was born during the rebellion between the two different empires then. In the end, he died on the battlefield!”

Westley was standing in front of a stone tablet.

The stele recorded the life of the tomb owner.

The tomb owner’s surname was Zabka, and he was a descendant of the royal family during that time.

Braydon looked at the living room. Although it was covered in cobwebs and dust, it was filled with beautiful jade and other things.

Every single one of them was worth a city!

“Brother, do you like these antiques?” Westley turned around and smiled. “I’ll get someone to bring them back to the Neal family.”

“The yin energy is too heavy for a dead person’s burial.”

Braydon smiled, obviously uninterested in these things.

Westley chuckled. “That’s right. You’re a grandmaster-level sculptor. Your craftsmanship is much more exquisite than these artifacts.”

“Not really. That Guanyin jade vase should be the work of a grandmaster.”

Braydon glanced at the stone table in the distance. There were several items on it.

Tristan went over and played with a brush, saying casually, “This tomb owner was quite rich when he was alive. Look at all this porcelain. They are the Ru kiln, Guan kiln, Ge kiln, Jun kiln and Ding kiln; the five great kilns. They’re all here!”

Westley chuckled. “The owner of the tomb was a king when he was alive. He was also a member of the royal family of Zabka. He also commanded three armies and fought against another empire. His contributions were unparalleled. It’s not surprising that he received such a reward.”

The three of them were talking about the tomb findings.

Stefan Thomas and Joseph’s eyes were wide open when they came in.

One had to know that many people in the outside world were saying that no matter how rich you were, you could not match a piece of the Jun kiln.

Such a rare treasure could actually be found everywhere in this tomb.

Tristan casually played with it like he did not care at all.

“Brother Braydon, what are you looking at?” Joseph ran over.

Westley looked at Joseph, apparently surprised that Braydon would bring him along.

Not everyone was qualified to follow King Braydon.

Braydon was looking at the frescoes on the stone walls, which described the life of the tomb owner.

Two of the murals caught his attention.