Chapter 180 - 180 If You Don’t See Him, Don’t Sheathe Your Cold Swords!

180 If You Don’t See Him, Don’t Sheathe Your Cold Swords!

The iron-blooded killing order was issued again.

It was a personal order from King Braydon Neal, and there was no room for doubt.

No one could protect the person that King Braydon wanted to kill.

Not to mention these martial artists from Namar!

The hands of Namar’s martial artists were stained with the blood of the northern soldiers!

They were enemies!

If one wanted King Braydon to go soft on the enemy, then would the blood of the men of the northern territory not have been shed in vain?

For the heroic souls of our northern soldiers who died in battle, did the Namar martial artists ever pity them?

The men of the north also had parents, wives and children at home!

Moreover, after news was sent by the hidden agent in Namar, they lost contact with him.

Braydon would not be so naive to think that the hidden agent was still alive.

There was a high possibility that the hidden agent had already been exposed and captured by Namar.

How could the blood of the hidden agent be shed in vain!

Braydon coldly gave the order to kill. As the commander of the northern army, a thousand-year-old genius who controlled millions of elites in the northern territory, he pursued the concept of killing as protection.

Do you think Northern King Braydon was a soft-hearted person?

His body was seven feet tall, his bones were like iron, and his killing intent had never been restrained.

In the bright hall, the seventy-two faces were ashen.

One could not escape judgement of one’s own bad actions.

Since they wanted to die so badly, they should not blame King Braydon for being merciless.

“Your Highness, we can contact those thirty-six people…” Xion Ross said in a trembling voice.

Braydon Neal glanced at him and cut him short. “The governor of the capital garrison is Westley Hader, my younger brother. His is capable enough to capture the thirty-six martial artists of Namar in a day and kill them all!”

This sentence caused Xion to be in utter despair.

There was no need to issue the killing order from the Northern King a second time.

Tristan Yandell brandished his cold sword and attacked brazenly.

Seventy-two people, not a single one was left alive. All of them were killed.

Braydon walked out of the bright hall with tiger-like steps. His thin lips moved slightly, and his cold words resounded throughout the entire Preston City!

This was King Braydon roaring in Preston!

The anger of the Northern King was equivalent to telling the world. “In my name, Braydon Neal, inform Namar to send the north’s hidden agent back home. If he’s hurt in any way, I will slaughter the entire country!”

Braydon stood with his hands behind his back in the Neal family manor.

His voice rang out from the Neal family’s manor and reverberated through the entire city like muffled thunder.

At this moment, the dark division, the central Hansworth main team and other departments had all received the news.

In the next moment.

Braydon said coldly, “Pass down the Northern King’s order. All those who belong to the north must wear a white scarf on their sleeves and unsheathe their cold swords. They must stand in front of the gate and welcome the return of the north’s hidden agent. If they don’t see him, they must not return their cold swords to their sheaths!”

His thunderous voice resounded throughout the entire Preston city.

These words were meant for the world to hear.

It was for Namar to hear!

Ever since Braydon took control of the north, he had never mistreated any of his comrades.

He would never abandon a person!

In the north, whose life was the most bitter?

The north’s hidden agents had the most bitter life!

When Braydon was nine, Finley Yanagi often said that he rarely felt guilty!

The only thing he owed was the northern’s hidden agents!

Now that Braydon had grown up and had been in charge of the northern army since the age of seventeen, he also felt indebted to his own hidden agents.

However, even though he felt like he owed them, there were some things that he had to do.

King Braydon issued two orders in a row. This was the roar of a tiger!

The tiger roared in Preston, the ancient capital of a thousand years!

This was a declaration of the Northern King’s attitude.

He wanted to see the person alive or dead.

As long as the hidden agent did not return, the cold swords would not return to their sheaths.

At this moment, the Northern King’s order had reached the northern territory.

The ten ruthless men of the north, all wearing white scarves, stood outside the tiger gate.

Opposite the tiger gate was Namar!

The ten ruthless men stood there, waiting for their orders.

They knew their commander’s character. He had already made a name for himself in Preston. The matter of the hidden agents in the north would not be left unsettled.

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No matter who persuaded him, it was useless!

Namar was silent. They were both angry and in the wrong.

They did not expect that their small trick would be caught that day.

Unfortunately, Namar would never hand over the north’s hidden agent, nor would they admit that they had captured him.

The news of Namar sending 108 people was a top secret, and the hidden agent actually knew about it.

One could imagine how high the status of this hidden agent was in Namar!

Namar was pretending to be dead and did not respond.

As night fell.

Frodo Lance rushed into the Neal family manor and said, “Lord Northern King, there’s an urgent call from the capital.”

“I’ll take it!” Tristan Yandell saw Braydon standing with his hands behind his back, not saying a word.

He stepped forward to answer the call and frowned. “I’m Tristan Yandell. Who’s this?”

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An old voice came from the other end of the phone. It was the old garrison envoy of the capital.

The previous governor, a martial artist of the older generation, finally called to inquire.

“Tristan, is the Northern King there?” he asked slowly.

“Old Governor, if you have something to say, just say it!” Tristan said bluntly.

The old governor was silent for a moment. “I hope that the Northern King will reconsider the matter regarding the north’s hidden agent.”

“Old Governor, you should say this to the Northern King yourself!”

Tristan’s eyes flashed with anger.

The north had never compromised with the eight countries.

The northern army was defending the prestige of Hansworth!

Defending the ten great gates!

The matter of the north’s hidden agent was related to the north’s military prestige.

This was simply the biggest joke!

Braydon glanced at the phone and said indifferently, “If the north’s hidden agent is hurt in any way, I will slaughter the entire country of Namar. This is my final say in this matter.”

This sentence made the old governor fall silent.

He did not dare to use seniority to suppress others. Ever since the old commander of the north, Finley Yanagi, disappeared, no one in the northern region could suppress the young Northern King.

In other words, this Northern King was a tiger in the northern territory and had ten loyal legions of army.

Although he was young, he could not be bullied!

The old governor finally sighed. “We respect your decision. You are the Northern King, and so you rule the north. Your coronation is imminent, and the dignity of the Northern King cannot be damaged. We old bones are just worried that you will get hurt!”

Braydon listened quietly and hung up.

Tonight, no one could persuade him!

He wanted to welcome the north’s hidden agent back home. If Namar refused to hand him over, Braydon would cross the border and kill them.

Before dark, there was still no movement in Namar.

“I’m going to go pick up the hidden agent and bring him home!” Braydon said.

On this night, King Braydon’s move shocked Preston!

Braydon left Preston alone and crossed the border to Namar.

The Northern King had crossed the border, and Namar was shocked.

No one had expected that the current Northern King would cross the border and enter Namar alone for a small hidden agent under his command.

This was Braydon’s first time going abroad.

This time, Braydon had brought the Northern King sword with him.

That night, the entire world focused on Namar.

That thousand-year-old prodigy, King Braydon, was going to roar like a tiger in Namar tonight!

On this desolate land, Braydon stepped on the short grass and swept across the sky at a speed of over eighty meters per second!

This speed was so shocking that ordinary people could not even catch a glimpse of him with their naked eyes.

Eighty meters per second meant 48,000 meters in ten minutes!

One hour was 288,000 meters.

One hour was 288 kilometers!

King Braydon could cross the border in one hour.