Chapter 657 - 657: I Rode the Waves!

Chapter 657 - 657: I Rode the Waves!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

However, these people were not in the mood to work. Their hearts were filled with fear. No matter what they did, they would frequently make mistakes.

Yoshino Edogawa, who was overseeing Junko Island, had already received a secret order from the new king, Hanzo Takaeda.

The contents of the secret order were extremely simple.

That was to stay put and not provoke Braydon Neal, allowing him to enter and leave Junko Island.

The other meaning of this secret order was that when Braydon descended upon Junko Island, they should allow him to do whatever he wanted.

The troops stationed on Junko Island were not to make any move against him.

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Braydon had descended upon the Junko Island. Would Banko dare to send out martial artists to stop him?

Naturally, Hanzo did not dare to!

If the two sides were to meet again, it would be the second battle of Ludwig.

At that time, the seven elites of Hansworth would be mobilized to attack Banko.

How could Hanzo block the invincible blade of the Northern Army?

Wherever the cold sword pointed, it was invincible!

The Northern Army was an undefeated legend.

This was something that all the countries outside the borders were familiar with.

Furthermore, the young Northern King had immense power in Hansworth.

Although he was a young man in plain clothes, his prestige had reached an unprecedented peak.

All the generals of the army obeyed his orders.

It was a symbol of power.

Braydon rode the waves and arrived at the northern part of Junko Island.

No one dared to stop him.

The surroundings were empty. There was not even a shadow of a person.

Braydon put his hands behind his back and smiled. He calmly landed on the island and headed to Nishino.

Nishino was a famous big city in Banko. Its prosperity was not inferior to the first-tier cities in the country.

The city alone had a permanent population of 15 million.

The high concentration of population made the city full of vitality.

Braydon put his hands behind his back, his clothes as white as snow, spotless. He entered the city that was filled with a modern atmosphere.

The straight asphalt road was paved with asphalt as the main material. Under the scorching sun, the heat wave hit one’s face. In front of the traffic lights, private cars were waiting on the spot, and from time to time, someone would honk to urge them on.

Braydon was walking on the street when he noticed someone following him.

It was a king!

Braydon smiled faintly as a piece of white paper appeared between his fingers.

He was so old, yet he still called Kinsley grandfather.

Kinsley was probably at least 150 years old.

Unfortunately, he had already been beheaded by Braydon.

The man with the square face got out of the car and said seriously, “My name is Casey Durham. From your accent, you’re from Hansworth, right?”

Braydon smiled like a spring breeze and nodded lightly.

Casey brough Braydon into the manor, and no one dared to stop them. Casey frowned and asked, “The situation between Banko and Hansworth is tense. Both sides have already closed the borders. How did you get here?”

“From the southern sea.”

Braydon answered.

“You came here on a yacht?” asked Casey in surprised.

“No, I rode the waves and crossed three hundred miles of the sea to reach Junko Island.”

Braydon smiled at him like a little brother next door.

Casey almost suffocated and said in shock, “Traversing the waves and crossing the sea alone for three hundred miles? You’re a martial artist. How did you pass through the Western Army’s defense line?”

“The general of the Western Army is my younger brother.”

Braydon’s handsome face was sweet when he smiled. There were also shallow dimples, which made it easy for people to let down their guard.

Casey:

To be honest, Casey was stunned!

What kind of freak was this white-robed youth in front of him?

The leader of the Western Army, who was in charge of 300,000 elites in Hansworth, was actually his younger brother.

Then, who was this guy?

Casey was a little stunned and said in disbelief, “Who exactly are you? What news did Grandfather Kinsley ask you to bring?

“You have a lot of questions. Let’s talk as we walk!”

Braydon rarely had the leisure to chat with outsiders like this. He said, “My surname is Braydon Neal. People like to add the word ‘King’ before my name.”

As soon as he finished speaking.

Casey screamed in horror, “King Braydon Neal?!”

“As for the news I brought... It’s to kill your whole family!”

Braydon clasped his hands behind his back as if he was taking a stroll in the courtyard. He said softly, “Kinsley Durham is dead. I personally beheaded him.”

Casey was extremely shocked and furious as he retreated.

“What do you want?” he asked in a low voice.

“Didn’t I say it just now? I want to kill your whole family!”

Braydon was walking in the Durham Manor with his hands behind his back.

Casey was shocked. He turned around and shouted hoarsely, “Enemy attack! A martial artist is attacking!”

The loud roar shook the entire Durham Manor..