Chapter 780 - 780 Six Sons Submit, All Hidden Agents!

Chapter 780 - 780 Six Sons Submit, All Hidden Agents!

That was how Braydon Neal did things.

Once he started killing, no one in the world could stop him.

Braydon placed his right hand behind his back and slowly pulled out his silver spear with his left hand. He ignored Lavell’s corpse and pointed his spear at Forrest Gray, Ferran Kirby, and the others.

“Submit or die?”

He let the five of them choose for themselves.

This was the last chance for Forrest and the others to survive.

The five of them had no right to negotiate!

If they surrendered to the Northern Army unconditionally, they would be able to survive.

Otherwise, this day next year would be their death anniversary.

The five of them looked at each other. In the face of life and death, it was the most testing of human nature.

Forrest and the others were all geniuses with lofty pride. They still had a long road ahead of them.

They did not want to die here before they reached the peak of martial arts.

If they compromised today, they could live.

Forrest was the first to do so. He cupped his fists and knelt on one knee. He lowered his head and said hoarsely, “Pinnacle Forrest Gray greets the commander!”

“Pinnacle Ferran Kirby greets the commander!”

The second person also submitted.

“Pinnacle Kaia Zajac greets the commander!” A neutral voice shouted.

Kaia, the last of the seven children of the powerful families, cupped her fists and knelt on one knee. Her face was pale and bloodless.

The Soul-Shaking Spear in Braydon’s left hand was only three inches away from her forehead!

If Kaia was half a second slower, blood would have stained the sky.

Lavell, one of the seven seed geniuses of the powerful families, was killed on the spot by Braydon.

The other six people all submitted to the Northern Army.

The seven powerful families behind them would never have thought that the prodigies they had nurtured with all their resources would end up as someone else’s puppet.

Ever since Braydon was born, he had been suppressing the powerful families.

The six pinnacle martial artists all knelt on one knee.

Braydon stabbed the Soul-Shaking Spear into the ground.

Bang!

The spear pierced into the ground and stood straight.

Wylder Flitwick and the others’ eyelids twitched.

Braydon clasped his hands behind his back and said calmly, “Stand up and speak. There is no kneeling in the Northern Army!”

“May I know what arrangements the commander has for us?”

Salvadore stared at Braydon, his heart filled with worry.