Chapter 861 - 861: All Martial Artists are Subjects of the King!

Chapter 861 - 861: All Martial Artists are Subjects of the King!

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As soon as he finished speaking.

It was too late!



Braydon Neal had said that if the three of them could hold on for ten seconds, he would give them a way out.

In reality, they couldn’t even last three seconds!

When pinnacle martial artists fought, they could throw dozens of punches in just one second.

Hume Harmon’s expression changed drastically when he realized that Braydon was already in front of him. Braydon’s palm landed on his chest with a cold and emotionless expression.

The terrifying power caused Hume’s eyes to pop out, and he spat out blood. His entire body bent like a big shrimp, and his sternum collapsed as if he had been hit by a high-speed train.

With just one palm, Hume fainted!

A palm strike had injured his heart meridian!

Braydon didn’t want to kill him. He said faintly, “In the end, I still cherish your talent. So what if you don’t join the Northern Army? I am the Garrison King of the country, and I am the sole ruler of this land.

“In the past, my senior, Donovan Dudley, once said that the world’s pinnacles are all slaves!

“Let me tell you now, all the martial artists in the world are the subjects of the king!”

Braydon’s words were extremely overbearing.



There were only two people left in the battle of four.

Braydon and Luverne Jansky!

Luverne was already close, revealing the nine-petal Fiery Lotus Mark on the back of his hand.

The Jansky family!

The six-petal Fiery Lotus Mark indicated a direct line.

Braydon turned around and threw out a palm strike. Luverne threw out a fist to meet it, and the force exploded to 120,000 pounds.New novel chapters are published on novel(b)in(.)com

This was the strength that a 1200 Na vitality pinnacle should have!

Both sides clashed with each other!

Luverne’s face was pale. He took three steps back, and the corner of his mouth was bleeding. He had been injured by the palm force.

Braydon’s second palm landed.

Luverne took the blow again and spat out a mouthful of blood. He staggered back more than ten steps and was injured again.



Braydon’s expression was calm as he struck out with his palm again.

Luverne took three palms from Braydon!

The Daoist disciple took the third palm strike head-on, and his Daoist robe exploded. He flew backward and fell to the foot of Mount Woolas. It was unknown whether he was dead or alive!

Braydon didn’t hurry to kill him.

He had defeated Luverne with three palm strikes but had not killed him with one palm strike.

On the contrary.

Braydon gave him a chance to live.

Luverne was still a member of the Jansky family.

Tobey’s expression was grave as he bowed and said, “Royal Guard Tobey Lapras greets His Highness!” “Greetings, Commander!”

Swoosh!

The 200,000 royal guards knelt on one knee.

These eight words represented that all the soldiers of the royal guards only had one leader in their hearts.

That person was Braydon!

Many of the soldiers of the royal guards had retired from the northern territory and were incorporated into the royal guards.

They were all martial artists!

Once a person entered the northern territory, he would be a son of the Northern Army forever.

Throughout the changes of the country and the vicissitudes of life, the conviction in his heart would never be extinguished. He would always be a member of the Northern Army.

He looked at the old chariot and called out softly, “Teacher!”

“Since the Northern King Sword was reactivated last night, why are there still people alive on Mount Woolas?”

Martial Emperor Yanagi’s imposing voice came from the car.

Cain and the others all bowed, their faces pale.

In the eyes of these people, perhaps they respected the Martial Emperor more.

The capital had long known that Braydon was going to reactivate the Northern

King Sword. With the death of the capital’s Confucian Master Jasiah Kramer, Braydon could use this as an excuse to kill all the martial artists of the aristocratic families on Mount Woolas.

“Teacher,” Braydon explained softly, “they have already joined the Northern Army as generals last night. They are now part of the military. The news has not been announced yet.”

“Hmm?”

Martial Emperor Yanagi walked down from the emperor’s carriage and looked at Braydon who was standing outside. There was no expression on his stern face, but there was a sense of relief in the depths of his eyes.

Perhaps only a few people could understand this gratification.

Martial Emperor Yanagi treated Braydon as his own and regarded him as the most outstanding student in his life. He spent all his effort to cultivate him and teach him the way of an emperor.

From the looks of it, Braydon had completely inherited the Martial Emperor’s legacy.

Martial Emperor Yanagi had once taught Braydon that if he was the ruler of the mortal world, he should kill with his left hand and be gentle with his right! All the geniuses in the country should be used to his benefit.

If they could not be used for his own benefit, then kill them without mercy! When Braydon was nine years old, Martial Emperor Yanagi had taught him

that.

This was what the son of the martial arts fate should learn.

Martial Emperor Yanagi nodded in gratification and said sternly, “Since they’ve already become generals in the Northern Army, you can draw up a list of your subordinates and submit it to the cabinet. You can decide whether to make them marquises or generals.”

With a single sentence, what was happening on Mount Woolas was brought to an end.

Cain and the others were going to the capital to be conferred titles!

Although they were conferred titles, they were actually under the command of the military.

In the next moment.

Martial Emperor Yanagi brought Braydon to board the carriage.

Kieran Normand and Zavier Leach were shocked. They wanted to remind the Martial Emperor that outsiders were not allowed to enter the nine-horse carriage..