Chapter 1232: The King’s Might Cannot Be Provoked

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Chapter 1232: The King’s Might Cannot Be Provoked

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The martial arts banished immortal expressed his discontent, which was understandable.

Braydon Neal had employed a forbidden art to eliminate a formidable adversary, yet it nearly resulted in the demise of the banished immortal.

As his consciousness awakened, his dissatisfaction was voiced.

“I can’t use you for a year.” Braydon recognized the need to nurture the damaged martial arts banished immortal, a process requiring at least a year.

Once matters were concluded, Sorrell Neal, the young man in vibrant attire, rode forth, leading the black-armored cavalry in an apparent move to welcome his brother.

With tens of thousands of hooves pounding the ground, Sorrell, commanding his cavalry, signaled for silence.

Approaching Braydon, he greeted, “Brother!”

Meanwhile, Braydon, having recalled the martial arts banished immortal and initiated its healing within his body, softly instructed, “Have someone take over Jaa’ku city. From now on, this city belongs to Hansworth. All the resources in the city will be transported to the capital.”

Surprised, Sorrell hadn’t anticipated taking control of Jaa’ku city.



However, Braydon was already expanding his territory.

In the complex dynamics of the 14th ruin, where Finley Yanagi was potentially collaborating with the aborigines and the Oracle Palace, war was not an immediate option.

The 16th ruin, on the other hand, presented a different scenario.

Braydon entered the city gate, finding chaos on the main street as indigenous martial artists hid, gripped by fear.

Sorrell, leading 10,000 black-armored cavalrymen, followed him.

Emotions welled up in Sorrell as he reflected on the prolonged conflict between the 16th ancient city and Jaa’ku city, characterized by casualties and unexpected turns.

Braydon’s arrival brought an unforeseen end to the strife.

Proceeding deep into Jaa’ku city, Braydon reached the base of a massive willow tree and declared impassively, “Sorrell, seal off Chaka Hlongwane’s City Lord Mansion. Seal all the books and materials. Within a day, completely take over this city!

“All nobles and merchants in the city must obey my orders.

“Defying orders means death! Rebelling against the superiors means extermination!”

Under the tree, hands behind his back, Braydon issued cold directives.

In an instant, Koa Short rushed over, conveying urgent news, “Eldest Young Master, there’s a riot at the east gate of Jaa’ku city. Pinnacle martial artists have gathered, attacking the city gate and attempting to break free.”



The Northern King’s killing order was uncompromising, especially for Hansworth martial artists; disobedience was not an option.



Over the past two years, Frediano Jadanza and Westley Hader had been suppressing dissidents in the capital.

Given their control over the world, dissidents had no chance of survival.

The Northern Army naturally displayed dominance, with half their lives dedicated to serving the country, aspiring for Hansworth’s supremacy on the global stage.

In an instant, Sorrell sensed his brother’s innate strength, recognizing him as a natural leader.

He was not someone to be provoked.

“Kill them!” Sorrell uttered in a hushed voice.

“Yes, sir!” The 10,000 black-armored cavalry stormed into the battlefield, charging through the passage in and out of the city gate.

Hooves trampled over corpses, swords swept through the air, and the ground was strewn with bodies as blood flowed freely.

Countless nobles screamed in misery.

“Kill them all!” Braydon, hands behind his back, observed the chaos with a cold gaze.

He reiterated, “Kill their whole family.”

The chilling command signaled that the killing would not cease, sparing none of the relatives of these nobles.

“Brother,” Sorrell inquired, “will this encounter resistance from the indigenous martial artists?”



“These nobles control all the resources in Jaa’ku city. These things must be confiscated. I’m afraid you don’t know how much the outside world lacks spirit herbs and other cultivation resources,” Braydon remarked casually.

“These old nobles will find it hard to submit. Kill them all and prepare for the Northern Army to occupy this city. Eventually, we’ll produce a new batch of nobles. I want a group of obedient dogs, not these old nobles with hidden agendas.”

The aboriginal old nobles, being nobles themselves, would not genuinely submit even if spared by Braydon.

It made more sense to create a new set of nobles from ordinary aborigines.

By granting them wealth and glory, they would rise to the top, ensuring their sincere submission to Braydon’s authority.

Who wouldn’t desire wealth and glory?

The aborigine martial artists were no exception.

This was how Martial Emperor Yanagi had taught Braydon to control people from a young age.

The imperial path was a far more terrifying approach than ordinary people could fathom.