181 Tonight, I’m Here to Bring the North’s Hidden Agent Home!
In Namar, King Braydon Neal, who was wearing a Qilin official robe and holding the Northern King sword, descended upon the Green Ridge Wilderness in the long night.
The arrival of the Northern King shocked the entire martial arts world of Namar!
This thousand-year-old genius would definitely start a massacre now that he had descended upon a foreign country.
What had angered him?
He had actually personally descended upon Namar!
The eight countries outside the borders were allies. On the night that the Northern King descended upon Namar, the seven countries outside the borders reacted.
Everyone understood that in the entire world, the only ones who could stop King Braydon were kings.
In this desolate land, the moon and the wind were high.
It was like a night of murder!
An old man in his twilight years with a skinny body and was already a little hunched came from the south and let out a long sigh.
“Fletcher Ross of Namar welcomes the arrival of His Highness, the Northern King of Hansworth, in the Green Ridge Wilderness!” The old man Fletcher Ross was an old king who had stepped into the upper three ranks.
Seventh-level king, Fletcher Ross!
Braydon stood with his hands behind his back, stepping on the wild grass as he stood in mid-air. His cold eyes and the majesty of the Qilin filled the Green Ridge Wilderness.
“Your Highness, the Northern King,” Fletcher said. “We’ve been at peace for years. Why would we fight again tonight?”
“I’ve given you a chance. If you don’t hand over the north’s hidden agent, I will slaughter the 8,000 miles of your nation tonight!”
Braydon’s thin lips moved slightly, his voice was like heavenly music, grand and oppressive.
Fletcher sighed again. “Is it worth it for a hidden agent?”
Of course, it was worth it!
Who had the most bitter life in the north?
The hidden agents of the north had the most bitter life!
They would go to a foreign country, and there was no one they could confide in. They had to be on guard everywhere, and there were enemies everywhere!
Outsiders would never understand the pain and suffering.
Tonight, Braydon was going to bring him back home.
The capital could not stop Braydon.
The older generation did not dare to stop this young Northern King.
Because behind Braydon was the entire northern territory!
There were millions of loyal soldiers in the northern region. They only needed the Northern King to give the order and they would be willing to die.
Moreover, when the Northern King did things, outsiders were not allowed to interfere.
Whoever dared to damage the prestige of the Northern King would be killed on the spot by the cold sword.
Tonight, it was the same.
Braydon crossed the border alone and entered Namar to welcome him back.
No one dared to stop him!
Braydon had previously killed two groups of envoys from Namar at the Neal family manor in Preston. No one dared to say anything.
This was the prestige of the Northern King of the northern territory.
Who dared to say that King Braydon was wrong?
At this moment, Fletcher already knew the answer. He sighed, “Today, this old man is on guard here. It’s my duty to stop the enemy!”
“You alone can’t stop me!”
Braydon’s steps were like a tiger’s, and his terrifying killing intent swept across the earth like a dragon’s roar.
He charged forward brazenly!
A seventh-level king was viewed as a high and mighty figure by the lower-level martial artists.
But today, Braydon had crossed the border.
There would definitely be king-level blood splattering across the sky.
And it would not just be one king who would die.
At this moment, Braydon”s fair left hand gently rested on the Northern King sword at his waist.
Swoosh!
The shocking Northern King sword had been unsheathed.
The black sword light swept across the ground for a hundred meters, and weeds flew everywhere.
Braydon had his right hand behind his back and his left hand holding a knife.
In the dark night, a bolt of lightning lit up the Green Ridge Wilderness.
It was the rainy season.
As the lightning tore through the night, they could clearly see Braydon holding his blade and fighting against the seventh-level king level Fletcher Ross.
A single slash of the sword came down brazenly.
Fletcher’s old face flashed with shock. Only by personally becoming Braydon’s enemy would one know how terrifying he was!
Fletcher held a pitch-black short stick and instantly blocked the attack.
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The pitch-black Northern King sword descended swiftly from above.
With a slash, the Northern King sword returned to its sheath. Braydon had his hands behind his back as he brushed past Fletcher.
A bloody wound appeared between Fletcher’s brows. The short stick in his hand was broken, and he fell to the ground, dead.
From the beginning to the end, Braydon only needed one slash to kill him!
A seventh-level king could not stop the furious Northern King.
The Green Ridge Wilderness fell silent once again.
The rain quietly moistened everything on the earth.
However, it could not extinguish the killing intent in Braydon’s heart!
Braydon’s rules were to only drink in the snow and have a good time in the summit of Mount Bliz.
In the rainy night, he held the Northern King sword and killed all the enemies in the world!
This was Braydon, the living legend of the northern territory.
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Braydon crossed the Green Ridge Wilderness for nine hundred miles and entered the hinterland of Namar, intending to head to the country’s capital.
There were countless elites in Namar, and there was no lack of people who dared to stop and kill Braydon.
In one night, including Fletcher Ross, a total of six kings appeared to stop Braydon.
The Northern King traveled 3,000 miles to the east and killed all of them with the Northern King sword.
The six kings had all fallen under the Northern King’s blade.
On this night, Braydon’s killing intent shook the heavens. His thin body emitted a battle prowess that shocked the world.
Six kings fell one after another.
No one could stop the current King Braydon.
At four in the morning, Braydon was as quiet as a ghost in the rainy night. He was less than a hundred miles away from the capital of Namar, Linar!
The population of Linar was over ten million, and ordinary people were awakened from their deep sleep.
The people were wearing pajamas and looking at the sky outside the window. Fighter jets turned on their bright lights, and the beams could reach thousands of meters, illuminating the entire capital.
At this moment, nearly 1,000 helicopters and fighter jets were patrolling at low altitudes in Linar.
Linar’s 100,000 imperial guards were urgently mobilized to the east of the city.
Such vigilance was only for one person!
That person was the white-robed young man who was walking in the rainy night. He wore a scalding golden Qilin robe and was a mighty figure who intimidated the eight countries outside the border!
Braydon’s steps were like a tiger’s as he neared this place.
In this part of the sky, hundreds of fighter jets were shining brightly, illuminating the road ahead of Braydon.
Finally, three miles away from Linar.
Linar’s 100,000 imperial guards were all dressed in military attire and gathered here.
The commander of the imperial army, Taraz Ross, was a bold man who was eight feet tall. He had a curly beard and was only thirty years old, but he was an eighth-level king!
He was the most famous prodigy of Namar!
At such a young age, he already controlled the 100,000 soldiers of Linar. As the commander of the imperial army, his status was equivalent to that of Westley Hader.
He had dealt with Braydon many times in the past.
Taraz held a spear in his hand. As the commander of the imperial army, he was not equipped with a pistol or a sword.
He was a martial artist and only used cold weapons.
“Northern King, you have crossed the line!” Taraz’s voice was like a great bell.
Crack!
A bolt of lightning struck, and heavy rain poured down.
Braydon held the Northern King sword in his left hand, and his thin lips moved slightly. “Tonight, I’m here to bring the north’s hidden agent home!
“Those who obstruct me must die!”
Braydon faced the 100,000 soldiers of the imperial army, his calmness terrifying.
A single person roared through the enemy country’s 100,000 imperial army soldiers.
The Northern King was still the Northern King after all. He had never been afraid of anything in his life!
Taraz held his spear in his hand, and his aura was faintly gathering. He was no stranger to the young man in white in front of him.
He had once traveled to the northern territory and fought with this northern territory genius.
Seven defeats in seven battles!
But now, Taraz had no choice and could not retreat.
Behind him was Linar, the capital of Namar.
The 100,000 imperial army soldiers could not retreat!
