THE STRONGEST WAR GOD - Season 3 Episode 24

In ancient times, some powerful families could control the imperial power and control the situation of the world, sacrificing the interests of the people for their own personal gain!

The founder of the Togo Empire, the Lestrange family, originated from Thal. It was the most terrifying powerful family in ancient times. In the end, it took advantage of the chaos to establish the imperial power of the Togo Empire.

There were many secret records in the northern army’s secret vault.

At this moment, Braydon Neal held the spear in his left hand and glanced at the heavily injured Phineas Sattler. He said softly, “Hector Sattler is missing. Since you have accepted the northern military sword token, I will send you on your way!”

!!

Braydon said calmly.

The dragon gall spear was like a black light as it instantly pierced through.

Accompanied by an extremely powerful pressure, he said angrily, “Stop!”

Boom!

The terrifying aura of a ninth-level king swept over. It was like an invisible force was stirring up a storm. Leaves and dust flew, forming a special attack.

Braydon turned a blind eye to it, as if he did not sense it.

This was clearly abnormal.

With Braydon ‘s strength, he could break this attack with a mere thought.

Strangely, he did not block it, as if he did not feel this attack.

Even Dominic Lowe, who had suddenly descended, was shocked and furious.

He had wanted to stop Braydon from killing Phineas.

However, he did not expect Braydon to ignore his attack in order to kill him.

This was going to be troublesome!

Dominic was shocked and furious. He wanted to stop, but it was already too late.

If he, Duke Lowe, publicly injured Braydon, then something big was going to happen!

Dominic, as Duke Lowe, attacked the Northern King in public. When the outside world heard the news, they would see it as the capital wanting to kill the Northern King!

When the news reached the northern territory, the northern army would definitely head south overnight.

Once this happened, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Dominic felt his scalp go numb.

Braydon did not dodge his attack. It was obvious that he wanted to make things difficult for Dominic.

Westley Hader and the others did not expect their big brother to actually not resist. Was it because the hidden illness in his body had relapsed?

At this moment, an invisible aura fluctuation swept up a strong wind and landed on Braydon’s back.

Braydon felt as if he had suffered a heavy blow. He spat out a mouthful of blood from his thin lips. The black spear in his hand stabbed forward, piercing through Phineas’ chest and his heart.

Was this person killed by Braydon or Dominic?

As for how this matter was evaluated, it was not important at the moment.

A marquis of the Sattler family might seem to have a noble status, but in the situation tonight, he was just a nobody.

What made people’s scalps go numb was that Dominic had attacked and injured the Northern King.

This was simply the biggest joke in the world.

Westley released his king pressure, and his killing intent exploded, “Dominic Lowe, you’re courting death!”

The people of the northern army did not care about Duke Lowe’s status and wanted to make a move on the spot.

Dominic’s face turned green.

He had really gotten into big trouble.

He was on the verge of tears. Who would have known that he would be tricked so miserably by this white-robed youth?

This attack had truly injured Braydon. It would definitely make him, Dominic Lowe, top of the northern army’s must-kill list.

However, at this moment, Westley and the others were not the only ones who were shocked and furious.

A dirty and sloppy old man was even angrier. “Those who hurt the Qilin must die!”

The golden Qilin was the faith of the northern lineage!

It was this faith that had supported several generations!

A terrifying sword intent rushed into the sky and broke through the night, shocking the ancient capital!

His aura was like a sword!

This sword seemed to have been sealed for forty years, and now it finally erupted.

This human sword was finally unsheathed.

The former Ludwig vice commander had finally returned!

Everyone looked over. The person who released this powerful aura was not an outsider, but the sloppy, ordinary Old Man Zito.

At this moment, his skinny body was as straight as a giant sword!

This sword had been sealed for forty years, and it had finally been revived!

Braydon’s lips were bleeding. He glanced over and could not help but smile.

He finally saw what he wanted!

Braydon, whose mind was almost demonic when he was young, had his methods to restore Old Man Zito’s glory as Ludwig’s vice commander.

At that moment, Old Man Zito straightened his back, and the sword intent he released shocked the entire capital.

…

This sword intent was too freaking strong!

The long swords worn by the members of the governor office were faintly trembling as if they were worshipping Old Man Zito.

“Frazer?” Dominic was shocked.

“Those who hurt the Qilin must die. And you should have died forty years ago!”

Old Man Zito took a step forward. With him as the center, everyone leaned back.

This aura was too strong.

Especially the sword intent on his body, it could break people’s hearts.

Old Man Zito had been conferred the title of king forty years ago at the age of twenty-one.

He had been silent for too long!

Now that he saw Braydon as a Qilin and the golden Qilin that he believed in being stained with blood, he was completely enraged.

Back then, he, Frazer Zito, was unable to protect the golden Qilin. Now, he saw the successor of the Ludwig army, which had grown into the northern army. The commander was Braydon Neal!

…

This was the successor of their Ludwig bloodline!

The golden Qilin was proof, and so was the cold sword.

Today’s northern army was the successor of the Ludwig army.

Old Man Zito was finally enraged. With every step he took, the wind and clouds in the sky changed colors, and the fallen leaves were carried away by the strong wind.

The first disciple of Mount Sino had finally exploded.

“So strong!” Westley exclaimed in shock.

“F*ck, this old man isn’t a War God!” Tristan Yandell was dumbfounded.

“Silly dog,” Luke Yates said disdainfully. “He was already a king at the age of twenty-one!”

“Little fool, do you want to fight?” Tristan was instantly enraged.

Westley’s face darkened. “Shut up, both of you. Especially you, little fool. Stop it. Don’t ruin Big Brother’s plans!”

Luke huffed and puffed, but he did not cause any more trouble.

The quarrel between the brothers did not affect Old Man Zito.

Old Man Zito had been silent for forty years, but once he exploded, his entire person entered a state of emptiness.

At this moment, he was the sword, and so was the world.

Blood trickled down from Braydon’s lips. He chuckled. “Being one with the sword allows one to break through the shackles of the king!”

One sentence proved that Old Man Zito had hope of surpassing king level in the future!

Dominic was doomed!

Old Man Zito stepped into the sky. Every step he took formed a terrifying sword aura. He shouted, “Sword, to me!”

The sound of a sword striking stunned the entire capital.

All the iron swords in the governor office flew backward. Hundreds of swords flew toward Old Man Zito.

The symbols of the Mount Sino Sword Sect were sword manipulation and sword summoning!

Ernest Lanford’s eyes brimmed with tears as he secretly rubbed his nose and sobbed, “It’s been forty years. I’ve waited for forty years. Finally, I see you again. You’ve picked up your sword again!”

At this moment, Old Man Zito was extremely domineering. He summoned a hundred swords and took one of them.

The moment he held the sword, his entire body released an even stronger sword intent.

He broke the night with a single sword.

The sword became light, causing everyone to lose sight of the other scenery in front of them, leaving only this sword that was imprinted in their hearts.

A stunning sword that could break everything.