THE STRONGEST WAR GOD - Season 3 Episode 8

A small Neal Corporation, even if it became a listed company with a market value of trillions, still could not compare to the northern territory.

Louis Neal said softly, “Your mother is fine in the manor. She has returned to Preston University and is still a lecturer. What do you think?”

“As long as Mom is happy. I’m going to accompany Ginny to the parent-teacher conference in the afternoon.”

Braydon Neal told him his plans for the afternoon.

Louis nodded slightly. Now, Liam Neal was also taking over the matters of the Neal Corporation and could not get away.

After all, such a big group could not be supported by Louis Neal alone, or he would be exhausted sooner or later.

In the entire Neal family manor, there was only Braydon who was idle.

However, Louis did not know that the most important reason for Braydon to return to the Neal family was to recuperate. He also had to prepare for his 20th birthday and coronation!

Braydon did not share these things with his family.

If he shared all these with them, it would only make his parents worry.

Louis got up. There were many things that needed to be dealt with in the corporation.

The Neal Corporation had already gone public, and its industrial centers were all in the new district of Preston, involving dozens of projects.

Previously, Braydon had promised to invest a trillion dollars, which was not a small sum of money.

A large amount of hot money was being poured into Preston’s new district. Many projects required Louis to personally intervene. All the money going out was money spent.

In the future, not only would he have to recoup this cost, but he would also have to make a profit!

On the company’s account, the one trillion dollars was PG Corporation’s money, and the Neal Corporation was only investing on behalf of PG Corporation.

Louis did this for Braydon’s own good. Otherwise, accepting so much money from PG Corporation for no reason would be a huge favor from them. In the future, Braydon would be under Silas Queen’s control, and that would be troublesome.

However, he did not know that his son’s title as the Northern King was enough to make him famous all over the world.

Even if Silas Queen had ten guts, he would not dare to use this to threaten Braydon.

That was simply courting death!

After Louis left, Braydon Neal stood with his hands behind his back and looked at the two old men outside the courtyard. They had stopped playing around with the aphrodisiac grass and had taken out a chessboard. They were actually playing chess.

Tristan Yandell leaned against the window and muttered, “Big Brother, I feel that something will happen sooner or later if these two old fellows stick together.”

“They’re all old foxes. We can’t tell their background just by peeking.”

Braydon had a faint smile on his lips as he pulled his black cloak over himself.

The morning wind was a little chilly.

Logically speaking, with Braydon’s age and cultivation, the morning’s coolness would not affect him at all.

However, Braydon seemed to be afraid of the cold.

This situation was probably related to his injuries.

Braydon walked out of the living room and looked at the two old men sitting in front of the stone table, playing chess. Yuzo Quon was doing alright, but Old Man Zito would always regret his moves.

Because of this matter, the two old men almost started fighting!

The two of them were over 150 years old; they were just like old children.

“Old Man Zito, get up and let me make the next move!”

Braydon sat down calmly, wrapped in a gilded Qilin robe.

“Is the Northern King injured?” Yuzo frowned.

“You just realized that now?” Braydon’s fair left hand picked up the white chess piece and calmly placed it down.

“I can vaguely sense it,” Yuzo said bluntly. “There’s a cold and sinister energy within the Northern King’s body. It’s like a maggot in his bones. It’s entrenched within his body and wouldn’t dissipate.”

“Your turn!” Braydon reminded Yuzo that it was time for him to make his move.

It was a messy game.

The white pieces were on the chessboard, crossing the chessboard like a huge dragon, almost suppressing the black pieces, unable to fight back.

Yuzo had the absolute upper hand, which was why Old Man Zito had been constantly regretting his moves. Otherwise, he would have lost.

Braydon held a black chess piece and calmly placed it down.

This caused Yuzo to be in a daze!

Playing chess was also a form of cultivation and could also be seen as a form of competition.

Yuzo was holding a white piece. Although the white piece he was holding had the absolute advantage, Braydon’s piece was like the tip of a knife, pressing against Yuzo’s weak spot.

Both of them had their own style of playing chess.

Braydon’s temperament seemed calm and peaceful, but his moves were like blades, and he was quite domineering, intending to kill the dragon!

Yuzo held onto his white chess piece and continued to place it down. He was completely focused and no longer had the time to chat with Braydon, nor did he have the energy to worry about Braydon’s injuries.

Braydon was unusually calm. When Yuzo’s white piece landed, Braydon’s black piece followed closely behind.

With every step he took, it caused Yuzo’s face to turn paler.

This scene stunned Old Man Zito. “The situation has been reversed?”

“When we were in the northern territory, only Second Brother Carden could fight against Eldest Brother. The others couldn’t even withstand a single blow!”

Tristan rolled his eyes.

The Northern King, a genius of a thousand years, was not called that name for nothing.

If people of the same generation knew about Braydon’s talent, they would probably feel despair.

…

Right now, on the chessboard, the white dragon was leaning against the black piece that was originally blocking it. It had slowly formed a black sword shape, and the sharp sword was pointed at the white dragon.

Until the twelfth black piece in Braydon’s hand fell.

The moment the black piece landed, an invisible aura formed.

This was the aura of the overpowering sword. It exploded outward. On the chessboard, the white dragon was cut in half at the waist, as if a black sword was stabbed diagonally into it.

Yuzo’s face was deathly pale as blood seeped out from the corner of his lips. He stood up abruptly and left his seat.

Braydon sat quietly. “Chess can also be used as a game. It can be combined with martial arts, and it can suppress people’s hearts!”

“The Northern King’s chess skills are far above mine!”

Yuzo had been injured by the overall momentum of the game, and he no longer dared to look at the chessboard.

On the chessboard, the white pieces were like a dragon and the black pieces were like a sword!

It was a northern military sword. Wherever the blade pointed, it could slay dragons and break people’s hearts.

In the chess path, there was Braydon’s conferred king title.

…

The elders of the north knew very well how terrifying Braydon’s cultivation path was.

The overpowering sword he cultivated was superior to all ancient martial arts techniques in the world. When the Northern King sword was unsheathed, it could break thousands of techniques and kill tens of thousands of people!

This was the overpowering sword!

“It’s still early. Let’s play another round!” Braydon smiled faintly.

“I wouldn’t dare!” Yuzo was terrified.

“Move aside, let me do it,” said Old Man Zito arrogantly.

“I’ll hold the white piece, and you’ll hold the black piece. I’ll let you go first!” With Braydon’s status, he naturally did not want to be the first to go.

Old Man Zito did not refuse. He picked up the black piece and placed it at the corner of the chessboard.

Braydon calmly placed his piece, his thin lips moving slightly. “You know Ernest Lanford, right?”

“We just met today!” Old Man Zito replied in a low voice.

These words were simply fooling ghosts!

Braydon raised his eyelids slightly, his deep eyes quietly watching Old Man Zito.

This invisible gaze caused even Yuzo, who was standing at the side, to feel a sense of pressure.

Although the Northern King was young, he could not be bullied!

A young man in white, sitting alone on the top of Mount Bliz, could suppress the millions of unruly men in the north.

The Northern King’s aura had been in a high position for a long time, and ordinary people could not withstand it.

Braydon did not like people lying to him.

This included an old fox like Old Man Zito!

If he lied too much, Braydon’s patience would run out.

Old Man Zito rubbed his nose and said in a low voice, “I do know him.”

“You used to belong to the same faction?” The white pieces between Braydon’s fingers kept falling.