Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Luther Carden sat in his wheelchair, chatting and laughing. No one dared to underestimate him.
This was because he was the leader of the Northern Armyâs hidden agents!
He was secretly in charge of 800,000 Northern Armyâs hidden agents. Who knew how much dirt he had collected on these people?
Moreover, Braydon Neal was not in the northern desert, so the Northern Army was under Lutherâs command!
That was a million elites!
In the entire world, how many people could lead a million elites?
Moreover, Luther was also in charge of the Northern Armyâs hidden agents. His capabilities were probably only second to Braydon in the Northern Army lineage.
If it wasnât for the fact that there were too many matters in the Northern Army that delayed Lutherâs cultivation, with his talent, he would have long advanced to the pinnacle realm.
âThe capital is still very safe!â Westley Hader said softly.
âNot necessarily!â
Luther sat in the wheelchair and exchanged glances with Westley.
Westley smiled faintly. He felt that Luther was hiding something, so he didnât argue with him.
âDid your hidden agents find out something?â Syrus Yacca asked with a frown.
âLetâs wait for Big Brother to arrive!â
Luther sat in a wheelchair and did not enter the capital city!
In the past, Braydon had sworn an oath at the Lowell yin-yang headquarters that he would never take half a step into capital.
Braydonâs confidants were all in the Northern Army!
The Northern Armyâs millions of soldiers swore their loyalty to the army commander, Braydon.
If the general swore not to take half a step into the capital, then the ten commanders of the Northern Army would be the same as their army commander, not taking half a step into the capital.
Thus, no matter how Westley and the others asked them to, not a single one of Lutherâs group of ten entered the capital.
Skylar Neal was still wearing the ghost mask. He stood quietly at the side, waiting for his brother, Braydon, to arrive.
Joshua Mandor was there too.
There was also the royal guardsâ commander, Tobey Lapras, who had come to the capital some time back.
The elites of the Northern Army did not need to participate in the preliminary selection of the Martial Artist Summit. They could just take their spots and go to the Alpha Empire to participate in the Global Martial Artist Summit.
As the sun set, the representatives of the martial artists from the 23 provinces gathered in the capital. No one was absent.
Everyone had arrived!
No one dared to use their martial strength to do anything.
This was because the chief examiner of this yearâs Martial Artist Summit was the current Northern King.
No one dared to cause trouble!
Those who caused trouble were bound to suffer.
Everyone in the world knew how ruthless Braydon was to martial artists.
Especially the aristocratic families and powerful families, who were now at loggerheads with Braydon. They did not dare to let Braydon hold anything against them.
Once Braydon had a hold of something, he would be slaughtered by the Northern King Sword.
It was already five in the afternoon.
Braydon had yet to return to the capital, and the elite martial artists gathered in the 23 provinces were faintly dissatisfied.
Everyone had arrived at the capital, except for Braydon.
Such arrogance!
In front of the southern gate of the capital, the Northern Kingâs cavalry stood silently, waiting for their commander.
Luther sat in the wheelchair, reading the secret reports of the Northern Armyâs hidden agents, waiting for Braydonâs return.
âIf Big Brother doesnât come back, the elite martial artists of the 23 provinces gathered in the capital will cause trouble,â Frediano Jadanza said softly.
After he finished speaking.
On the capitalâs Vermilion Bird Street, a wave of vitality surged.
Only those at the pinnacle could use the power of vitality!
âThese martial artists really donât stop!â
Westley also sensed the battle aura.
Someone was making a move in the capital!
However, capital had recently reinstated the martial arts ban in order to prevent martial artists from gathering in the capital and causing trouble.
However, martial artists were naturally arrogant. Some people did not take the martial arts ban seriously.
Martial artists were forbidden from fighting and seeking revenge in the city.
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Today, there were still people who did not take the martial arts ban seriously.
The War God of Hansworth, Jonah Shaw, turned around and spoke. His cold voice resounded through half of the capital city. âThe martial arts ban has been issued. Martial artists are strictly prohibited from fighting in the capital city. Those who violate the law will be beheaded!â
âYes, sir!â
The War God Cayson Stark and the others were following Jonah.
Jonah himself was one of the giants of the capital.
His words were orders.
At the end of Vermilion Bird Street, two arrogant young men had just exchanged blows, and the vitality in their bodies was restless.
They were clearly two low-level pinnacles.
When the two of them heard Jonahâs words, their expressions changed drastically.
The War God Battalionâs battalion commander, Cayson, had arrived in the area, ready to kill.
Instantly, two senior pinnacle martial artists appeared!
These two arrogant young men were able to reach the pinnacle realm at such a young age. They must have relied on a large faction behind them!
The two elders appeared.
They were all conferred pinnacles!
The burly old man cupped his hands and said, âBattalion Commander Shaw, please show mercy. Maxton grew up in the countryside and doesnât know the rules of the capital. Please be lenient. I will definitely discipline him strictly in the future!â
âBattalion Commander Shaw, you canât blame my grandson for this. They were the ones who provoked him!â
The other old man, Ryland Henderson, said in a neither servile nor overbearing manner.
They all had great backgrounds.
âAll the martial artists who enter the capital today are informed of the martial arts ban!â Cayson said calmly.
The expression of the burly old man, Duncan Landers, changed slightly.
It didnât matter whether he knew about the existence of the martial arts ban or not.
The important thing was that Jonah had already given the order to kill!
Maxton Landers and Jadiel Henderson would not be able to escape death!
Other people didnât dare to touch the young masters of the two aristocratic families and didnât dare to hold them accountable, but when Jonah and the others killed people, they never asked about their origins!
Be it the son of a powerful family or the young master of an aristocratic family.
Anyone who dared to violate the ironclad law of the country would be killed on the spot.
Ryland suddenly said, âBattalion Commander Shaw, the chief examiner of this yearâs Hansworth Martial Artist Summit is His Highness the Northern King. He has ordered that all examinees who participate in the competition, regardless of their crimes, are not to be executed. At most, they will be detained for review.â
âUsing my big brother to suppress me?â
Jonah left the capitalâs southern gate and arrived at Vermilion Bird Street in a flash, his entire body filled with cold killing intent.
Ryland and Duncan looked at each other and frowned.
Cayson was easy to deal with.
But Jonah was not to be trifled with.
He had appeared in public and was interfering in this matter.
He was difficult to deal with!
âMy brother set this rule to protect those itinerant cultivator geniuses with no background,â Jonah said coldly. âItâs not to protect you young masters from the aristocratic families!â
âIf my brother finds out that youâre using this rule to protect the young masters of aristocratic families, none of the young martial artists in the aristocratic families will live today.â
Frediano walked on the street with his hands behind his back and said softly.
Duncanâs expression was gloomy.
âBraydon Neal of the Northern Army has received a secret order from his teacher to return to the capital today.â A calm voice slowly came from the south of the capital.
His soft words resounded throughout the capital.
Duncanâs expression changed in shock, and cold sweat broke out on his temples. He did not expect that at this juncture, Braydon had actually returned!
In the next second.
In the capital, martial artists walked out of their rooms and looked into the distant sky.
The capitalâs 80,000 garrison guards pulled out their cold black swords from their waists. They turned around and placed their left hand on their knees. Their right hands stabbed the swords into the ground diagonally. They knelt on one knee and shouted in unison, âThe capitalâs 80,000 garrison guards welcome the return of the commander!â