Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
âHmm?â
Jonah Shaw and the others looked over in unison.
Channing Lestrange stood up slowly and said softly, âIt was the path of martial arts that was the enemy of the world. He was the enemy of the world. He was crazy and stunning. I was not as bold as him. Therefore, even though I had entered the supreme pinnacle realm, I was not able to escape the fate of being sealed in ice.â
Channing had personally said that he was sealed in ice as a loser.
Braydon Neal seemed to have sensed something. He frowned and pressed Channingâs shoulder. âChanning, donât do anything rash!â he said softly.
âI have no friends now. Now that I am in the Northern Army, I will do something for the Northern Army!â
Channing held the wine bottle and downed it in one gulp.
âThe martial artists of the aristocratic families are gathered in that area,â the cunning little fool pointed to the southeast of the ring venue and said.
âLuke, lend me your cold sword!â
Channing didnât carry any weapons with him. He raised his hand and pulled out a black cold sword from Lukeâs waist.
The sword was unsheathed, accompanied by a terrifying pressure.
It was like heavenly might!
When the heavenly might fused into the sword, it became sword might.
The terrifying sword might hung high in the entire venue.
Almost all the martial artists felt their bodies turn cold at this moment, and they raised their hands in shock.
âWhatâs that?â someone asked in horror.
âItâs him again, the deputy commander of the Northern Army, Channing Lestrange. What is he trying to do?â
âHeavens! Heâs going to attack us! This madman is going to attack us!â
âHeâs a supreme pinnacle. Why would he attack us?â
âPrivate fights are strictly prohibited in the venue. How would he dare to attack recklessly?ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âRun!â
A commotion broke out in the venue.
Channing stepped into the sky and flew up against the wind. He held the Northern Army sword in one hand and looked at the southeast side of the venue.
âChanning, stop!â Braydon shouted.
âAre we going to let Farron Sampsonâs tragedy repeat itself?â
Channing questioned.
Braydon clenched his fist and said in a low voice, âIf you attack, the Northern Army will lose the battle between the aristocratic families and the Northern Army. It will also ignite the anger of hundreds of thousands of martial artists. The two great entities want to use the power of all martial artists to fight against the Northern Army!â
âThose below the supreme pinnacle are all ants. Whatâs there to be afraid of?â
The sword in Channingâs hand came down brazenly.
It was an attack that gathered the power of a supreme pinnacle and carried the might of heaven.
The blade fell!
The entire southeast part of the ring arena was directly cut into two.
The 10,000-meter ravine was all thanks to his sword.
The attack power of the supreme pinnacle was truly terrifying.
With just one slash, he had killed more than ten thousand martial artists.
There were low-level martial artists and even pinnacle martial artists. They were highly concentrated in the southeast area of the venue. They were all martial artists from powerful families.
Those powerful families were also unlucky. Who would have thought that the Northern Army would send out a supreme pinnacle who ignored the rules of the venue and attacked them without giving them any chance to live?
This action caused the entire venue to fall into panic.
Even a supreme pinnacle was disregarding the rules and attacking brazenly.
Everyone was in danger.
âHow preposterous!â Dominic Lowe shouted angrily.
âYour Highness!â
Kieran Normand and Zavier Leach ascended the platform together, their eyes filled with disbelief.
This was because this sudden situation was beyond everyoneâs imagination.
Braydon closed his eyes as he stood on the stage. As the chief examiner of the Martial Artist Summit, he knew how big of a mistake Channing had committed.
He should be punished for his crimes!
Hundreds of thousands of martial artists were watching the stage.
Channing, the deputy commander of the Northern Army, had made such a huge mistake.
It was against the law to kill indiscriminately.
According to the law, it was considered light punishment to slaughter three generations of his family.
This was the Martial Artist Summit.
Hundreds of thousands of talented martial artists from the 23 provinces and the 9 great provinces were gathered.
Braydon closed his eyes and stood with his hands behind his back. His face was extremely gloomy.
Before Braydon could speak.
Below the arena, a white-haired old man pointed at the high platform and said, âPeople from the Northern Army are lawless. You have killed martial artists of the Martial Artist Summit. You have no respect for the laws of the country. According to the laws, shouldnât they be killed?â
âKilling three generations of their family is a light punishment!â
âEven the deputy commander of the Northern Army has to abide by the rules of the summit and the laws of the capital, right?â
âIf Your Highness doesnât give us an explanation today, weâll withdraw from the competition.â
âThe Martial Artist Summit is corrupted. The people of the Northern Army are killing the martial artists who are participating in the summit. Where is the justice in this?â
âWe beg Your Highness to punish Channing Lestrange severely!â
Cries of condemnation flooded the venue.
The anger of hundreds of thousands of martial artists had all been aroused. There was no need for the martial artists of the aristocratic families to add fuel to the fire.
A three-way game.
From the moment Channing attacked, the Northern Army was completely defeated.
This game had not officially begun, but the Northern Army had already lost.
He had lost completely.
What happened at the Martial Artist Summit today would definitely continue to ferment and spread throughout the world.
This matter could not be concealed at all.
Braydon opened his eyes, and a cold killing intent appeared. At this moment, Braydonâs white robe fluttered, and a terrifying killing intent faintly appeared.
He wanted to kill!
Braydonâs killing intent rose.
Many thoughts had just surfaced in his mind, and the most terrifying one was to mobilize the elites to suppress the Martial Artist Summit.
Hundreds of thousands of martial artists would all be killed!
In the name of martial artists rebelling, they would all be executed on the spot.
For martial artists, one martial artist rebelling was a crime, two was a disaster, and three was chaos!
Hundreds of thousands of martial artists gathered together determined to have the intention of causing chaos in the world would be killed on the spot.
This thought was crazy!
Luther Carden understood Braydon the best. He walked to his side and whispered, âBrother, you canât do this!â
âIf you do this, you will never be able to turn back in this life!â Skylar Neal said softly.
âThere has never been a precedent of a deputy commander falling in the Northern Army!â Frediano Jadanza said softly.
âEveryone, Channing Lestrange has committed a grave mistake!â Kieran reminded them.
âWhat should we do?â Dominic said bitterly.
âEven if the people of the Northern Army have committed a grave crime, the Northern Army imperial guards will be the one to punish them. It is not up to outsiders to convict them.â
Braydon let out a breath and walked to the edge of the platform. He looked at Channing, who had a calm expression on his face. He said indifferently, âAs the deputy commander of the Northern Army, Channing Lestrange has committed a grave crime today. I will punish him severely and give the world an explanation.â
âLord Northern King, what crime should Channing be convicted of?â
In the ring-shaped arena, someone questioned Braydon.
This question was unavoidable.
If Braydon protected him, ignored the laws of the country, and trampled on the ironclad law, he would be setting a precedent!
At that time, all the martial artists would be restless and treat the laws of the country as if they were nothing. There would definitely be chaos.
Because of Channingâs attack, the Northern Army had suffered a crushing defeat.
Once they lost, they would have to pay the price!
Together with Braydon, they had to be held accountable.
Braydon stood on the high platform and looked at the man in the suit who was asking questions. He said indifferently, âChanning Lestrangeâs crime deserves to be punished!â
âAlright, then please do it, Lord Northern King!â
The man in the suit was a pinnacle martial artist.
He definitely came from an aristocratic family.
They forced Braydon to make a move, forcing him to stain his hands with the blood of his comrade.
Braydon took a step forward and landed on the stage. He raised his left hand slightly.