The Strongest War God Chapter 253 You Want to Stand Up for Him?

253 You Want to Stand Up for Him?

This was the northern army!

Would martial artists not be in awe?

Braydon Neal was holding the Northern King sword in his left hand. His cold killing intent made people feel as if they were being stabbed in the back.

Tina Little covered her face, her hair disheveled as she screamed, “You dare hit me?”

She kept shouting.

In this market, with her grandfather around, Tina never thought that someone would dare to hit her in public.

She had been spoiled by Stetson Little since she was young, and he had never had the heart to hit her.

But today, this youth in white had actually hit her.

This unruly girl still did not realize that Braydon had just displayed his strength, a king-level technique!

A king at his peak!

He was also the Northern King. With such a status, he could look down on all parts of Hansworth.

Immediately after, a lean old Daoist priest wearing a felt hat and cloth shoes arrived from the Neal family’s manor at an extremely fast speed.

Ernest Lanford brought a jade box and said, “Young Master, the spiritual herbs are here!”

Back then, Namar’s delegation had sent six stalks of spiritual herbs, which were stored in the Neal family’s manor.

To heal Sammy Dudley and neutralize the poison in his body, he had used two stalks.

This was the third hundred-year-old spiritual herb. It was like a bamboo shoot, and its exterior was white and warm like jade. It had a light green color and was sealed in a jade box to prevent spiritual energy from dispersing.

This was a real spiritual herb.

It was priceless!

The martial artists present looked at him with eager eyes.

It was the first time most of them had seen a real spiritual herb. More than 99% of them did not know what spiritual herb tasted like.

Braydon Neal was as calm as ever. He knew what he had to do. He sheathed his saber, shattered the jade box with a snap of his fingers, and took out the spiritual bamboo shoots inside.

It was only eight or nine centimeters long and as thick as a thumb.

The special power contained within it made Braydon’s body instinctively feel a hint of desire.

Braydon’s body wanted to absorb the power of the spiritual bamboo shoot.

Spiritual herb contained spiritual energy, which was the root of all things.

Whether it was an animal or a human, absorbing spiritual energy could make up for their genetic defects.

Martial artists could not do without such things.

Braydon held the spiritual bamboo shoot in his hand, and a drop of spiritual liquid fell on the tip of Xana Thomas’ nose.

A layer of old skin slowly peeled off from the burn on the tip of her nose. Then, the second drop of spiritual liquid fell.

Under everyone’s gaze, seven drops of spiritual liquid were forced out from the spiritual bamboo shoot and covered Xana’s face.

The last two drops fell on her swan-like fair-skinned neck.

A thin layer of old skin was completely shed.

The original burns were all gone!

On the contrary, Xana’s exquisite face was even more exquisite, and her eyebrows were filled with spirituality.

This miraculous scene made people exclaim deep down. As expected of a spiritual herb!

Braydon took off his cloak and covered Xana with it. His thin lips moved slightly. “Joseph, take care of Xana. Heather, give me your hand.”

“What are you doing!” Her face was covered in tears as she slowly raised her small hand.

There was a red spot on it, which was the trace of the flame.

Braydon forced out the spiritual liquid of the spiritual bamboo shoot and dripped it onto the surface.

It made Heather feel a slight chill, and the burning sensation on the back of her hand quickly subsided. It soothed all the pain and made her smile through her tears.

Perhaps only Braydon was able to use this method of turning something rotten into something magical.

Xana started to stir. Her eyelashes were trembling as she saw her stinky brother’s face that was etched with worry.

“What’s wrong with me?” she asked guiltily.

“You fainted because you were shocked by her!”

Braydon’s warm smile was like a spring breeze.

Xana’s eyes were filled with suspicion. She pouted slightly and wrinkled her nose. “Liar, I’m not that timid. I remember that she was the one who set me on fire just now. Eh, why doesn’t my face hurt?”

She looked like a little idiot.

“The brown spot at the corner of your eye has also disappeared,” Heather said seriously.

“Really? Wow, let me see!”

Xana took out her phone as a mirror to look for the brown spot at the corner of her left eye. When she saw that it was really gone, she even took a selfie with Heather.

This scene made Joseph’s face darken.

Did the two girls have to be so crazy?

Xana’s face was disfigured just now. She had only been awake for ten seconds, and he was already concerned about the brown spot at the corner of her eyes.

Only Braydon was relieved to see that the two of them were fine. He turned around and glanced at Tina.

It was just a glance.

Old Man Zito had a silly smile on his face. His wizened old hand slowly gripped the hilt of his sword, and a murderous aura quietly spread.

Ernest stood quietly, waiting to make his move.

Those who had experienced killing on the battlefield did not care about the difference between men and women. Once they confirmed that they were enemies, they would kill ruthlessly.

Even if you had a kind heart, if you had experienced the battlefield where more than 10,000 troops were involved, witnessed your comrades fall in a pool of blood, and seen the vicious side of the enemy, a heart of steel would be forged.

Back then, the vice commander of the Ludwig army, Frazer Zito, and Ernest, who commanded 100,000 soldiers, were all such people.

Since Braydon dared to give the order, the two of them would obey and kill all the martial artists in front of them!

Everyone knew.

People like Braydon treated martial artists and ordinary people differently.

If ordinary people made mistakes, they should be punished lightly.

If martial artists made a mistake, they would be killed without mercy!

Tina was Stetson Little’s granddaughter, and she was a beginner warrior-level martial artist.

She was not strong, but she was a martial artist!

Xana and Heather were fine now, so it was time to settle the rest.

In the distance, Yash Wonka had brought a few people.

Bob Jorkins and Stetson Little, the king of h.e.l.l, hurried over and saw that the area was crowded with martial artists.

“Grandpa, he hit me!” Tina said, feeling wronged.

“Let me see who dares to bully you here!” Stetson’s heart ached for his granddaughter.

Bob’s face was slightly pale, and he was cursing this old thing Stetson Little in his heart. What kind of granddaughter did he have? Of all the people he could offend, he actually offended someone like Braydon.

Why did he have to provoke this young Northern King?

“Lord Neal, Miss Sage, are you alright?!” Bob braced himself and stepped forward.

“What, you want to stand up for them?”

Braydon smiled faintly.

Bob’s expression changed slightly as he understood the meaning of these words.

This matter had nothing to do with the market, and it had nothing to do with Bob.

If he forcefully joined in, he would definitely die!

“I wouldn’t dare!” Bob bowed respectfully.

Braydon stood with his hands behind his back. Even if Bob had ten guts, he would not dare to get involved in his matters.

Stetson’s cloudy eyes flashed with coldness. “Brat, it was you who injured my granddaughter. How dare you!”

“Elder Little…” Bob’s expression changed slightly.

Before he could finish his sentence.

Braydon raised his left hand slightly, signaling for Bob to shut up.

Stetson was old but not dead. He was more astute than the younger generation. Seeing Bob’s behavior, he could already guess that this white-clothed youth was not simple and should have a certain background.

But he, Stetson Little, was not one who would sit idly by.

As a first-rate talisman master, he had made many connections over the years. He even knew quite a few people from the central Hansworth headquarters.

Otherwise, based on the big mistake he had made back then, the Preston team would have sent people to arrest him.

The special operations team’s killing order was generally unavoidable!