The Strongest War God Chapter 506: Young Master is Here, You are All Dead

Chapter 506: Young Master is Here, You are All Dead

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Who the enemy was was not a question that needed to be answered.

This was because the aura of a yin -yang martial artist was very easy to discern.

At this time, they could just kill all the yin-yang martial artists.

On this cement road, the person who had blocked over a thousand yin-yang martial artists was an old man herding sheep. His hair was white, and he wore a coa.r.s.e shirt, displaying king level battle strength.

He had single-handedly held back a thousand yin-yang people.

The old man who herded the sheep held a wooden stick as a spear. The spear was sharp and overbearing. Every time he attacked, someone would die.

Old Man Zito pulled out his iron sword and brazenly entered the battlefield to start the slaughter. He said solemnly, “Overlord Spear Technique. Descendant of the Chaffin family of the southwest!”

“Old brat, you have sharp eyes. You recognized my spear technique with a single glance. I can see that your sword technique is sharp. Is it from Mount Sino?”

The white-haired old man who herded sheep laughed and killed a person with his wooden stick.

Old Man Zito held a three-foot-long iron sword. The sword Qi was unbridled, killing one person every ten steps. Wherever the sword pa.s.sed, there would be martial artists killed.

“Frazer Zito, an old servant of the Northern King of the northern army, has been ordered to come and help!” he said solemnly.

“Old brat, just you alone aren’t enough. Do you know how many king the yin-yang people sent out just to take away Prime Minister Yearwood?”

The white-haired old man’s killer moves did not stop; he could even chat with Old Man Zito with ease.

The two old fellows seemed to be chatting leisurely.

Some confidants would develop a good impression after meeting each other.

Old Man Zito said solemnly, “It doesn’t matter how many kings the yin-yang people have sent. In the end, they won’t be able to escape death. Young Master is almost here!”

“Your young master is that young Northern King, right? I’ve heard of him. However, the yin-yang ent.i.ty has sent out a total of 80 kings and 300 marquises.”

The white-haired old man said.

He had followed Barrett Yearwood for fifty years in River Village. He did not know much about the outside world.

Today, let alone 80 kings, even 800 kings and 3,000 marquises would be killed by Braydon and his eight techniques.

Outsiders had only heard of Braydon’s terrifying name, but they had never seen him in person. How could they understand?

However, three miles away, a man’s voice that was as warm as the wind came from afar. ‘Who said that even if this king were to come, it would be useless!”

The sound of waves rolled over.

Three miles away, before the person arrived, the voice arrived.

It could be seen that Braydon’s terrifying hearing had reached an inhuman level.

Three miles apart was 1500 meters.

Braydon actually heard the conversation that was going on over here.

Old Man Zito laughed loudly. “Young Master is here! You are all dead!” “Sh*t! Lord Soren Sage didn’t stop this monster. Everyone, retreat!”

There were close to a thousand yin-yang people around, with the three ninth-level kings as the leaders.

After a bald man spoke.

All the yin-yang martial artists wanted to leave like a tide.

To say that they wanted to retreat was an overestimation of their abilities.

More like they were escaping.

Unfortunately, could they escape?

A white-robed young man stepped on the air and came over. He had a Qilin cloud-stepping robe on his shoulder, and he looked extremely graceful.

His white clothes were as white as snow, and there was a smile on his handsome face.

His speed was so fast that it made people dumbfounded!

Movement Speed: 300 meters per second.

This speed was probably superior to a pinnacle’s speed!

Braydon stood with his hands behind his back. He raised his left hand and pointed at the void. The purple Qi acted as a guide, and seven purple Mount Sino Sword Talismans appeared.

Then came the 49 purple swords!

Hundred Qi-imperial swords!

Braydon stepped on his sword and walked forward. His body was as white as a rainbow, and he looked like a young immortal.

This temperament, as well as the hundred swords following him.

The white-haired old man was stunned. He cried out in horror, “Hundred Qi-imperial swords, Sword Immortal of the World!”

“He… ”

The white-haired old man was stunned.

The legendary sword immortal of Mount Sino had reappeared in the human world?

Hundred Qi-imperial swords… The direct disciple of the sect master!

The white-haired old man did not know Braydon.

But he knew the golden Qilin!

Braydon’s clothes had the pattern of a golden Qilin.

The person who dared to use the Qilin painting as a robe must be the Northern King!

After Braydon arrived, his deep eyes stared at the fleeing yin-yang people and said indifferently, “Yin-yang people, you dare to attack the Prime Minister in public? You must want to die!” As soon as he finished speaking.

Swoosh!

The purple sword was like a purple stream of light that swept across the world.

A hundred Qi-imperial swords meant a ma.s.sacre.

Wherever the sword light went, no one could survive.

All the yin-yang people there had nowhere to run.

Who could withstand Braydon’s sword?

No one could!

Braydon had descended here and was about to start killing.

Among the yin-yang people, there was only one Soren Sage.

That was Heather Sage’s father.

He was the only person Braydon had shown mercy to.

Apart from that, what else could a yin-yang martial artist use to make Braydon show mercy?

The rest must die.

None of the close to a thousand yin-yang martial artists dared to resist!

Because the Northern King had arrived.

Facing such a big shot, the yin-yang people only had one complaint: why did they not have more legs to run away from the Northern King?

They were all fleeing!

The bald man said in horror, “Run, don’t look back, scatter and run!” Scatter and run?

Did he think Braydon’s hundred Qi-imperial swords was just for show?

The purple sword swept through the world, and no one could escape.

All of them must die!

In less than 15 minutes.

Nearly 1,000 yin-yang martial artists were all killed on the spot.

In the wheat fields on both sides of the cement road, there were corpses lying everywhere.

After Braydon finished killing, he smiled like a spring breeze. He looked at the white-haired old man who herded sheep and said with a faint smile,

“According to the secret records of the northern army, Prime Minister Yearwood had four personal followers!”

“Woodcutter, Heavenly Teacher, Shepherd King and Scholar. The four went missing along with the Prime Minister!”

Braydon’s smile was very handsome.

The white-haired old man secretly gulped, realizing that the white-robed youth in front of him was definitely a ruthless person!

What a ruthless person.

Under the hundred Qi-imperial swords, he had actually killed all the yin-yang martial artists.

Not a single one was left alive.

Moreover, he was so indifferent, as if he did not think much of it.

At this moment.

The white-haired old man realized that he had met a ruthless person. He had underestimated the young king of the northern army.

He could not bear to lose face. After all, he was an elder. He nodded proudly. “That’s right, I’m Shepherd King!”

“Not bad, but unfortunately, you’re a little weak!”

Braydon smiled faintly as he headed toward the entrance of the River Village.

Shepherd King’s face instantly darkened.

He said in a low voice, “Among the ranks of the ninth-level kings, I am invincible!”

“Confidence is a good thing. Overconfidence is conceitedness. It’s fine to be a little conceited. The key is to have matching strength.”

Braydon paused for a moment before turning around and chuckling. “Unfortunately, you don’t!”

“What do you mean by that?”

Shepherd King was instantly unhappy.

He was already so old, but he was still taught a lesson by a young man today. It was way too embarra.s.sing.

Braydon continued to walk forward with his hands behind his back, saying softly, “Let’s not talk about the ninth-level kings and the other great commanders. Just the ten bad eggs of the northern army alone are stronger than you. If Cole uses his full strength, he can kill you with one strike.. Luther can kill you with one strike, and Yuri can kill you with one strike!”