Chapter 1506: Pinnacles Exempted from Death Thrice

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Hmph, given our age and current cultivation, we’re no weaker than Braydon Neal was back then. What’s there to be afraid of?” These young people displayed an arrogance beyond measure, daring to compare themselves to Braydon, the unparalleled Northern King.

How could they even begin to compare themselves to the Northern King?

“Kill them all!” With his hands clasped behind his back, Braydon’s eyes gleamed with icy resolve and murderous intent.

“Yes, sir!” Maddox Johnstone stepped forward, the weight of his divine realm pressure spreading.

The arrogant youth’s complexion paled, succumbing to the overwhelming force.

“Extreme divine. Who are you?” he stammered in terror.

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“Go ask satan!” Maddox’s left hand twitched, conjuring forth a pitch-black sword—three feet and three inches of dark, frost-edged steel, known as the cold sword.

With a motion as graceful as the Milky Way, Maddox swung the sword, severing the arrogant youth’s head.

Blood sprayed, shocking the onlookers into trembling submission before death.

Their hearts pounded with fear, one youth even attempting to retreat.

“I’m from the Jansky family of Lenver. You can’t kill me!” he pleaded, hoping for leniency.

But Maddox’s blade hesitated only briefly.

Glancing at Braydon, he received the tacit approval to proceed.

“Kill!” commanded Braydon, his voice cutting through the tension like ice.

“Consider it done!”

Maddox gripped the sword tightly, swiftly cutting down the young man as he attempted to retreat in fear.

“You shouldn’t have done it in the first place,” Maddox muttered with a cold shake of his head.

“How dare you kill a disciple of the Jansky family? Do you have any idea how influential the Jansky family is? It holds sway over both the aristocratic families and the sects, boasting a long history of producing formidable experts!”

Someone attempted to use the Jansky family’s name to intimidate them.

“The 36 branches of the Jansky family may revere the commander. Even Sheridan Jansky from Lenver would kneel before the commander!” Maddox retorted icily before swiftly beheading the young man.

“What?”

Gasps of shock rippled through the crowd.

The girl’s face drained of color as she gazed fearfully at Maddox.

“You wield a cold sword. You must hail from the Northern Army. Only one person has claimed the title of commander!”

The Northern King!

At the mere age of twenty, he had subdued the prodigies of various major factions, solidifying his status as the top prodigy across the hundred countries.

“Esme Flitwick pays her respects to His Royal Highness!” The girl knelt before Braydon, her voice trembling.

Braydon remained silent, his gaze piercing.

Maddox acted without hesitation; his blade spared no one.

Seventeen fell, leaving only the girl kneeling on the ground.

Braydon refrained from taking her life.

“Flying is forbidden within the city,” he declared calmly.

“We were unaware until we reached the capital. The capital also decreed that pinnacles who are guilty could be spared thrice.”

The girl’s body trembled slightly.

“How dare you!” Braydon’s eyes were icy cold. “A national decree without my stamp has no effect!

“From today onward, we will abolish the proposal allowing pinnacle martial artists to be exempted from death three times. Martial artists who violate the country’s iron law will be severely punished. Those who cover up due to favoritism will be punished as well!”

Braydon spared the girl so she could spread these word.

Braydon’s decree had abolished this rule.

Then, the convoy slowly set off, entering the bustling Preston.

Preston remained prosperous, unchanged after several years.

At the Neal Manor, Braydon and his family got out of the car.

Louis Neal and Laura Quinn had been standing at the door for a long time, awaiting their return.

The manor was particularly lively today.

“Grandpa, Grandma!” Trevon Neal and Judith Neal ran over eagerly.

Louis bent down to pick up Trevon, while Laura scooped up Judith, both wearing loving smiles.

“Dad, Mom!” Braydon stepped forward.

“Braydon!” Louis said.

Laura held her daughter-in-law’s hand. She said, “Your uncle has been nagging all morning, wondering why you haven’t arrived in Preston yet.”

Liam Neal’s family also lived in Preston.

Ginny Neal had grown into a slender seventeen-year-old girl.

Dressed in blue sportswear, she walked up to Braydon, her once chubby face now an elegant oval.

“Brother!” she called out in a distant voice.

“Ginny!” Braydon looked at his sister, a gentle smile spreading across his face.

“Later, you two can invite Harold and the others over for dinner,” Laura said.

“Alright!” Braydon agreed, also missing Grandma Sage.

However, there was no need to invite them.

Harold Sage drove over with Old Lady Sage.

Heather Sage would return to Preston once or twice a year, while Braydon had not returned for many years.

When Old Lady Sage saw the two children, she was especially cordial.

Braydon noticed how much his grandmother had aged since he last saw her a few years ago.

Despite the spirit herbs she used to improve her body, she was still old and not a powerful cultivator.

Spirit herbs could enhance one’s health and prolong life but couldn’t restore youth.

Nearly the whole family was gathered.

Braydon didn’t talk about his experiences over the past few years; instead, he quietly listened to his grandmother’s nagging.

He rarely had the chance to enjoy his own happiness and cherished it deeply.

“Why isn’t Skylar back?” Harold asked. “Is he still guarding the ruins?”

Harold was aware of the various ruins.

The Sage family’s organization and the Neal family’s organization had long been involved in the spirit herb industry, providing items for martial artists.

It had been three years!

There was no need to worry; the people of the Northern Army would definitely help them secretly.

The core higher-ups of the Northern Army controlled all the ruins and knew that the Neal and Sage families were involved in the spirit herb business, so they knew what to do.

Moreover, Luther Carden and the others had been to Preston and had seen Harold and the others.

Now that the Neal family was the leader and the Sage family was involved, the two families were running a very big business in spirit herbs.

Selling spirit herbs required special authorization from the capital.

At present, almost no force could obtain it.

Although Heather was in charge of the capital palace, she had to avoid suspicion because of her relationship with the Neal family.

Therefore, she always refused to approve the Sage and Neal families’ application to run the spirit herb business.

On the other hand, after Luther received the report from a hidden agent, he circumvented the capital and personally sent someone to find Harold and grant him an identity.

That identity was as a non-staff partner of the Northern Army, a supplier of supplies.

Once this identity was given, Harold’s business always received the green light no matter where he went.

As Harold’s identity gradually became known, it was revealed that Braydon was his brother-in-law.

The Northern Army, naturally protective of their own, treated Harold as one of their own.

Harold was very well-behaved.

He wouldn’t cause trouble for his sister or use Braydon’s reputation to create problems.

If he didn’t encounter significant trouble, he wouldn’t proactively contact Luther and the others in the Northern Army.

Braydon and Harold were chatting.

Harold seemed hesitant, as if he had something to say.

“If you have something to say, just say it. Is the Sage family in trouble?” Braydon noticed and smiled.

“Don’t worry about him. He’s not just earning ordinary money now; he’s earning spirit stones,” Heather interjected as she cleaned Judith’s milk bottle.

The little girl, almost five years old, was still not weaned and held a milk bottle all day long.

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