Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation     Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Braydon Nealâs clothes were spotless. He stood on the crown of a towering tree and lightly stepped on the ground.
His arrival shocked many people!
The hundreds of people present looked over in unison.
They were quite curious about this white-robed youth.
Ginny Neal revealed her pearly white teeth and giggled. âBig Brother!â
âYou areâ¦â
Layne Geller was in the capitalâs Mountain Division. With his warlord level strength, he was at most a nameless pawn.
It would be difficult for a young official of the 24 divisions of the capital to even meet Braydon!
Not to mention a small character like Layne, who was not qualified be in contact with Braydon!
In laymanâs terms, outsiders below the wargod level would not even have the right to see King Braydon.
Braydon smiled faintly, and his thin lips moved slightly. âI stood alone on Mount Bliz for ten years. In the eight thousand miles of northern dessert, who would dare call himself king?â Where did these words come from?
From whom?
The people of the 24 divisions in the capital probably knew.
These words came from Mount Bliz in the northern desert, and even more so from that commoner.
It was as if Braydon was asking domineeringly, in front of him, in the entire Hansworth, who would dare to be a king?
Who dared to be king in front of the Northern King?!
No one!
As a king level martial artist, Braydon was an unsurpassable mountain.
With king level strength, Braydon went against quasi pinnacles.
Braydon killed batch after batch of people who had comprehended the pinnacle of martial arts.
The prestige of the Northern King was obtained through his killing!
It was forged from the millions of corpses of the eight foreign countries!
At this moment.
Layneâs face turned pale. He knelt down on one knee and saluted in fear,
âMountain Divisionâs Layne Geller greets the Northern King of Hansworth!â âAll members of the Preston main team greet the Northern King!â
Steve Xavier of the Preston main team walked out and led hundreds of people to salute.
They did not kneel.
Braydon had already told them that anyone who held a cold sword was a son of the north.
There was no kneeling in the north!
The men of the northern army did not respect heaven and earth, nor did they fear ghosts and gods.
This were not just words that meant nothing.
They had to carry it out.
Layneâs face was pale, and he was terrified.
The Northern King was actually in Preston.
The little girl Miranda Stern was holding actually called him big brother.
Layne was dumbfounded!
Braydon stood at the top of the tree with his hands behind his back. His thin lips moved slightly. âMy sister just took part in the martial examination today. It isnât the eight institutions that will choose her, but she will be the one to choose the eight institutions!
âBecause sheâs my sister!
âIf Ginny chooses to go to the Sanguine Youth Institution, itâs her choice. You can teach her and reprimand her if she makes a mistake!
âThe only thing you canât do is bully her!
âIf you dare to bully her, I will definitely fill the capital with northern cold swords!
âNo one can bully my sister!â
Braydon had come today to tell Miranda and the others.
If he wanted Ginny to enter the Sanguine Youth Institution, he could.
However, the Sanguine Youth Institution must take good care of Ginny!
If anything happened to the little girl..
With Braydonâs personality, do you think he would not dare to lead the northern army south?
Do you think he would not dare to let the northern armyâs elite soldiers hang a million cold swords in all directions of the capital?
Do you think he would not dare to slaughter the entire Sanguine Division?
He would!
Braydon would definitely dare to do so.
Braydonâs entire life was plagued by killing sins.
However, he did not owe anyone anything!
Braydon did not let Hansworth down, nor did he let the one billion people of Hansworth down. The only people he owed were his family.
If he had returned to Preston earlier, he would not have let his sister wander outside for ten years and suffer!
Braydon felt indebted to his family.
Therefore, he had been trying to make up for it at home. Everyone knew how much he doted on his sister.
Miranda bent over and opened her cherry lips. âDonât worry, Your Highness. Ginny has the talent of a Qilin. Once she enters the Sanguine Youth Institution, sheâll definitely be able to amaze the capital when she grows up.â
Braydon landed on the ground and held Heatherâs cold and soft hand. He said softly, âGrandma, come in with me!â
âChild, youâre naturally protective of your own. Donât spoil Ginny too much.â Grandma Sage smiled lovingly.
Ginny was the old ladyâs granddaughter. Ginny would usually go to the Sageâs place to play.
Old Lady sage doted on her very much.
The old lady was an experienced person, so she could not help but remind Braydon not to spoil the little girl.
Braydon supported the old lady and said softly, âGrandma, the Neal family has very few people. If anything were to happen to Ginny in the Sanguine Youth Institution, what would happen to Uncle Liam and Aunt Qahira?
âIâd rather spoil Ginny than see anything happen to her.â
These were Braydonâs intentions.
Grandma Sage sighed. She knew that the third generation of the Neal family only consisted of Braydon and Ginny.
Braydon had already grown up.
Ginny was the only child left. If the Neal family did not spoil the little girl, who would?
Braydon was holding Heatherâs hand. She smiled sweetly and said gently,
âGinny canât be spoiled!â
âThatâs good!â The old lady entered the Preston main teamâs base to get some rest.
Heather said in a charming voice, âGinny has wandered around for ten years.
Thereâs no need to worry about her not doing good for society because sheâs not that kind of person.â
Heatherâs words sounded reasonable.
Ginny had never been that kind of person.
The Neal family would not produce a profligate.
It was even more improbable when it came to Braydonâs generation.
Heather stopped and looked into Braydonâs eyes. She said helplessly, âGinny is still young. Donât give her too much pressure.â
âWhy do you say that?â
Braydon was stunned.
Heather rolled her eyes and snapped, âI used to call you Stinky Braydon, but you didnât care. Let me tell you the reason why. Ginny is growing older.
âThe more she knows about you, the more she will understand that you were already famous in Hansworth when you were young. You are holding a high position at a young age and are the leader of the 100 generals in the military!
âOthers may not care, but Ginny will.
âBecause you are her brother, and she is your sister.
âSince her older brother is so dazzling, she will definitely attract the attention of outsiders. The world will even compare you and your sister. When that time comes, the rumors in the outside world cause Ginny to be pressured.â
Heather was a girl, so she was more conscious of things like this. Braydon was a boy after all. He seemed indifferent, but he had the air of a domineering lord.
In this aspect, Braydon was inferior to Heather.
After all, girls were more meticulous than boys.
Many things that Braydon did not notice; Heather had already noticed.
That was why she said that.
Braydon carried the fate of the country and was destined to be extraordinary in this life.
All the third generation children of the Neal family would feel the pressure because of Braydonâs existence.
Braydon held Heatherâs hand and chuckled. âIâve never thought about this before, but I donât think Ginny would think that way!â
As they spoke, the two of them turned to look at the little girl.
Ginny followed her teacher, Miranda. She was very curious about everything about the Preston main team and was not afraid.
âMiranda, let the martial arts examination begin!â Braydon said indifferently as he arrived..