The Strongest War God

Maximilan Kerr looked down on the seven great families of Preston, and he also looked down on the Sage family.

In his eyes, the Sage family was ultimately just a small local powerhouse.

As he said, there were not even a few proper martial artists here.

But he, Maximilan, aside from his identity as an apothecary, was a genuine seventh-level warlord martial artist.

Therefore, his attitude toward the Sage family was one of blatant contempt.

Maximilan did not hide his contempt.

It was to make it clear that the Sages had no right to bargain with him!

The Sage family would either accept his offer or not cooperate with him.

Old Lady Sage sat at the head of the table. She had lived for decades and had a reputation in Preston. When had she ever been humiliated like this?

People from wealthy families cared the most about face.

The upper-class people were concerned about face, the middle-class people were concerned about money, and the lower-class people were concerned about fighting.

These were the words left behind by their ancestors.

The Sage family invited Maximilan over and treated him well.

They had never neglected this distinguished guest.

Now, they had exchanged their respect for humiliation!

The old lady was already so old and had just recovered from a serious illness. How could she stand this kind of vexation? She spat out a mouthful of blood.

“Pfft!”

Blood splattered in the living room.

Braydon’s expression changed drastically as he entered the living room in a flash. He supported the old lady with one hand and used his fingers to circulate his force to help the flow of Qi in her body.

Maximilan was slightly shocked. Braydon was fast when he came in, but it was not his full speed.

“I didn’t expect such a young martial artist to exist in a small city like Preston. It seems that you have the strength of a lower-rank warlord. You are considered a little genius in the provincial city…”

Smack!

Braydon turned his hand and slapped Maximilan on the cheek.

He sent the man flying with a slap, not giving him a chance to retaliate.

Harold and Heather arrived later. When they saw this scene, they were extremely shocked and furious.

The only relative of this pair of siblings was their grandmother.

“Grandma, how are you?”

Heather’s eyes reddened. It was because she cared that she was afraid of losing her.

“Maximilan Kerr!” Harold was furious. “The Sage family has treated you as an honored guest. Have we ever neglected you? Why are you treating my grandmother like this?!”

Harold was furious and wanted to kill Maximilan.

Braydon said coldly, “Some martial artists are born to be high and mighty. They don’t care about ordinary people. In their eyes, weakness is a sin!”

This was Braydon’s explanation to Harold.

It also revealed the cruel nature of martial artists.

In the bones of most martial artists, they were high and mighty, looking down on ordinary people.

If it was not for the fact that the supervision of the five main teams had increased over the years.

With the nature of these martial artists, who knew what evil things they might do.

Heather’s eyes reddened. Braydon raised his left hand and caressed her delicate face. He wiped away her tears and said gently, “Don’t cry. Grandma is fine.”

“I’m much better. Braydon helped me with the flow of my Qi just now. Silly girl, why are you crying?”

Old Lady Sage calmed herself down, and her face regained some color.

It was Braydon who had used purple Qi to nourish the old lady’s body!

Braydon pulled a chair over and sat on it calmly. He raised his left arm and placed his head on his fist. He tilted his head and looked at Maximilan who was lying on the ground.

That slap just now had given Maximilan a concussion.

Braydon had plenty of time for him to regain his senses.

A moment later.

Maximilan regained some clarity, and his eyes were filled with shock and anger. He wanted to stand up as he said angrily, “Who ambushed me just now?”

“Me!”

Braydon tilted his head and closed his eyes. He raised his right hand slightly and released an invisible force!

Swoosh!

He made Maximilan kneel on the ground.

Braydon’s thin lips moved slightly. “It’s better for you to talk to me while

Imeeling on the ground!”

“You dare to humiliate me like this?”

Maximilan’s eyes turned red, he wanted to kill the youth in white.

When he was in Quill, even the people from the Central Plains main team had to give him some face.

Who dared to humiliate him like this?

Braydon glanced at him and smiled. “Not only do I dare to humiliate you, but I even dare to kill you!”

“Who… who are you?”

Maximilan regained some of his rationality and realized that he, a dignified seventh-level warlord, could not move under Braydon’s pressure.

This white-robed youth was at least a War God!

A War God who looked as handsome and young was rarely seen even in the provincial capital!

Maximilan’s eyes were filled with fear.

He was really unlucky to have provoked such a big shot for no reason!

Braydon tilted his head and closed his eyes. “It doesn’t matter who I am. How did you humiliate my grandmother just now?”

Maximilan was silent.

If he had known earlier, he would not have dared to be so arrogant!

But now, it was useless for him to regret.

Maximilan said hoarsely, “I know a few War God level characters in Quill!”

“Tell me!”

Braydon closed his eyes, full of patience.

Maximilan was forced to kneel on the ground, suffering humiliation. He said in a low voice, “My master is a War God level apothecary, and…”

Before he could finish his sentence.

“Are you talking about a national doctor?” Braydon interrupted him and chuckled.

“That’s right, He’s a national doctor!” Maximilan said proudly.

The status of a national doctor was more honorable than an ordinary War God!

This was because the number of national doctors was hundreds of times less than the number of War Gods.

Moreover, War Gods that were seriously injured had to seek help from the national doctors.

Maximilan felt that no matter what Braydon’s background was, he was bound to be wary of him and let him leave safely.

Unfortunately, he was thinking too much!

A mere national doctor was nothing in the eyes of King Braydon.

Even a pinnacle martial artist had to lower his head when he saw the Northern King!

Braydon propped up half of his cheek with his left hand and said lazily, “I have twelve national doctors under me, but none of them are as arrogant as you!”

“What?”

Maximilan was stunned.

In the next moment, his scalp went numb. He could not believe the words of the white-clothed youth in front of him.

However, looking at him sitting on the chair and looking relaxed and lazy, it did not seem like he was lying.

Who was this white-clothed youth?

Maximilan felt a bit of fear in his heart, making him very uneasy.

He suppressed the fear in his heart and shook his head with a sinister smile. “Impossible. In Hansworth, there are only a handful of national doctors. Where can you get 12 of them?”

This was indeed the truth!

People like national doctors were really rare in the outside world.

Each of them was a big shot with a reputation.

It was not strange that Maximilan did not believe it.

Unfortunately, there was a place in the vast Hansworth that outsiders did not understand!

That was the northern territory!

The northern army in the northern territory had many secrets.

How could outsiders understand!

Braydon, who was sitting on the chair, looked at Maximilan, who was kneeling in front of him, and smiled lightly. “The outside world doesn’t have 12 national doctors, but the northern territory has them!” “North… northern territory? Who are you?”

Maximilan was struggling.

He felt that he was about to die!

There was only one force in the northern territory, and that was the northern army, the leader of the seven elites of Hansworth! Braydon responded, “Northern army’s Braydon Neal!”