The Strongest War God

Chapter 1459: What Do You Want to Do?

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Speak!”

Braydon Neal didn’t mind this kind of request.

Without these four people’s help, he would have likely fallen.

“I’ve been suppressing my cultivation realm for the past few years,” Bryson Janvrin said in a low voice. “Recently, I can’t suppress it anymore. I might break through to the eminent saint realm at any time.”

“However, once you reach the eminent saint realm, you can’t enter the 99 worlds of the saint realm level! There’s a supreme treasure on the seventh level!”

As Bryson spoke, a hint of desire flashed in his eyes.

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“A spear supreme treasure?” Braydon asked with a faint smile.

“That’s right!” Bryson confirmed.

Jaron Fadler was annoyed. “You sure ask for a lot. I didn’t think too much when I came to help Braydon!”

“That’s not a problem. You can ask around and find out what the supreme treasures of each small world are. I’ll help you get one each!” Braydon promised.

“Really?” Dariel Jaggers asked, pleasantly surprised.

“Really!” Braydon affirmed.

Jru Lawler said coldly, “Treasures are hard to come by. Otherwise, no one would have obtained them in the past 10,000 years. Moreover, if you want to obtain a treasure, you have to make an enemy out of all the cultivators in the world.”

“No worries!”

Braydon led the four of them out.

As he did, the mysterious power surrounding the entire frost world disappeared without a sound.

The connection between the Hall of Souls and the frost world was established.

Swoosh!

The three soul slaves appeared.

Beckham Jovel ignored the outsiders and knelt on one knee, his face pale and cold sweat dripping down.

He lowered her head and said, “It’s us three who are useless. We caused Your Highness to suffer such a killing tribulation, and we only just arrived!”

“What does my killing tribulation have to do with you?” Braydon was puzzled.

What did his own cultivation have to do with the three of them?

Issac Irwin and Carlisle Jaynes knelt down and explained with a bitter smile, “Your Highness, if you die, I’m afraid this Hall of Souls will be buried with you!”

If Braydon really died, the eight lineage masters of the human race would probably make a move, descend here, reverse spacetime, and revive Braydon!

Sverre Fulmer and the others were secretly shocked.

They exchanged glances; they hadn’t expected Braydon’s status to be so great.

Not only the geniuses of the Neal family, but the three most terrifying old fellows of the Hall of Souls actually addressed him as ‘Your Highness’.

It was obvious that Braydon’s status was above the three soul slaves.

“I want to kill people in the Hall of Souls. Do you have any objections?” Braydon asked calmly.

There was a brief silence.

“No objections!” Beckham and Issac looked at each other and said.

This could be considered compensation!

Killing was strictly prohibited in the various regions of the Hall of Souls other than the arena.

This was the rule of the Hall of Souls!

Those who violated the rules would be severely punished by the Hall of Souls.

However, these rules were ultimately about dividing people in the end!

For example, if Braydon wanted to kill people in the Hall of Souls, could the Hall of Souls’ artifact spirit stop him?

If the artifact spirit dared to have evil thoughts, it would probably not live for more than three seconds.

The people secretly paying attention to Braydon were all high-level beings in the cosmos.

The eight lineage masters and the Yin Yang Holy Master were ruthless individuals.

The core higher-ups of the human race in the cosmos were all watching in secret.

Therefore, whoever touched Braydon would die!

The three soul slaves protected Braydon and the others, and they left the frost world instantly.

On the first level of the Hall of Souls, Braydon appeared.

The various areas in the hall were bustling with noise.

However, many people did not seem to know that a god of death had returned today.

The leisure area had the most people.

Groups of three to five drank and chatted, and there were even people trading items with each other.

The Hall of Souls was all-encompassing.

Braydon, dressed in a snow-white robe, walked straight to the leisure area with a murderous aura around him.

He held an item in his left hand—the primordial chaos sword.

“What are you doing?”

Someone noticed something was wrong with Braydon and asked warily, immediately attracting the attention of many people.

“Other than the Stone family members, the rest will leave the Hall of Souls,” Braydon’s thin lips moved slightly.

“Braydon Neal, what do you want to do?”

A handsome young man stood up at Table 5 in the lounge area, his eyes filled with anger. He was from the Stone family!

Braydon brandished his sword with his left hand and moved like a ghost.

With just one slash, the air of chaos filled the leisure area.

The expressions of the nearby cultivators changed drastically, and they instantly fled.

Table 5 was torn to pieces on the spot.

The handsome young man’s head was separated from his body, slain by a single sword strike.

The entire place fell silent.

“You dare to attack in the Hall of Souls?” Someone retreated in fear.

“It is forbidden to fight within the Hall of Souls. Regardless of whether you are right or wrong, you will be killed by the Hall of Souls,” another explained, highlighting why the Hall of Souls was usually so harmonious.

There were strict rules, but today, these rules were useless against Braydon.

Braydon was determined to cleanse the Stone family, and no one could stop him.

Not even the three soul slaves dared to show themselves.

They knew Braydon had almost died this time, which had already caused dissatisfaction among Lauritz Hagan, Bilal Yarbro, and the higher-ups of the human race in the cosmos.

In the Hall of Souls, built by the human race, Braydon had almost died, and his family didn’t even have the right to intervene.

If this matter spread, it would be a disgrace.

The three soul slaves, who had lived in the Hall of Souls for ten thousand years, understood the gravity of the situation.

They had almost watched Braydon die.

The three soul slaves were in the wrong, so they could only let Braydon do as he pleased.

No one dared to stand up and stop Braydon.

At this moment, the huge Hall of Souls was in chaos, particularly the leisure area.

From the moment Braydon killed someone, the Hall of Souls made no movements.

Not only did they refrain from killing Braydon, but they also didn’t react at all.

What was even more terrifying was the absence of any Hall of Souls officials showing themselves.

Who dared to reveal themselves?

Doing so would likely lead to death!

Braydon held the primordial chaos sword and charged into the entire leisure area.

Wherever the blade pointed, Stone family members fell.

When the outsiders saw this, they decisively left the Hall of Souls and headed outside.

They absolutely couldn’t get involved in today’s mess.

Even the Hall of Souls adopted a silent and indulgent attitude.

Outsiders wouldn’t be able to interfere.

The number of people in the lounge area decreased by three-quarters in an instant.

Even so, there were still more than eight thousand people present, almost all of them from the Stone family.

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In the leisure area, a man in his fifties wore a purple-gold robe and held a bronze rod, emitting a powerful pressure.

The pressure of a holy master!

This was a holy master-level figure, also an expert of the Stone family.

His name was Harwell Stone, a famous soul slave of the Hall of Souls.

Born in the Stone family, he cultivated all the way to the holy master realm with the help of the Hall of Souls’ resources.

“Braydon Neal, what are you trying to do?” he asked with an ugly expression.

“Even your masters in the cosmos need to call me Your Highness, but you call me by my name. Who do you think you are?” Braydon remained as arrogant as ever.

After the eight lineage masters found out that Braydon cultivated the Hundred Tribulations Heavenly Art, his identity had already changed.

Now, people like Bilal Yarbro didn’t dare to call Braydon by his name; they even addressed him as Your Highness.

A mere soul slave of the Hall of Souls dared to call Braydon by his name.

He was truly courting death!

There were only two practitioners of the Hundred Tribulations Heavenly Art so far.