The Strongest War God

Chapter 1460: Calling Each Other Brothers

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The first was the founder.

She was once the empress of a generation, shaking the entire cosmos and peerless in her time!

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The eight lineage masters lowered their brows when they saw her.

The entire human race once took pride in her.

Because of her, the demons once feared the humans of the cosmos like tigers.

The Hundred Tribulations Heavenly Art created by the empress had been around for countless years, yet no one cultivated it or became its inheritor.

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However, after countless years, a second successor appeared: Braydon Neal!

The Hundred Tribulations Heavenly Art left in the depths of his soul didn’t require anyone to teach him.

It was as if he was born with it.

At this stage, he naturally understood the profound meaning of the Hundred Tribulations Heavenly Art.

One could imagine that in the territory of the human race in the cosmos, who would dare to touch him if he used the Hundred Tribulations Heavenly Art?

It didn’t matter if the empress was alive or not; those old fellows who were willing to follow her were still alive!

The core higher-ups of the human race in the cosmos were descendants of those old fellows.

The descendant of the empress, or rather, the successor of the empress, was born.

For the sake of the human race, the entire human race had to protect Braydon.

When she was at her peak, she had once protected the entire human race.

The current human race stood in the cosmos as a super race.

It would be a joke if they couldn’t protect the descendants of the empress.

At this moment, Harwell Stone’s old face contorted with displeasure.

He hadn’t expected Braydon to use such words to suppress him.

As a soul slave, Harwell had heard a little about Braydon.

He suppressed his anger and was willing to lower his voice to say, “Soul slave Harwell Stone greets Your Highness Braydon Neal. I don’t know why Your Highness slaughtered my Stone family’s disciples in public. This is not in line with the rules of the Hall of Souls, right?”

“I don’t need a reason to kill you!” Braydon replied with a light laugh, remaining calm.

Swoosh!

A gray figure flew out of Braydon’s body—the primordial chaos banished immortal had emerged!

The weapon in his hand was the primordial chaos sword, originally known as the Northern King Sword, a connate supreme treasure.

The primordial chaos banished immortal attacked brazenly, slashing with his sword.

Harwell’s expression changed drastically as he held the bronze rod with both hands to block.

Crack!

The blade of the Northern King Sword was incomparably sharp, cutting the bronze rod in half—despite being a holy master-level weapon.

Primordial chaos Qi filled the air as the blade landed on Harwell’s head, aiming to sever his physical body and destroy the seed of life.

A holy master was killed by him in the Hall of Souls.

In the next moment, several banished immortals flew out of Braydon’s body.

“Kill the Stone people without mercy!” he commanded.

Braydon sat by the window, sipping from a glass of wine as he gazed out at the sea.

He issued a killing order.

The ancient martial arts banished immortal released eight great path runes, increasing his combat strength tens of thousands of times.

The martial arts banished immortal, the green lotus banished immortal, and the Neal family banished immortal all charged out.

The five banished immortals joined forces to suppress the entire hall of the Hall of Souls.

More than 8,000 people in the leisure area were wiped out—three holy masters, over 100 eminent saints, and more than 7,000 saints—all slaughtered.

The entire hall was awash in blood, the stench assaulting the senses.

Yet Braydon remained calm, unperturbed by the banished immortals.

Each banished immortal possessed the battle prowess of a holy master, with the primordial chaos banished immortal even capable of slaying holy masters.

The Stone family members in the leisure area were all killed, and next on the list were the administrative and competition areas.

None of the Stone family cultivators in the Hall of Souls would survive.

Today, Braydon slaughtered the entire Hall of Souls, leaving those outside filled with terror.

The people of the Neal family were indeed born bold.

Wasn’t Braydon worried about the Stone family’s revenge?

Or perhaps he wasn’t concerned about sparking a family war?

Of course, Braydon wasn’t worried!

He had nearly been killed by the Stone family in the frost world.

How could he tolerate such an offense?

On the first level of the Hall of Souls, there lay 28,671 corpses—a scene reminiscent of the cruelest hell on earth.

Finally, an old man couldn’t bear it any longer.

“Your Highness, have you shed enough blood?”

The black-robed old man appeared, his voice trembling as he spoke.

He hailed from the Stone family, with a notable seniority in the Hall of Souls.

Continuing, the old man in the black robe said, “My family’s disciples once made you an enemy in the frost world. That was a conflict between members of the same generation. Others are innocent!”

“Innocent? In the frost world, I didn’t lay a hand on any member of the Stone family. Yet your family has over 10,000 individuals eager to see me dead. The reason is simple: if I succeed, I will wipe out your entire family!” Braydon retorted, his gaze piercing. “Everyone in your family wants me dead. Are they innocent?”

The Northern King Sword had never been tarnished with the blood of the innocent.

The entire Stone family desired Braydon’s demise.

Could they be deemed innocent?

It was absurd!

This group of people were like venomous snakes, striking whenever Braydon was vulnerable.

They couldn’t be allowed to live.

Leaving even one alive would spell disaster in the future.

The Neal family and the Stone family were at war; disciples from both sides were enemies.

How could enemies be considered innocent?

“The Hall of Souls has its own rules,” the black-robed old man eventually replied after a lengthy silence.

“Let’s discuss those rules. Summon the Yin Yang Holy Master to speak with me!” Braydon remained brazen, his tone unchanged.

In the secret chamber of the Hall of Souls, Beckham Jovel and the other two great soul slaves’ eyelids twitched.

Braydon’s call for the Yin Yang Holy Master was deemed disrespectful.

They didn’t even have the privilege of interacting with such a formidable figure.

Apart from the three soul slaves, the other soul slaves of the Hall of Souls likely didn’t even know who the Yin Yang Holy Master was, let alone have any contact with the humans of the cosmos.

In the black ark sailing through the dark expanse of the cosmos, Bilal Yarbro glanced at the screen and sighed.

“Lord Lauritz Hagan, should we disclose some information to His Highness Braydon about our race? And it’s Lord Yin Yang Holy Master; a bit of respect is warranted regardless!”

“He’s already acquainted with Yin Yang Holy Master,” Lauritz replied calmly. “You’re the one in the dark here!”

“What?” Bilal was taken aback.

“He’s likely to ascend straight to the core level upon his return to the family and might even address the eight lineage masters by name!” Lauritz sighed softly.

Bilal fell silent instantly, sensing the implications.

It was likely because the empress stood behind Braydon—the creator of the Hundred Tribulations Heavenly Art, as the second-generation successor of the art.

With such stature, he had every right to address the eight lineage masters by their names.

Meanwhile, inside the secret chamber of the Hall of Souls, the three soul slaves appeared.

“Your Highness, it’s not appropriate to address Lord Yin Yang so casually!” Beckham smiled wryly, bowing.

“It’s fine. When he returns to the human race, he’ll be a brother to the descendants of the eight lineages!” A resonant voice echoed from the depths of the entire Hall of Souls’ 9,999 levels.

It sounded like the voice of an artifact spirit, yet it also carried the weight of a formidable presence.

Who was the speaker?

“Who are you?” Braydon inquired softly.

“I am the creator of the Soul Tower,” came the dignified response.

Braydon chose to ignore the question altogether.

What race was he supposed to return to?

His roots were in the ancient eastern country, his home in Preston and the northern desert.

There was no race for him to return to.

Simultaneously, Braydon became aware that his every action was under surveillance.