The Strongest War God-Chapter 1935: Who Dares to Offend Me?
Chapter 1935: Who Dares to Offend Me?
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The volume increased.
Everyone heard it.
The cultivators who had entered the fourth floor couldn’t help but glance over, their eyes filled with killing intent.
There were no rules in Maknum.
In broad daylight, people would kill and steal treasures.
At the same time, Lucian Cross and the other two also looked over and frowned.
However, when Lucian shifted his gaze, his pupils suddenly constricted.
Braydon Neal, dressed in white, was standing there.
"Commander!" Marlowe Spears said in a low voice.
Lucian noticed him too. "Don’t act rashly," he said solemnly. "The commander has his reasons for coming."
"Yes, sir!" The three of them remained still.
Damian Fowler’s eyes were filled with killing intent. "No one will care if I kill the two of you here. I’ll take 30%, and you can split the rest. Otherwise, I don’t mind taking everything."
"You!" Milo Simmons had no choice. He couldn’t help but glance at Braydon and said reluctantly, "Brother, I..."
"It’s fine. I’d like to see how he plans to take all of it," Braydon chuckled lightly.
"Provoking me?" Damian, who had long disliked Braydon, flashed a fierce look in his eyes. "I’ll start with you!"
Swoosh!
He attacked on the spot.
"Impudent!"
Lucian unleashed his aura, his entire presence radiating iron-blooded killing intent that enveloped the scene.
The cold sword at his waist was instantly unsheathed.
Marlowe and Stellan Jacome followed suit, drawing their cold sabers.
The auras of the three immortal supremes erupted, and cold killing intent filled the air.
Damian was stunned, unable to comprehend why the three were targeting him.
Lucian and the others approached Braydon, bent down, and knelt on one knee.
They drove their cold swords into the ground and shouted:
"Lucian Cross of the Northern Army pays his respects to the commander!"
"Marlowe Spears of the Northern Army pays his respects to the commander!"
"Stellan Jacome of the Northern Army pays his respects to the commander!"
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Marlowe and Stellan bowed.
Braydon smiled faintly. "Get up. Your progress is not bad. You can stay here for a few days, then head back to Wollo. I’ll order some of the Northern Army disciples to return. All the regimental commanders will need to go back."
"Yes, sir!"
Lucian and the other two regarded the commander as their lifelong faith.
From the day the Northern Army was born, they only acknowledged the commander.
The descendants of the Northern Army were loyal only to their military leader.
It was that way in the past, and it would remain the same in the future!
Braydon had auctioned off the transcendent body and acquired a large number of items similar to the Great Path Primordial Chaos Fruit from various major races.
There was also the Innate Heart.
All of these were used to cultivate the peak.
Braydon wanted to ensure that all the regimental commanders of the Northern Army reached their peak.
It was the birth of the first batch of peak experts in the Northern Army.
"Brother, you..." Milo, who was standing nearby, was dumbfounded.
"If you have time, you can visit Wollo. The cultivation environment there isn’t bad, and someone will take care of you when you arrive."
Braydon was essentially telling Milo that if he wanted to sell the jade slip, the best place to go was Wollo.
In Wollo, those protected by the Northern Army were untouchable.
Even the heavens wouldn’t dare interfere!
It would guarantee Milo’s safety.
"Brother, no—senior, who are you?" Milo asked in astonishment.
"Transcendents have to bow their heads when they see me, and peak experts have to kneel."
It was a simple statement.
The entire area fell silent.
The people around them stared at him in horror.
Who exactly was this young man in plain cotton clothes?
How could he speak with such arrogance?
Transcendents would bow, and peak-level cultivators would kneel before him?
Damian was so terrified that he almost wet his pants. He had an overwhelming urge to turn and flee.
"You haven’t taken your things yet. How can you leave?" Braydon asked softly.
"I was blind not to recognize Senior..."
Damian couldn’t finish his sentence.
"A disciple of the Immortal Alliance?" Braydon looked at him and asked softly.
"Yes, I am an elder of the Immortal Alliance..."
He hadn’t even finished speaking.
"Kill him," Braydon said calmly.
Swoosh!
Stellan drew his sword and slashed.
Under the power of the immortal supreme, the man’s head was severed, and his soul was destroyed.
His body and soul were obliterated.
Everyone was stunned.
Lucian scoffed disdainfully, "The flag of the Immortal Alliance means nothing in front of the Northern Army. Even the elders of the Immortal Alliance respect the commander as if he were a god. They kneel before him. Who do you think you are?"
As he spoke, a terrifying pressure descended from the sky.
An old, peak-level figure in a black robe—an immortal being—descended, attacking the restrictions on the eleventh palace, causing the entire structure to tremble.
"Bastard!" Lucian shouted up at him.
"Reprimanding me?"
The old immortal’s eyes grew cold.
He could tell Lucian was merely an immortal supreme, yet he dared to stand in his way.
Just as he was about to unleash his fury and kill this "ant," another peak-level immortal appeared.
"Stop!" shouted a white-robed elder.
"Brother?" the black-robed figure turned to look at him.
"Have you lost your mind? Have you forgotten Sect Master’s request?" the white-robed elder asked in a low voice. "There is a branch of the human race that cannot be touched lightly. Anyone wearing black armor, black gold boots, and carrying black battle swords must not be harmed or killed!"
"The Northern Army?"
The black-robed man suddenly remembered, breaking out in a cold sweat.
He couldn’t help but glance over again.
Lucian’s Northern Army sword made him shiver.
The peak figures of all six races knew exactly who the elite soldiers of the Northern Army were.
Touching them was a direct provocation to that terrifying existence of the human race.
His tone softened. "Brother, there are treasures here. Let me break the barriers first, and you’ll get a share."
"No need," Lucian rejected him calmly. "The Commander is resting in the palace. If you dare force your way in, disturbing the palace’s foundation and the Commander’s rest, it will be considered a provocation to the Northern Army!"
