The Strongest War God-Chapter 1937: Dare to Buy Anything

"Yes, sir!"

Lucian Cross and the other two retreated.

"Braydon, did you bring it back?" The demon youth quickly stood up and cupped his hands.

"Maknum’s body!"

Braydon Neal chuckled and pulled something out—a corpse.

It was the body of Maknum Zaccardo.

When he was alive, he was a level nine existence.

He was later killed by Lukyan Flerov.

Excitement flashed in the demon youth’s eyes.

"There are two buyers," the young man in the robe said calmly. "I wonder, who will you sell it to?"

"Can your path realm handle a living level nine creature?"

Braydon handed the body directly to the demon youth.

Money in hand, goods in hand.

The demon youth was overjoyed.

He raised his hand and stored the body away.

Instead of leaving, he asked in shock, "Do you really have a level nine transcendent?"

"Naturally!"

Braydon had never denied it.

In his small world, there was a prison where that madman had imprisoned over ten thousand transcendent-level experts.

Among them, there was no shortage of level nine transcendents.

He wasn’t sure if the path realm could handle it.

The young man in the robe understood well how terrifying a level nine transcendent was.

He was actually imprisoned.

Moreover, this kind of existence was a ruler in the Nine Illusion Sea.

In terms of value, it was ten or even a hundred times more valuable than the dead Maknuml.

Being alive meant their path of transcendence was complete.

Unlike Maknum’s body, whose path was likely severely damaged.

The young man in the robe hesitated for a moment, then smiled bitterly.

"A living level nine transcendent is priceless. Even if I wanted to buy it, I wouldn’t be able to take it away."

A living level nine transcendent expert was not someone he could deal with.

Braydon spoke softly, "The lord of the path realm is also a Path Lord. He’s an ancient being, with cultivation close to level ten. He’s probably existed for eight eras!"

One universe, one opportunity!

In the past, seven of the eight great universes had collapsed.

Only the one controlled by Heather Sage remained.

If this universe also collapsed...

In the vast void, there was no place for the weak.

Outside the universe, the lowest existence capable of surviving was a transcendent, even in the various ancient realms.

Braydon understood the long history of the path realm.

The Path Lord’s cultivation level was nearing that of a level ten transcendent.

He had even set the rules: Transcendents from the outside world were forbidden from trespassing into the path realm.

Anyone who tried would be challenging the Path Lord—and they would be killed.

An existence like the Path Lord was far more complex than outsiders believed.

Braydon clasped his hands behind his back and said, "For many years, the Path Lord has been ambitious. He wants to open a forbidden area in the Nine Illusion Sea, and he needs many level nine 9 creatures to assist him!

"Though the body is good, the path of transcendence was destroyed long ago. It might produce a level eight creature, but producing a level nine transcendent is nearly impossible!

"A living level nine transcendent who has completed the path of transcendence—the Path Lord won’t ignore that."

As Braydon spoke, he moved past the young man, turning the conversation toward the Path Lord.

Hearing this, the young man in the robe fell into deep thought.

He had some knowledge of these matters.

The white-robed youth before him seemed to understand the Path Lord very well. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

He was clearly not from the current generation.

It was highly likely this was an old being who had re-cultivated.

The young man in the robe’s eyes lit up. He asked decisively, "A living level nine transcendent expert is incredibly valuable. If you sell it, it won’t be cheap, right?"

"It’s not expensive. 100,000 peak resources!"

Braydon was asking for resources capable of nurturing 100,000 peak experts.

His appetite was not small.

These demands were no small sum for the path realm.

"Too much!" the young man shook his head.

"Not at all. The path realm has existed for ages, and the treasures it’s amassed are beyond your imagination. As the master of the path realm, the Path Lord knows exactly how much it holds."

"Get everything ready. I’ll give you what you want." Braydon turned and walked away.

"Wait, how can I trust you?"

Braydon couldn’t help but laugh at his serious tone.

Swoosh!

He brought him into the entrance of his small world, with the demon youth following.

The two entered the small world.

The demon youth’s goal had already been accomplished—he had obtained Maknum’s body.

Now that he was here, he saw it as a chance to broaden his horizons.

Looking around, he asked in surprise, "Is this your small world?"

"Come with me."

Braydon led them through the Sea of Gods.

"You..." The young man’s eyes lit up as he whispered, "The Sea of Gods that vanished is actually with you!"

"Come in!"

Braydon approached the Innate Yin-Yang Diagram.

Below this formation was the prison, containing more than ten thousand cages.

Inside each cage was a transcendent.

Half were low-level transcendents, but there were many high-level ones as well.

The young man in the robe was stunned when he entered.

Looking at one of the prisons, he spotted a sleeping creature and exclaimed, "An eighth-level transcendent?"

"That’s a level nine!" the demon youth corrected, walking to cell 1488.

The level nine transcendent expert inside had once communicated with Braydon.

Unlike the others, he wasn’t asleep.

Since Braydon’s last visit, he had made up his mind to wait for Braydon’s return, hoping to use him to escape.

Now, the opportunity had come!

"You’re back, kid." A spiritual fluctuation echoed from cell 1488. "Your cultivation has progressed quickly. You’ve already reached the thirteenth level of the heavenly immortal realm!"

Braydon smiled.

Not only had his cultivation reached the great fulfillment heavenly immortal realm, but he had also merged with 60,000 Dharma Idols.

"I came to see you!" Braydon replied.

The level nine transcendent expert seized the opportunity. "Help me escape, and I’ll grant you the path of transcendence."

"We’ll discuss that later. There’s another deal on the table today."

"What do you think?" Braydon added nonchalantly.

"Aside from being a bit weakened, the transcendents trapped here are completely unharmed. Their path of transcendence is intact. How did you get this place?" The young man was genuinely astonished.

"You don’t need to worry about that," Braydon replied calmly. "100,000 peak resources and a level nine transcendent expert. No negotiations."

"Give me a day."

The young man couldn’t make the decision on his own. He had to report to the higher-ups.

Regardless of what they decided, one day would be enough to get an answer.

"Alright, you have one day." Braydon nodded.

"Which one? Can I buy one?" the demon youth suddenly asked.

"Sure!" Braydon glanced at him and smiled.

"I may not be able to afford a level nine transcendent expert, but how much for a level eight transcendent expert?" the demon youth asked just as he finished speaking.

The transcendents in the nearby cells opened their eyes, all stunned!

They had seemed asleep before, but they had woken up when Braydon arrived and had been eavesdropping.

Now, they vaguely understood.

Damn it, this kid was planning to sell them all off?

They were being sold like goods!

This was too much.

They had all been renowned figures in the past, and if it weren’t for that madman capturing them, they would still be free in the world.