The Strongest War God-Chapter 1942: The Fresh-clothed Young Man
Chapter 1942: The Fresh-clothed Young Man
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
They had all just arrived today!
Three young men and one young woman sat by the window.
The older male cultivator held his teacup, glaring at the demon race beings at the neighboring table.
Angrily, he said, "What are the higher-ups of our race doing? For the past half month, those demon race transcendents have been rampaging through our territory, and not a single one of our transcendents has stepped in."
"Are we afraid of them?"
His question seemed to strike a chord with the nearby patrons.
The female cultivator next to him shook her head. "After all, they are transcendents from the five races, and they’ve joined forces. There are too many of them—more than seventy transcendents. It’s a huge burden for the human race."
"Exactly. The human race only has ten transcendents. Thanks to the auction, the other races gained a large number of transcendents. Their numbers have skyrocketed, while our human race has the fewest transcendents of all the races!"
Someone else chimed in.
The older male cultivator scowled in frustration. "I really don’t understand what our higher-ups were thinking. We had so many transcendent bodies, so why sell them?"
"If our experts refined all those bodies, we could’ve produced at least fifty or sixty transcendents, maybe even more. By then, the human race would be the most respected among all the races. Who would dare act so arrogantly in Wollo?"
The elderly cultivator’s voice was heavy with resentment.
Because of these decisions, the human cultivators had lost the pride they once felt when confronting disciples of other races.
Meanwhile, at the next table, the demon creatures were laughing.
A bull-horned cultivator gulped down a mouthful of liquor and laughed boisterously. "Haha! Lord Golden Flood Dragon led fifteen of our transcendents to rampage through human territory for half a month. It was so satisfying!"
"The legend of the human race has been shattered. Their leaders were complete fools to auction off their transcendent bodies. They used to have the most transcendent bodies of the six major races, but now they’re at the bottom," said a goat-headed figure with a human body, a smug look on his face.
Their joy was palpable—they still hadn’t forgotten the humiliation of a transcendent demon being forced to death by Braydon Neal in Maknum.
"Don’t think it was just your demon race that made this happen. The transcendents from our immortal race also had a hand in this," added a native immortal cultivator from the opposite table.
"Every family has contributed. Let’s see if the human race still dares to be arrogant in the future." The bull-horned cultivator raised his cup and laughed heartily.
Such discussions were rampant throughout Wollo.
Some hot-blooded human cultivators couldn’t stand these comments and started brawling.
There were victories!
But there were also those who faced defeat and humiliation.
Luther Carden, standing atop the palace, observed everything happening in the city.
"The peaceful life has been shattered, and external threats have resurfaced. You who still live comfortably should work harder to cultivate."
Luther’s eyes were calm.
It was important to remember that today’s situation was all caused by Braydon.
Wollo had enjoyed peace for too long, which had gradually dulled the ambition of many cultivators.
Luring foreign enemies into the country was also a way to inspire the human disciples.
In Wollo, the fights had been increasing daily.
A life-and-death battle had already begun.
On a spacious street in the eastern part of the city, Lucian Cross, dressed in black armor with a cold sword at his waist, heard many comments and witnessed numerous battles along the way.
He was aware of a demon in a nearby restaurant who dared to insult Braydon.
Inside the restaurant, the bull-horned cultivator, who had been downing wine, lost his composure. "What human Ancestor Neal? He doesn’t even dare to fart in front of us demon lords!"
"Impudent!" At the neighboring table, a young man suddenly stood up. "You’re not allowed to insult the Ancestor Neal!"
The young man, dressed in fresh clothes, pulled out the sword at his waist, his face flushed with anger.
"Oh, little one, you dare to draw your sword at me?" The bull-horned cultivator wasn’t weak; he practiced the demonic path.
His might surged as demonic Qi soared into the sky, clearly indicating he was at the demon supreme realm—equivalent to an immortal supreme.
The young man in fresh clothes was only at the immortal realm, leaving a gap of three major realms between them.
How could he hope to match this beast?
"Kneel down!"
The bull-horned creature shouted, unleashing a rolling pressure that swept down like a mountain crashing down.
The young man’s face turned pale, blood seeping from the corner of his lips.
His thin body swayed like a small boat in the wind, threatening to collapse at any moment.
None of the cultivators in the hall offered any help.
The young man in fresh clothes had a stubborn look in his eyes. "How can a human disciple kneel down to a beast like you?!"
"You’re courting death!" The bull-horned cultivator flew into a rage and attacked with his palm.
Hidden among the patrons in the teahouse were powerful human cultivators.
A middle-aged man, an immortal king, flicked his finger, striking the bull-horned cultivator and instantly revealing his true form—a black bull.
"In the territory of our human race, it’s not your place to be impudent!" The middle-aged man made his move, which caused the other demons to react.
An old man slowly stood up and said, "You humans have long lost your former glory. Do you still want to cling to the remnants of a glory you shouldn’t have?"
Boom!
The pressure of the demon celestial suddenly enveloped the entire restaurant.
A true demon celestial!
He seemed to be the strongest presence in the place.
"Human, Secondo Laidler. Please advise me!" The immortal king middle-aged man spoke slowly, his face pale.
He was prepared to challenge a celestial-level creature with his immortal king body.
No more nonsense!
They would fight for their lives to defend their race’s dignity.
The gap between an immortal king and a demon celestial was immense.
"An ant trying to shake a tree. You don’t know your place!" The old man shook his head, and in an instant, he attacked.
Raising his hand, the might of a demon celestial filled the entire area.
The immortal king middle-aged man’s skin cracked as if he were about to explode into a cloud of blood mist.
At that moment, a figure in black robes stepped into the restaurant.
As they entered, the wind howled, and clouds rolled across the vast sky for ten thousand miles.
Lucian moved to the side of the middle-aged man, helping him shake off the pressure from the old man’s palm.
The black cold sword at his waist was instantly unsheathed.
Swoosh!
The black light resembled a black chain, filled with a domineering true intent.
There was no more nonsense as he slashed out with his sword.
The pressure at the peak of the immortal path swept across 90,000 miles.
The sword battle with the demon celestial occurred in the blink of an eye.
The old man’s body was severed on the spot, revealing his true form—a two-headed python.
His soul left his body, filled with fear.
"This place is Wollo, the headquarters of the human race. How dare the demons set foot here?" Lucian slashed out with his sword, aiming to destroy his soul.
He continued, "You dare to insult my Northern Army commander here?"
Before he sheathed his sword, he declared, "You shall be killed! If you harm a human disciple here, your soul will be cut off! This place is the home of the human race. Have you ever been allowed to set foot here? Those who trespass without permission will be killed without mercy!"
Lucian was filled with killing intent as he slashed at the black bull.
How could this beast that insulted Braydon be allowed to live?
Soon after, Lucian took out his Northern Army sword, holding it aloft over Wollo.
He roared, "The blood of our comrades has been spilled by the demon race. According to the eight laws of the Northern Army, anyone who harms our disciples will be exterminated!"
