The Strongest War God

Chapter 1500: Eight Million People

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Braydon Neal lay on the bed with Heather Sage in his arms and slowly closed his eyes.

Spirit Sea, Hall of Souls.

Braydon, dressed in white, suddenly appeared.

He was actually the primordial chaos banished immortal!

He made a brief public appearance before heading straight to Beckham Jovel and the other two soul slaves.

In the secret chamber of the Hall of Souls.

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“Your Highness!” The three of them bowed and cupped their hands.

“The Five-Element World belongs to me from now on. I want to bring a group of people from the 8th ruin over,” the primordial chaos banished immortal declared, asking for control of the ninth level of the Hall of Souls.

The three soul slaves were shocked but quickly responded, “Your Highness has the Soul Master Token. The entire Hall of Souls belongs to you!”

“I wonder how many people Your Highness is going to bring and when will they arrive?” Beckham asked.

“Eight million people in a month!” the primordial chaos banished immortal announced, then turned and left.

They were all shocked.

They knew that the primordial chaos banished immortal in front of them was one of Braydon’s tribulation bodies.

As for Braydon’s true body, he had left the Spirit Sea to do something else.

However, the three soul slaves had not expected that Braydon would actually arrange for eight million people to enter.

“What’s the problem?” The primordial chaos banished immortal stopped and frowned.

“Nothing!”

The three soul slaves didn’t dare to object; they were just shocked.

“Get ready,” the primordial chaos banished immortal said calmly. “The first batch of people will arrive soon. Send the soul slaves to the 8th ruin to receive them.”

“Yes, sir!” The three of them bowed.

The primordial chaos banished immortal disappeared in a flash, returning to the top floor of the Hall of Souls in Braydon’s original appearance.

Other than a few people from the Hall of Souls, everyone else thought Braydon was there all year round.

Little did they know that Braydon’s original body had already returned to the capital.

The terrifying part of the Hundred Tribulations Heavenly Art was that you couldn’t tell the difference between the tribulation body and the true body.

After mastering the Hundred Tribulations Heavenly Art, even if the original body died, the tribulation body could still survive.

At the later stages of cultivation, the boundary between the tribulation body and the main body was extremely blurry.

It was impossible to tell!

The Spirit Sea and the capital were two completely different worlds.

The atmosphere of life was completely different.

The Spirit Sea was filled with cultivators—a paradise for cultivators and warriors.

Outside, ordinary people and martial artists coexisted, creating a world filled with smoke and fire.

When Braydon woke up, the sky was already bright.

Heather had woken up early and personally sent off the representatives of the hundred countries.

The hundred-countries meeting had ended, and Braydon had even given out twenty virtual artifacts, now in the hands of various empires.

“Aren’t you afraid they’ll leak Earth’s coordinates if you give them a virtual artifact?” Heather asked softly after she returned.

“They’re not that stupid. If they attract enemies from the cosmos, it will be difficult for them to survive.”

When Braydon handed them the virtual artifact, he had already instructed them: using a virtual artifact to enter the Second Universe, they must not reveal Earth’s secrets.

Braydon had clearly explained the consequences to them.

In the universe, life planets could be traded, and they were very expensive.

In the cosmos, some forces specialized in this kind of business, selling life planets and the natives they nurtured.

At that point, no matter who bought it, the life planet became someone else’s personal property, and the natives born on it were considered slaves.

Braydon explained the pros and cons thoroughly.

The various empires assured him they would not leak any information about Earth, not wanting to attract a great enemy from the cosmos.

Moreover, the empires did not want to miss the opportunity to come into contact with the cosmos.

Heather stretched lazily.

“Go wake Trevon up. I’ll go wake Judith. After that, we’ll go back to Preston to see Grandma.”

“Okay!”

Braydon entered Trevon Neal’s room and found the little one curled up under the blanket, breathing evenly as if sleeping soundly.

However, the virtual artifact on his wrist was faintly emitting a hazy light, indicating that Trevon’s consciousness was in the Second Universe.

Braydon smiled helplessly.

He sat by the bed and closed his eyes.

Through his own virtual artifact, his consciousness also entered the Second Universe.

He wanted to see what Trevon was doing every day when he stubbornly entered the Second Universe.

As expected, Trevon arrived at the battle arena the moment he entered the Second Universe.

For the entire night, he fought with people in the arena.

His stunning performance attracted the attention of many forces, each throwing him an olive branch.

Trevon ignored them all, occupying a stage.

After each match, he stayed put, waiting for the next opponent assigned to him.

Until Braydon arrived.

As soon as he entered, he heard a commotion.

Everyone’s attention was on Stage No. 66, where a little boy with sixteen wings had killed an eminent saint realm expert with a saber.

The battle was clean and straightforward, without any sloppiness!

The frost world battle stage dissipated.

Trevon had won yet another round.

179 matches, 179 wins!

Not a single defeat!

A 100% win rate holder.

Trevon was still not satisfied and didn’t know his father had already arrived.

He stood in the battle arena, his small face full of seriousness, and raised his head, saying, “I want to challenge a holy master!”

“What?”

“This little guy must be crazy!”

“Not yet at the saint realm, yet he wishes to challenge a holy master!”

“You must know that a holy master is not someone an eminent saint can compare to.”

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The battle arena was instantly in an uproar.

Everyone looked at Trevon.

“Trevon!” Braydon frowned.

“Dad!” Trevon’s little face instantly turned awkward.

He realized he had been in there for too long.

Otherwise, his father wouldn’t have come in to look for him.

Instantly, Trevon obediently walked down the stage.

His little hand grabbed onto Braydon’s clothes, and he asked pitifully, “Dad, Mom isn’t angry, is she?”

“Very angry!”

Braydon deliberately pulled a long face.

Seeing his father’s anger, Trevon immediately lowered his head obediently, not knowing what to do.

“How many times has your battle power amplification reached?” Braydon asked, both angry and amused.

“I don’t know!”

Trevon had never measured his battle power amplification before.

However, the amplification of his battle strength was probably beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

To be able to kill an eminent saint before entering the saint realm meant his combat strength had been amplified by tens of thousands of times.

“Are you Braydon?” Paxton Foreman, dressed in white, chuckled.

“Foreman?” Braydon felt Paxton’s aura—the aura of a Foreman cultivator.

“Since you’ve come in, why don’t you stay a little longer?” Paxton nodded lightly.

“Not interested!”

Braydon knew Heather was still waiting outside.

Today, they agreed to go back to Preston together.

If they delayed any longer, not only would Trevon be blamed, but he would also be implicated.

Braydon held Trevon’s hand and wanted to leave.

However, he had thought too simply of the battle arena.

The people in the arena were not good people.

Cultivators who dared to stay here would go down and fight from time to time.

When they met a suitable opponent, they would issue a challenge regardless of whether they won or lost.

Here, there were very few disputes.

Everyone’s battle was to borrow the strength of their opponents to verify their martial arts.

When they encountered a bottleneck, they hoped to use a life-and-death battle to force out their potential and break through.

Little did they know that this kind of investment, squeezing out potential, would make them pay a painful price in the future.