The Strongest War God-Chapter 1922: The Auction

What was even more unusual was that other remnants of the ancient realm seemed to have also arrived in the Immortal Burial Ground.

All the resources in the universe were flowing into this land.

In the core palace of the human race in Wollo, a feminine-looking young man from the outer world came to the Immortal Burial Ground.

Along the way, no one dared to stop him.

The reason was simple: the human disciples in the Immortal Burial Ground followed the commands of Ancestor Neal.

Humans from the outer cosmos had all issued the order: that person was Ancestor Luther.

Luther Carden had arrived, summoned by Braydon Neal.

Many matters in the outside world were already being handled.

The center of the battlefield now lay within the Immortal Burial Ground.

Inside the palace, Luther entered and greeted him. "Brother!" he called out.

"Have a seat," Braydon replied. "I’ve informed them to come and welcome you. You’ve worked hard in the outside world all these years."

Outside the hall, a simple-minded fellow was walking and eating a bunch of immortal fruits. "Cripple Carden, why are you here?" Luke Yates asked curiously.

"Your cultivation is advancing quickly! You’ve already reached the god king realm?" Luther remarked with a smile.

"Heh, I cultivate both gods and demons!" Luke replied proudly.

It wasn’t that he liked cultivating, but if he didn’t, Frediano Jadanza and the others would beat him up.

Each time they pounded him until he cried out, he could only turn to cultivation to increase his strength.

Otherwise, he’d always end up getting beaten.

Meanwhile, Cole Colbie, Lester Crawford, and the others arrived, as did the Qilin sons of the Northern Army, Haven Downing, and Mute.

The sons of the Northern Army gathered in the hall.

Looking around, there was no one present weaker than the god king realm—except for Braydon.

"Have a seat," Braydon said. "I called you here to pause your cultivation because there’s something you need to do."

Braydon smiled.

Luther continued, "After this auction ends, the resources of the various races will be in our hands. Big Brother, are you planning to accelerate the emergence of peak creatures?"

"That’s one reason," Braydon admitted. "The eight million soldiers of the Northern Army haven’t reached their peak yet. You all should push them to use the resources to produce a batch of transcendents as soon as possible."

"Yes, sir!"

Swoosh!

Everyone stood up, their expressions serious.

They could sense their big brother’s growing urgency.

The soldiers of the Northern Army were working hard on their cultivation, but they couldn’t keep up with Braydon’s rapid progress.

Soon, Braydon would achieve great success and venture beyond the stars.

Those from the Northern Army who didn’t transcend would be left behind, unable to follow their commander to battle in distant places like the Nine Illusion Sea.

"How strong are you now?" Haven suddenly asked, drawing everyone’s attention.

They all knew Braydon’s cultivation was at the heavenly immortal realm, but for some reason, it felt unfathomable.

"Want to test it out?" Braydon asked with a half-smile.

"Let’s do it, right, Mute Brother?" Haven said, trying to drag Mute into the challenge.

Mute, as usual, stayed silent.

"We’re all god kings, what’s there to be afraid of?" Haven said, eager to give it a try as he confidently walked out of the hall.

Little did he know.

Braydon remained still, chuckling. "No need to go through all that. If you can withstand one of my palm strikes, you win."

"Alright!" Haven agreed without hesitation.

Luther glanced at Braydon, while everyone else watched with curiosity.

Just how strong was their formidable big brother?

"Beat him! Crush him!" Luke shouted excitedly.

"Luke!" Luther scolded, trying to calm him down.

Braydon raised his left hand and brought his palm down.

Outside the hall, a fierce wind howled and thunder rumbled.

His palm strike carried an overwhelming force.

Bang!