The Strongest War God-Chapter 1924: One After Another

On the sofa by the window lay a devilish young man.

Two red horns sprouted from his head, and his eyes gleamed like a blood moon.

In his arms, a beautiful woman rested.

Playfully, he said, "All the races have joined in. Interesting!"

"Young master, shall we bid?" the man behind the woman asked, lowering his head.

The youth shook his head. "There’s no rush. This time, it’s not just us demons who’ve been lured here."

"The people from the heaven realm have also arrived," the man reminded him.

The remnants of various ancient realms had long been drawn in.

Now, they all waited, hidden in the private rooms, for the final bid.

Fighting for it now was meaningless.

Braydon Neal had already noticed them.

He was no stranger to this.

In the past, all the ancient realms had been destroyed by Lukyan Flerov, Idris Kalman, and the others.

How could Braydon not be familiar with this?

As the auction price climbed, it reached a fever pitch.

Indiana Ibbot’s expression remained calm as he placed another bid. "5,000!"

The competition had spiraled out of control.

No one would give up a high-level transcendent body.

It was too important—a corpse, a ticket to the level five transcendent realm, with the potential to reach the sixth level in the future.

Who wouldn’t want that?

Indiana even considered crippling his own cultivation to fuse with the corpse’s path of transcendence.

"6,000!" The golden flood dragon’s face darkened.

The bid increment was 100 billion.

"7,000!" the nine-headed serpent, representing the god race, suddenly announced.

The price continued to soar.

"10,000!" The demon youth in room 107 spoke calmly.

The entire room fell silent.

"Who is it?" Indiana looked over sharply.

"Other than our six races, there are others?" The stone king regarded the nine-headed serpent and the others as competitors.

The rest no longer considered him a threat.

No one expected another contender to emerge halfway through, let alone with such fierce bidding.

"The guest in room 107 has bid a trillion coins. Does anyone want to go higher?" Imran Haak said softly.

"Wait, 11,000!" Indiana bid again, no longer concerned with the background of the demon race youth.

The Immortal Sect was the face of the immortals, with a strong foundation and no shortage of resources.

Moreover, the Immortal Sect had gathered half of the major forces in the Immortal Burial Ground.

They lacked nothing—except the path of transcendence.

Indiana had come prepared, knowing it would require a hefty price to obtain the path of transcendence.

However, he hadn’t anticipated such an intense opening.

The innate race’s King Isberg silently transmitted his voice, contacting a few acquaintances in private rooms, including Indiana. "Everyone, fighting to the death like this benefits no one. How about we take turns competing?"

King Isberg’s meaning was clear.

There was more than one transcendent body up for grabs, and there would certainly be more in the future.

Taking turns would benefit everyone.

On the other hand, if they kept fighting like this, it would only create opportunities for other factions to step in.

At that point, not just the six great races, but other forces would start producing transcendents, which would harm the interests of the various races.

Soon, King Isberg received a reply.

Indiana also agreed!

Only the giant race remained silent.

King Isberg transmitted his voice again. "Livius, if the giant race still intends to backtrack, we’ll take turns attacking your race during the bidding. Don’t think for a second you’ll get a transcendent body."

"This will harm the interests of the human race!" Livius Jahic replied indifferently.

Indiana, who was in the shadows, felt a chill and couldn’t help but glance at private room 701.

It was Braydon!

What they were doing was indeed detrimental to the interests of the human race.

And harming the interests of the human race meant harming Braydon’s interests.

But now, they had no choice.

If they didn’t act, their races would end up fighting to the death.

Every transcendent body was fought over like this.

How much would that cost?

Even if they emptied the treasure vaults of their respective races, they probably wouldn’t be able to secure more than a few transcendent bodies.

As for Livius’s words...

"The human race has already made plenty of money this time," King Isberg said solemnly.

"Do as you like," Livius replied, sitting calmly in his private room, gazing at the commotion outside the window.

"Livius, you risk offending the human race if you go through with this," a transcendent expert warned, frowning.

"They’ll definitely offend the human race. If they do, that person must have a way to deal with it," Livius said, glancing over at room 701. He didn’t say anything further.

At the same time, the nine-headed serpent had received King Isberg’s message and relayed it to Braydon.

In room 701, Braydon chuckled. "The innate race is losing their cool?"

"Ancestor Neal, if we don’t reverse this situation, we’ll suffer great losses," Elder Levine said, worried about the other races bidding low for the transcendent body.

"Luther, where’s Luke?" Braydon asked with a faint smile.

"He’s eating at my place!" Luther Carden, in room 702 next door, replied.

The little fool was sitting in front of the window, eating roasted chicken, his mouth shiny with oil.

"Tell him to stop eating and come do some work," Braydon said softly.

"Understood!" Luther smiled at Luke Yates.

"100,000!" Luke shouted out of the window, still holding a drumstick.

"Pfft!" Luther, sipping tea, spat it out, his mouth twitching.

In the next room, Braydon’s mouth twitched, and he fell silent.

He had initially asked Luke to act as a prop, but he hadn’t expected him to turn into a troublemaker.

This wasn’t just bluffing anymore; it was a bid to tear down the entire arena!

The room fell into dead silence.

Swoosh!

Everyone turned their gaze to room 702 in unison.

Even Imran, who was running the auction, was momentarily stunned.

Quickly regaining his composure, he smiled with the professionalism and experience expected of him. "Room 702 has bid 10 trillion. Any higher bids?"

"Motherf*cker!" Indiana cursed under his breath.

More than half the private rooms on the first floor echoed similar sentiments.

Forget the mysterious figure in room 108—why did a ruthless bidder suddenly appear from the seventh floor?

Wasn’t he worried about being unable to pay up in the end?

"Interesting," the demon youth in room 108 said indifferently. "There are still a few who know what’s valuable."

"Young Master, this price is already ten percent of our net worth. Do you still want to keep going?" the man in black asked.

"Master said the human race has many transcendence bodies. The resources he’s prepared should give us enough to bid for at least twenty," the second person reminded him.

"Keep fighting!"

The young lord of the demon race saw through the situation.

He was certain the human race had plenty of transcendent bodies, or they wouldn’t be selling them.

However, he was just as certain that high-level transcendent bodies were scarce.

The value of a high-level transcendent was something those of lower levels couldn’t compare to.

The worth of a level-seven transcendent far exceeded that of a few level-one or level-two transcendent experts.

The gap was like a chasm!

Room 108 bid again.

"120,000!"

A new bid quickly followed.

All eyes turned to room 109, where everyone inside was dressed in white, all women—twelve of them in total.