The Strongest War God

Chapter 799: Old Friend of the Past

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The reason why Braydon Neal stopped was because of this donkey.

The donkey sneezed and turned its head to look at the person who had just arrived. It opened its mouth and cried out, “F*ck you…”

The familiar and pleasant greeting made people feel close to it.

The donkey’s pronunciation was much more accurate than it was eight years ago!

Braydon was no stranger to this donkey!

Eight years ago, when Luke Yates was only twelve years old, he almost stewed this donkey.

Even though so much thad passed.

The donkey was still unable to forget its childhood trauma.

Although it was a donkey, even the old Daoist priest could not bear to ride it.

In the end, it was almost stewed by that fool back in the northern desert.

Recalling the past, the donkey’s butt was still aching!

That was why the little donkey would howl at Braydon whenever it saw him!

Braydon stopped ten miles away. His voice was calm but without any emotion. “The Broken Blade Cliff is your secluded cultivation ground?”

“Little fellow Daoist, how have you been?”

An old Daoist priest with white hair and a youthful face was wearing a dirty Daoist robe with a thick layer of grease. He reeked of alcohol. If he was thrown on the street and his clothes were stripped off, outsiders would definitely think that he was an alcoholic.

The sloppy old Daoist priest looked almost the sas he did eight years ago.

Braydon’s entire body was enveloped in white light like a glowing ball of light. His eyes were filled with white fog as he stared at the sloppy old Daoist priest and said calmly, “It’s been eight years since we last met. I’m still young, and you’re old!”

“How can there be immortal people in this world? I am no exception.”

The sloppy old Daoist priest was drunk. He said that birth and death were the righteous path of heaven and earth.

Flowers bloomed and wilted, spring rain nourished everything, and autumn wind blew, causing everything to wither.

If there was just life and no death, the world would be in chaos.

If there was just death and no life, the world would also be in chaos.

Life and death were part of life.

The old Daoist priest had long seen through these things.

When he was young, he had lived in seclusion at Broken Blade Cliff for

hundreds of years. He drank all day long and stayed by the donkey’s side.

In fact, eight years ago, the old Daoist priest had already sensed that his twas coming to an end and that he only had a few years left to live. Thus, he left the Broken Blade Cliff and traveled the world, hoping to find a good person to inherit his mantle.

In the end, the old man drifted to the northern territory. After he met Luke, he felt that society was full of deep malice toward him, an old man who had cultivated in seclusion for hundreds of years.

He entrusted the donkey to the fool, and the fool patted his chest and promised that he would treat the donkey well.

However, as soon as the old Daoist priest left, the fool wanted to stew the donkey.

The brutal beating from reality made the old Daoist priest lose his trust in the human world.

Braydon walked forward with his hands behind his back and said calmly, “I’ll cand catch up with you after I’m done with my business.”

“Little friend, I was entrusted by an old friend to stop you here and send you back to Hansworth.”

The old Daoist priest’s nwas Seibert Galvan.

Seibert had appeared today to stop Braydon from entering the Delta Empire. He was entrusted by an old friend? Who was this old friend?

He refused to say!

Braydon didn’t stop walking. He only replied with one sentence, “Today, anyone who stopswill die!”

Just one sentence revealed Braydon’s attitude.

The old Daoist priest Seibert did not see the tragic scene at Hollow Pass.

More than 80,000 Groot soldiers had died in battle.

Braydon had to personally seek the enemy out and have them pay for this blood debt!

Those who killed the martial artists of Hansworth would be killed even if they were far away.

“Behind the Broken Blade Cliff, all the pinnacles have appeared and set up a killing trap, waiting for you to go over!” Seibert reminded drunkenly.

Seibert didn’t know the contents of the roundtable meeting.

Don’t forget that this old antique who cultivated in seclusion was abnormally powerful.

He had already sensed Jaziel Sherman and the others outside the Broken Blade Cliff just by their auras.

The life force of pinnacles was extremely powerful. The vitality that was restrained was like a huge furnace. It was not difficult to sense it!

However, Braydon didn’t pay any attention to Seibert’s reminder. He didn’t even smile.

Braydon, who had unleashed all eight techniques, was truly like a deity.

In this state, there was no desire and no emotions.

With a sword in hand, he dared to slaughter all enemies in the world.

The creator of the king-conferring techniques, Braydon, had already reached the pinnacle realm.

Using his pinnacle capability to control eight techniques, his offensive power was unparalleled in the world.

Braydon knew that behind the Broken Blade Cliff was a shocking killing scene.ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ NovᴇlFire(.)nᴇt

He still wanted to go there!

Firstly, it was to avenge the 80,000 Groot soldiers.

Secondly, it was for Jaziel!

If Braydon knew that there was a deadly trap behind the Broken Blade Cliff and chose to retreat, the 16 countries participating in the roundtable meeting would definitely think that someone had leaked the contents of the roundtable meeting to Hansworth.

At that time, the 16 people who participated in the roundtable meeting would have to withdraw from the higher echelon of their respective countries when they returned to their respective countries. They would no longer be able to access any top-secret information and would be strictly investigated.

At that time, Jaziel would definitely face danger.

This was something that Braydon would not allow.

None of the top ten hidden agents of the Northern Army could be harmed.

All these years, the Northern Army had obtained a lot of top-secret information about the ten great empires, and it was all thanks to Jaziel and the other hidden agents.

As the commander, Braydon had to ensure that the ten of them were safe.

Thus, Braydon crossed the Broken Blade Cliff alone and arrived at the outskirts of the forest.

In the boundless wasteland, weeds grew on the ground mixed with soil and stones. They revealed their green leaves in the wind and emitted abundant vitality.

There was no place to hide in the wilderness.

Therefore, all the representatives of the 16 countries that had participated in the roundtable meeting appeared here.

Korbyn Jessen of the Iota Empire had rejected the plan to kill King Braydon.

However, he calone and said that he was here to join in the fun.

There were more than a hundred people in all directions of the wilderness!

Without exception, they were all pinnacle martial artists.

It was obvious that the pinnacles present were not just from the 16 countries.

There were also pinnacles of other countries outside the borders. They stood out in the open in the wilderness.

In the north of the wilderness, Jaziel, who was wearing a black suit, had his long hair tied behind his head like a ponytail. He took a step forward and bowed slightly, saluting Braydon with a knight’s salute. He slowly said, “Jaziel Sherman of the Delta Empire greets the Northern King!”

Braydon had many titles, and outsiders could call him whatever they wanted.

Everyone present was a pinnacle martial artist, and they all knew what the other party wanted to do. However, the demeanor and pride of a pinnacle martial artist made them not rush to make a move.

Jerry Alcott of the Alpha Empire had an air of arrogance. He said in a serious voice, “The Alpha Empire’s Jerry Alcott greets Your Highness, the Northern

King! ”

“Sharma Dylan of the Zeta Empire greets Your Highness, the Northern King!” “Ollie Carolyn of the Theta Empire greets Your Highness, the Northern King.”

The representatives of the 16 countries introduced themselves as they greeted Braydon.

Korbyn took over the conversation, straightened his neck, and began his speech of colluding with the enemy. He cleared his throat and coughed.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes.

Korbyn, the representative of the Iota Empire, introduced himself in a gentlemanly manner, “Cough! Ahem! Northern King, listen carefully. This is the pinnacle martial artist of the Alpha Empire.. He has 1,000 Na of vitality, and he is a powerful expert of the current era!”