The Strongest War God-Chapter 1727: The Stunning Beginning

How many years had it been since the myriad races were born in this universe?

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Only one person—Braydon Neal!

He opened a new path for all races.

Since ancient times, no one could compare to him.

Everyone knew that the great path had no end.

However, in this universe, an end had appeared.

This end was called the peak!

After the peak, there was no way out.

In his previous life, Braydon inherited the ultimate technique for all living beings and created peace for all generations.

How stunning!

Yet, the myriad races did not tolerate him.

The outer realm wanted to kill him.

Even his own race betrayed him.

At that time, he was in despair.

Throughout the countless years of the universe, every race had its darkest moments and lowest points.

That year, that day, that moment—it was his darkest moment.

All the races killed his wife and daughter, and even the race he protected betrayed him in the end.

There were even people in the race who tried to kill him.

His brothers did not fare well.

The blood of his followers splattered across the starry sky.

Braydon felt great hatred in his heart!

When his memories were restored, he would certainly inherit this hatred.

What was scary was that Braydon did not flare up.

He was still dressed in white, facing the world like a young man.

Braydon didn’t flare up, so he didn’t talk about his past life.

Would Chadwick Neal and the others dare to forget?

Would the 460 peak experts in the hall dare to forget?

Did they dare to forget what they had seen in the past?

Would the myriad races dare to forget their past and their leader in the universe?

They couldn’t forget!

Now, the old man had returned.

The ones who feared the most were the myriad races.

They knew how ruthless they had been in the past, leaving no leeway.

In this life, with that man’s return, how could he let go of this hatred?

Under everyone’s gaze, he looked at Braydon, the leader.

Braydon glanced at the highest seat of the human race’s highest hall, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes!

If the leader did not sit, who among the people of the Northern Army dared to sit?

Luther Carden stood behind his brother and said gently, "Everyone, please take a seat. We’re just nobodies. We can stand!"

"Luther!" Hristo Lore walked over with reddened eyes.

He and the former Ancestor Luther were of the same generation!

"You’re old," Luther said calmly, looking at him.

"I am old. After you died, our era ended. I lived in seclusion in the Hall of Fame to protect your legends and occasionally teach the younger generation."

"Haskel, come over!" Hristo turned around and called out.

A man in black walked out from the 460 peak cultivators.

He was a little skinny and walked up to Luther.

"Great-grandfather!"

This title signified Luther’s status.

Their descendants were all at the peak.

Luther said softly, "Every generation has its own matters. You may leave. I have something to discuss today!"

"When I was young, Father loved to tell stories about his great-grandfather. He was the glory of our lineage!"

The black-robed man, Haskel Jalbert, slowly knelt down and greeted his great-grandfather.

"I said," Luther repeated calmly, "every generation has its own matters. There are some things that I want to talk about today!"

His words caused the atmosphere to turn cold.

Chadwick and the rest looked at Hristo with pleading eyes.

The moment Braydon and the others stepped into the hall—or perhaps, they didn’t realize it—Chadwick and the other 460 were all prepared for this day.

Some things would not be covered up with time!

Because the person from back then had returned.

The matters of the past would not have ended.

"Luther, many things from back then have already passed..." Hristo said bitterly. "We were brothers in the past. After two lifetimes, I don’t want to be enemies!"

Luther looked at Hristo without showing any weakness despite the temporary difference in cultivation.

Hristo would not be disdainful because of Luther’s perceived weakness.

After this brief exchange, Hristo opened his mouth, but then finally retreated.

Their relationship was over.

It was useless to say more.

With every word spoken, their past relationship would diminish further.

Hristo left.

Who dared to step forward?

"Everyone, please take a seat," Luther looked at everyone and said softly.

"We don’t dare!" Everyone present lowered their eyebrows.

No one dared to sit.

"Since no one is seated, let’s stand and talk!" Luther’s eyes turned cold.

"Please enlighten me, Ancestor Luther!" Chadwick braced himself and came forward.

He was already prepared to be scolded.

At the same time, he was ready to hand over his authority.

As for falling out?

Who would dare to turn hostile?

Their ancestors were all behind Braydon!

Even if the chiefs wanted to give up on the ancestors, they would still need to ask the disciples behind them if they would agree!

The ancestors had returned!

The disciples of the various lineages had to welcome them.

The ancestral bloodline flowed in their bodies.

Therefore, no one dared to say anything.

"Thirty thousand years ago, my brother created a new path for the human race. The five lords suppressed all races and fought for our race in the starry sky. They suppressed the demon race and the saint beast race!" Luther said indifferently.

"Lord Woodruff fought fiercely in the wild, crossing 300 stellar realms of the demon race and battling nearly 100 peak demons with his sword. He made an immortal contribution! He suppressed the rebellion of the old subordinates, guarded the borders of our human race, protected our internal peace, and expanded our territory externally! In the end, why did he end up facing all the races alone? Tell me the reason!"

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Luther’s eyes burned with anger.

His thin frame exuded an ancient aura and a vicious killing intent.

In Luther’s heart, he likely already had the intention to overthrow the throne.

Though the sons of the Northern Army seemed weak to the peak experts, they carried a terrifying soul within their mayfly-like bodies.

Facing Luther’s question, Chadwick remained silent for a long time before responding hoarsely, "That battle back then was too sudden and fierce. For the sake of our race, we could only look at the big picture..."

"Think about the big picture? Do you remember the founding war of our human race?" Luther’s gaze grew even colder.

Ever since the human race had flourished, no super race had ever been created by compromise and tolerance!

At the pinnacle of all races in the universe, who didn’t have blood on their hands?

Which one of them didn’t rely on their peak combat strength to crush the entire arena, obtain the right to speak, and set the rules?

In this universe, the super races set the rules!

That was the rule!

"We couldn’t bet on our race just to participate in that battle!" Chadwick was under great pressure.

"It’s fine. It’s a small matter," Braydon smiled like a spring breeze.

He patted Luther’s shoulder and said softly, "Why bring up the past again?"

His light words were not the character of the leader.

Something abnormal must have happened!

"Let’s not talk about the past. Let’s focus on the present," Luther said softly.

"I didn’t expect to cause such a big commotion when I pulled out the Soul Slaying Sword. I’ve caused trouble for you," Braydon said politely.

"It’s a blessing for the race that the ancestors have returned," Chief Green Lotus hurriedly said. "There’s no trouble at all!"

"Please, do me a favor. Let the disciples of the Northern Army come and go as they please."

Braydon changed the topic.

Chadwick said solemnly, "Recently, the outsiders have been restless. If Ancestor Luther and the others go out, they will be easily intercepted. Moreover, there is an eon artifact in the demon race!"