The Strongest War God

Chapter 1574: Hiding for a Long Time

Braydon Neal stood silently by the window, his hands clasped behind his back, maintaining his usual calm demeanor without uttering a word.

Kohen Neal was taken aback.

He studied Braydon intently, lost in contemplation.

Quietly, he pulled Emmett Neal aside and whispered, “Braydon cultivates the true divine path!”

“What?” Spero Neal’s attention was suddenly piqued.

Braydon had always possessed a cold and reserved temperament.

In the past, he seemed to be concealing something, but now it was subtly surfacing.

Those who knew Braydon best were Skylar Neal and the others who had grown up with him.

Skylar spoke softly, “Trevon and Judith followed Heather and lived in the capital for a long time. If I’m not mistaken, the person who taught Trevon and Judith must be Martial Emperor Teacher. Even Dominic Lowe lacks 30% of his ruthlessness and killing intent. How could he have taught Trevon, a student brimming with such intent?”

“Trevon has reached his teenage years. His once calm demeanor has likely transformed into shrewdness. Moreover, he’s still young and impetuous. I’m afraid his actions today are meant for your attention,” Skylar continued thoughtfully.

“Trevon won’t kill them,” Skylar stated calmly, “But his actions speak louder than words. If you bring Eva Foreman and her daughter back to Neal Manor, he might actually kill them!”

Amidst the ongoing discourse, Braydon remained silent.

His gaze shifted between the battle outside the window and the distraught Brie Neal, whose eyes were red from crying, presenting a pitiable sight.

Even before her birth, both the Neal and Foreman families had already laid out plans for her future.

As a young girl, she would be indoctrinated with family doctrines and diligently cultivated to eventually become the guardian of her lineage.

The little girl was Braydon’s own flesh and blood, after all.

“Brie!” Braydon bent down and scooped up the little girl, his concern evident.

“The ancestor said he would kill mama!” Brie sobbed softly, her distress palpable.

“Trevon!” Braydon whirled around, his voice booming like thunder across the tumultuous scene.

Meanwhile, Trevon, locked in a fierce aerial battle outside, cast a cold glance at Eva before pivoting to face his father, who had just emerged from Ulleris Hotel with Brie in his arms.

“Dad!” His thoughts brimmed with indignation.

“You were born my eldest son. In the Neal family manor in Preston, your grandparents doted on you. In the capital, your mother ruled the palace in my stead. The Martial Emperor cherished you and your sister. You were born into nobility, shielded from any threat in the capital,” Braydon continued as they walked through the chaotic streets, remnants of the city lord’s assault still visible.

Trevon trailed behind silently as her father spoke.

“You have no right to intervene in matters of your father’s generation. I can tolerate your arrogance today, but you’ve frightened Brie!” Braydon halted, cradling Brie in his arms, his gaze fixed on his son.

He spoke softly, “Did the Martial Emperor Teacher teach you about kinship when he imparted the path of the emperor? I know well what kind of man he is, having spent a century alone in the capital.”

“The path of the emperor is a rudimentary practice. It’s not suitable for you to learn,” he added solemnly.

Trevon lifted his head, meeting her father’s gaze.

Brie’s timid eyes reflected fear, their innocence reminiscent of Judith Neal’s as a child, endearing and pure.

“The environment you were raised in shielded you from the brutal internal strife of the great families. Brie was born into the Foreman family. Her path was predetermined before her birth,” Braydon explained.

“You and that woman…” Trevon’s voice trailed off, his eyes widening in shock.

From his words, he gleaned that his father harbored no affection for Eva.

Braydon refrained from explaining his history with Eva, leaving the atmosphere tense.

Only Brie remained affectionate and oblivious to the turmoil.

Coincidentally, the ground beneath Hoizen began to tremble, faintly reminiscent of an earthquake.

In the distance, a flood of black-armored figures emerged—a sight that startled all the cultivators outside the city.

It was the Northern Army, eight million strong, responding swiftly to the transfer order, surging toward the Land of Return and Hoizen.

Clad in black attire with sabers at their hips and scarves obscuring their faces, they exuded a palpable aura of iron-blooded determination.

No force dared to impede their advance.

“Subordinates from the Northern Army pay respects to the commander!” proclaimed Cole Colbie, leading the first legion with unwavering discipline.

He stood tall, sword drawn and held across his chest, epitomizing the military salute of the Northern Army.

Amidst the sea of black-armored soldiers, all eyes turned toward Braydon atop Hoizen.

Braydon, carrying Brie, and followed closely by Trevon, watched as the formidable Northern Army forces approached.

Kohen and his comrades were dumbfounded.

They had never anticipated Braydon’s command over eight million battle-hardened troops—each one evidently seasoned from countless battlefields.

Moreover, there were likely many cultivators in the holy master realm concealed among them, adding to their formidable presence.

Now, Braydon had finally deployed the Northern Army.

“Assemble the soldiers at the training ground!”

The military order directed the Northern Army to gather its troops on the training ground.

With all the elite forces of the Northern Army now present, Braydon gently set Brie down and entrusted her care to Trevon.

He spoke softly, “Take good care of her. She’s your sister too. Don’t harm her again. Brie is innocent and born into a powerful family. Without protection, her life will be very difficult.”

As a father, Braydon chose not to admonish Trevon forcefully but believed he would grasp the situation in due time.

“The Northern Army army has arrived!”

Standing on the city wall with hands behind his back, Braydon’s voice carried the authority of heaven. “I have been dormant for too long. Today, the Northern Army rises, destined to astonish the world!”

“Surround Hoizen and prevent anyone from entering or leaving!”

Braydon issued the decisive order.

The Northern Army had been summoned to bring a swift end to the conflict between the Neal and Stone families—Braydon intended to settle it once and for all.

Immediately, the Northern Army mobilized!

Swish!

Cold swords soared into the air, encircling Hoizen like a curtain of steel.

The entire city resonated with the presence of the Northern Army’s weapons.

Within the city, the bloodshot-eyed city lord roared like a revenant.

“How dare you challenge me?”

Descending from the heavens, the primordial chaos banished immortal, adorned in a smiling mask, unleashed a single palm.

The palm descended in chaotic splendor.

Bang!

The city lord’s body disintegrated into a bloody mist and dispersed into the air.

As the primordial chaos banished immortal, his cultivation was the pinnacle among all banished immortals.

He had reached the life and death realm, and his combat strength likely neared the peak of that realm.

Having never encountered an eternal realm cultivator, he remained unsure of his capabilities against one.

Nevertheless, killing the city lord, corrupted by baleful aura, proved effortless for him.

In an instant, the Northern Army encircled Hoizen, sealing off all exits.

Braydon sat alone atop the city gate, his voice devoid of emotion. “Locate all members of the Golden Dragon Pavilion and the Stone family.”

“Yes, sir!”

The Northern Army swiftly entered the city, combing through to apprehend members of the two factions.

Amidst this operation, some attempted to flee, only to meet swift justice under the swords of Harvey Lay and Jonah Shaw, stunning onlookers.

Kohen and Spero approached Braydon but halted two hundred meters away.

“Hold!” Cole drew his sword, pointing it assertively.