The Strongest War God

Chapter 1580: Seeking an Alliance

Braydon Neal closed his eyes again, feeling weary.

Swoosh!

Three banished immortals launched their attack.

The green lotus basniehd immortal waved his hand.

Spatial lock, time reversal.

Atticus Leyva’s eyes widened in fear as he found himself retreating involuntarily, the scene outside the hall replaying before his eyes.

He was forcibly expelled from the hall.

Despite his roars and struggles, they were futile.

The dual-pupil banished immortal’s expression turned cold.

His dual-pupils opened, transforming into a gray light that struck Atticus.

Power meant destruction.

With a single strike, he shattered Atticus’s life and death pills.

Execution on the spot!

“Kill all the Sword Sect disciples!” Before Atticus breathed his last, Braydon’s calm voice reverberated.

To order the slaughter of all Sword Sect disciples was a declaration of war against the Sword Sect itself.

More than a thousand Sword Sect disciples were in Hoizen.

Kill them all?

Braydon’s words were a military decree.

The Northern Army mobilized to scour the entire city for Sword Sect members. Anyone found would meet a swift end!

Silence filled the hall.

Kohen Neal and Spero Neal dared not utter a word.

No longer could they regard Braydon as a junior; their hearts brimmed with respect.

This was the assertion of his authority!

The Foreman family recognized that Braydon was beyond the control of the Neal family.

How could someone with such resolve allow their kin to become mere pawns?

A Foreman family expert covertly relayed a message to Hardwick Foreman, hoping he would step forward and clarify Brie Neal’s predicament.

After today, if he didn’t address this matter, he might never get another chance!

“Braydon, should we allow Brie to return to the Neal family?” Hardwick frowned.

“I think it’s appropriate to honor our ancestry!” Emmett Neal and the other elders immediately became active.

Brie, who had inherited her father’s talent, would surely become the family’s protector in the future.

Little did they know, as soon as these words were spoken, Kohen and Spero’s expressions subtly changed.

They glanced at Emmett, signaling him not to speak out of turn or entertain any inappropriate thoughts.

The two brothers had long recognized that a person who could command eight million soldiers and secure their unwavering loyalty was no ordinary Heaven’s Chosen.

This was a young lord!

A peerless master!

Commanding eight million disciples, half of whom had reached the holy master realm, and still maintaining their loyalty to Braydon, clearly illustrated his extraordinary nature.

Outsiders couldn’t fathom the thoughts of such a lord!

Guessing wrong could mean death, and angering him could endanger their entire families.

Did they truly believe Braydon couldn’t see through their intentions?

What was the difference between Brie returning to the Neal family and the Foreman family?

Braydon sat alone at the head of the table.

He opened his eyes and cast a chilling gaze at Emmett.

Just that look was enough to send shivers down one’s spine!

Only those accustomed to Northern Army’s philosophy could understand: this was the demeanor befitting their brother.

Luther Carden’s intimidating aura—where did they think he learned that?

Brecken Neal seemed to have discerned his thoughts. “As for Brie’s matter, let’s not speculate on what Braydon will decide.”

Emmett tactfully backed down.

Braydon turned his gaze to Wynona Kimble and Sefton Seymour, speaking bluntly, “You’ve witnessed things you shouldn’t have. I’ve called you here to offer you a way out. Whether you live or die is now your choice!”

Wynona and Sefton exchanged glances, then looked at Miller Swenson and the others.

To survive, they had to submit as slaves.

Otherwise, death awaited them, sealing their lips forever.

Ultimately, Wynona and Sefton chose to live, not just for themselves but also for the thousands behind them.

They understood that their deaths would mean annihilation for everyone from the Flower Immortal Sect and the Seymour family in Hoizen.

The cold blades hovering over the city were a stark reminder of Braydon’s unlifted execution order.

Wynona and Sefton surrendered, offering their blood essence as a pledge of loyalty to Braydon, who now held their lives in his hands.

With the other major factions’ cultivators either eliminated or subdued, the Northern Army had full control over Hoizen.

The stage was set.

Even if the other factions plotted a comeback, it would be a future challenge.

“Let’s head to Dragon Spring!” Braydon rose from his seat and strode out of the hall.

“The Stone family?” Emmett and the elders hesitated, unsure how to handle them.

Previously, Braydon had vowed to eradicate the Stone family from the Spirit Sea.

Westley Hader walked past them with hands behind his back, speaking softly, “The Northern Army now controls Hoizen and has angered many forces. The Stone family will likely seek alliances across the Spirit Sea to unite against us.”

“The enemy will come to us; there’s no need for us to seek them out!”

Westley and the others shared knowing looks.

The current situation wasn’t conducive to the Northern Army openly confronting the Stone family.

Mobilizing the army now might invite aggression from the Elysium Sect and the Golden Dragon Pavilion, who could descend upon Hoizen and destroy the Northern Army’s stronghold.

What would be the prudent course of action then?

The heart of the Northern Army had arrived, their command far more adept than those elders like Emmett.

Jonah Shaw, known for his icy demeanor, spoke bluntly, “Families stick together like birds of a feather, caring only for their own interests. Whether you comprehend today’s situation or not, attempting to manipulate the Northern Army is futile. Those who oppose the Northern Army will face our blades!”

“The sons of the Northern Army are not pawns for anyone’s use, nor are we tools for others!” Jonah’s words carried a clear warning.

Emmett and the elders felt a chill run down their spines, grasping the implicit threat in Jonah’s statement.

The Northern Army was an independent force, not a pawn of the Neal family or any other faction.

This fundamental distinction existed solely because of Braydon’s leadership.

Without him, the army would have no dealings with these families and factions; their tolerance thus far was already remarkable.

A hundred miles beyond the city, an unusual sight unfolded.

White mist billowed across the sky, while water cascaded from the heavens, converging underground to form a lake spanning three hundred miles.

Within, the water seemed to stir like dragons, their roars echoing through the air.

Thus it was named Dragon Spring.

Upon arriving, Braydon’s group noticed numerous wooden houses surrounding Dragon Spring, occupied by cultivators engaged in year-round cultivation.

Miller elaborated, “Dragon Spring is the only place in the Land of Return unaffected by the baleful aura. It’s also unique in that the constant dragon roars aid in enlightenment. The surrounding areas are occupied by experts who cultivate here continuously.”

“I suppose they’re cultivating here for the treasures inside,” Syrus Yanagi remarked disdainfully.

Skylar Neal activated his dual-pupils to scrutinize the essence of Dragon Spring.

Upon first glance, the lake appeared crystal clear and seemingly bottomless, with what seemed like tens of thousands of dragons playfully chasing each other within — a truly spectacular sight.

“How is this possible?” Skylar exclaimed in astonishment.

He hadn’t anticipated that even his dual-pupils couldn’t penetrate the essence of Dragon Spring.

Normally, his dual-pupils could unveil the origins of such treasures, yet now he remained baffled.

Despite activating his dual-pupils, Skylar still couldn’t unravel the mystery shrouding Dragon Spring.

Meanwhile, Braydon stood at the lake’s edge with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing intently at Dragon Spring.

His profound eyes seemed to penetrate the lake’s depths, as if he were probing for something significant.