Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
From tonight onward.
Song Woo Hoon still wanted revenge, but Braydon Neal didnât mind removing Song from the face of the earth and making it the two countries of the north instead of the three countries of the north. He would help Joshua Mandor get rid of an enemy country at that.
Woo Hoon clenched his fists and said hoarsely, âToday, you have seized the fate of Song and killed all the pinnacles of Song. Isnât that enough?â
âSince tonight is the day of reckoning, Song has to repay some old debts!â
âThere are no saints in the Northern Army. The revenge of our ancestors should be continued! I must take Song Sang Junâs life today.â
This sentence was like the last straw that broke Woo Hoonâs back.
Tonight, no one in Song could stop Braydon!
Woo Hoon slowly stood up. âSong will give you an explanation before daybreak,â he said hoarsely even though he looked dispirited.
After saying that, he left dejectedly.
Tonight, he was supposed to bear the fate of the nation, but he couldnât bear the so-called fate of the nation at all as Braydon had taken it by force.
Braydonâs heaven-suppressing path had already begun!
Ten miles away from the altar, in a retro three-story building.
This was the residence of the ruler of Song, Song Sang Jun.
It was a long night, and this person, who was from the same era as Martial Emperor Yanagi, was still awake.
He had already known during the day that Braydonâs arrival in Song was a great calamity.
In the brightly lit living room.
A burly and dignified middle-aged man in a suit sat quietly in a high seat, as if waiting for someone to return.
âFather!â
Woo Hoonâs hoarse voice sounded from outside the door.
âWoo Hoon, did you fail?â The burly middle-aged man was Sang Jun.
âIâm incompetent, and I couldnât carry the fate of the nation. King Braydon, with a heaven-defying posture, took the fate of the nation of Song by force and achieved his own success!â
Woo Hoon entered the room, his eyes filled with deep guilt.
He was ashamed to face Sang Jun.
However, Sang Jun was not surprised. He had already sensed the movement on the altar earlier.
âWhat else does Braydon want?â Sang Jun asked slowly.
âHe wants your life!â
Woo Hoon raised his head and said hoarsely.
After a brief silence.
âA hundred years ago, Song took advantage of Hansworthâs weakness and sent the pinnacles to cross the border to cause trouble for them. The two sides have been enemies since then!â Sang Jun sighed.
âThe older generation of Hansworth martial artists is still alive. This hatred has long been passed down!
âLater, we joined forces with Banko and Marshland. Forty years ago, we launched a surprise attack on Ludwig, killing 800,000 Ludwig soldiers and seizing the 36 islands of Ludwig. We then formed a deadly feud with the middle-aged factions of Hansworth!
âLast year, during the hundred-country hunting plan, we attacked the Ludwig defense line again. Song alone has caused more than 80,000 casualties to the Western Army. Now, outsiders know that the Western Army is a supporter of the Northern Army.
âThe hatred has been passed down from generation to generation. Braydon will definitely take my head to pay tribute to the heroic souls of the Ludwig Army who died in battle!â
Sang Jun slowly stood up and looked up at the altar in the distance.
âAre those ancient sects still unwilling to come out and help the Song family?â Woo Hoon clenched his fists and asked hoarsely.
âWoo Hoon, you must remember that the martial arts sects and aristocratic families will never be used by the country. Even the ancient Hansworth civilization has been under the influence of the powerful families and aristocratic families for thousands of years, let alone us.â
Sang Jun reminded his son.
There were also martial arts sects here. Unfortunately, just like Hansworth, they could not be used by them.
Even Hansworth, which had many talented people, had yet to deal with the powerful families and martial arts aristocratic families.
How could Song solve this problem?
This was the case for all the countries in the world.
There was no exception.
âTonight, only my death can appease Braydonâs anger,â Sang Jun said in a low voice. âBut you have to give him a big gift in return. If you manage this gift well, it will be enough for Braydon to never return to Hansworth again!â
A cold sentence came out of Sang Junâs mouth.
Woo Hoon quietly listened to his fatherâs words, and his eyes revealed shock.
This shock made Woo Hoon realize that if he spread what his father had said, there would be chaos in the martial arts world of Hansworth.
Time slowly passed.
A ray of light appeared in the eastern sky.
Dawn arrived.
Braydon, who was sitting on the throne, woke up from his slumber.
Luke Yates, who was riding on a donkey, returned after eating and drinking. He did not forget to bring back some food for his brother. He mumbled, âBrother, heâs here!â
In the distance of the altar, a noble young man slowly appeared.
He held a sandalwood box in his hand, and a touch of grief appeared in the depths of his eyes.
Inside the box was a human head.
Whose head was it?
It was probably self-evident!
Braydon slowly got up and said calmly, âLuke, take the box. We should go!â
The little fool went forward and took the sandalwood box. He was extremely curious. After secretly opening it, he saw a human head. It was Song Sang Jun. His eyes were closed, and his expression was very calm.
Braydon had just turned around when a voice sounded.
âLeave my fatherâs head behind,â Woo Hoon said hoarsely. âI can tell you one thing: the truth you have been searching for for over ten years!â
âYou have no right to talk about conditions!â
Braydon stopped and slowly turned around to look at Woo Hoon.
The current Song was not qualified to talk about conditions.
Even Sang Jun was killed by Braydonâs words, and all the pinnacles of Song were killed under Braydonâs order.
The martial arts world of Song might not recover within a hundred years.
âDonât you care who murdered the Ludwig Army?â Woo Hoon clenched his fists and asked in a low voice.
âI have said it before, you are not qualified to talk conditions. The Northern King will not be held hostage!â
Braydonâs eyes were filled with cold killing intent.
The incident with the Ludwig Army was a pain in Braydonâs heart and a taboo.
Who would dare to talk about it in front of Braydon!
âLittle Fool, throw that head away and feed it to the dogs,â Braydon said indifferently.
âOkay!â
Lukeâs eyes were filled with reluctance. However, he did not dare to make any small moves whenever he followed his brother. In the end, he whispered, âBrother, why donât we stew this head? It can nourish my donkey!â
Braydonâs eyes turned cold as he stared at the little fool.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
The little fool was instantly scared and quickly ran away.
Woo Hoonâs eyes were red as he said hoarsely, âStop! Forty years ago, my father met a man who claimed to be from Hansworth who came on behalf of the 72 powerful families. He wanted to give Song a great gift, which was the 36 islands in Ludwig.â
The truth of the Ludwig massacre that had been sealed for decades.
It was finally going to come to light today!
Braydon stared coldly at Woo Hoon with his hands behind his back, waiting for his next words.
âIâm sure youâre familiar with that personâs name,â Woo Hoon added.
âSpeak!â
Braydon spat out one word.
âLewayne Gray!â Woo Hoon said hoarsely.
When this name was mentioned, Braydonâs thin body released a terrifying heavenly might.
The power of the national fate gathered in his left hand, forming an invisible sword that pointed at the tip of Woo Hoonâs nose.
Woo Hoon was unable to resist the might of the countryâs fate. He instantly fell to his knees, and his knees were embedded in the soil. He said hoarsely, âOne of the eight elders in the capital, Lewayne Gray!â