Chapter 961: The Truth of the Past Has Surfaced!

Chapter 961: The Truth of the Past Has Surfaced!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

From tonight onward.

Song Woo Hoon still wanted revenge, but Braydon Neal didn’t 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, “Today, you have seized the fate of Song and killed all the pinnacles of Song. Isn’t that enough?”

“Since tonight is the day of reckoning, Song has to repay some old debts!”

“There are no saints in the Northern Army. The revenge of our ancestors should be continued! I must take Song Sang Jun’s life today.”

This sentence was like the last straw that broke Woo Hoon’s back.

Tonight, no one in Song could stop Braydon!

Woo Hoon slowly stood up. “Song will give you an explanation before daybreak,” 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 couldn’t bear the so-called fate of the nation at all as Braydon had taken it by force.

Braydon’s 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 Braydon’s 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.

“Father!”

Woo Hoon’s hoarse voice sounded from outside the door.

“Woo Hoon, did you fail?” The burly middle-aged man was Sang Jun.

“I’m incompetent, and I couldn’t 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!”

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.

“What else does Braydon want?” Sang Jun asked slowly.

“He wants your life!”

Woo Hoon raised his head and said hoarsely.

After a brief silence.

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.

“Leave my father’s head behind,” Woo Hoon said hoarsely. “I can tell you one thing: the truth you have been searching for for over ten years!”

“You have no right to talk about conditions!”

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 Braydon’s words, and all the pinnacles of Song were killed under Braydon’s order.

The martial arts world of Song might not recover within a hundred years.

“Don’t you care who murdered the Ludwig Army?” Woo Hoon clenched his fists and asked in a low voice.

“I have said it before, you are not qualified to talk conditions. The Northern King will not be held hostage!”

Braydon’s eyes were filled with cold killing intent.

The incident with the Ludwig Army was a pain in Braydon’s heart and a taboo.

Who would dare to talk about it in front of Braydon!

“Little Fool, throw that head away and feed it to the dogs,” Braydon said indifferently.

“Okay!”

Luke’s 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, “Brother, why don’t we stew this head? It can nourish my donkey!”

Braydon’s eyes turned cold as he stared at the little fool.

The little fool was instantly scared and quickly ran away.

Woo Hoon’s eyes were red as he said hoarsely, “Stop! 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.”

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.

“I’m sure you’re familiar with that person’s name,” Woo Hoon added.

“Speak!”

Braydon spat out one word.

“Lewayne Gray!” Woo Hoon said hoarsely.

When this name was mentioned, Braydon’s 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 Hoon’s nose.

Woo Hoon was unable to resist the might of the country’s fate. He instantly fell to his knees, and his knees were embedded in the soil. He said hoarsely, “One of the eight elders in the capital, Lewayne Gray!”