The Strongest War God

“What a pity, Your Highness’s ancient martial arts banished immortal is not here!” Lloyd Kessler’s tone carried a hint of pride.

He had been clandestinely scheming for so long just for this moment—to eliminate Braydon Neal. Nôv(el)B\\\\jnn

However, Braydon remained remarkably composed.

Braydon couldn’t help but feel perplexed.

Lloyd seemed to fear the ancient martial arts banished immortal, so why was he not afraid of them?

As if on cue, the martial arts banished immortal interjected with a tone of indifference, “You’re truly inviting trouble upon yourself.”

“Your Highness, there’s no need for further struggle,” Lloyd continued confidently.

“Do you believe that the restrictive runes only confine the power of heaven and earth within a 300-mile radius? Do you think they affect all martial arts practitioners equally? Without the ability to commune with the natural forces through mental power, one cannot harness them. How then could one even cast spells?”

Lloyd’s words prompted a slight shift in Braydon’s expression.

If what he said was true, it posed a grave danger.

The two banished immortals nurtured by Braydon possessed formidable combat prowess.

Even without them, Braydon could contend with a quasi-divine, albeit at great cost.

“Feel free to try,” Braydon retorted gently, accompanied by a sweet smile.

“Hmm?” Lloyd sensed something amiss.

Green Lotus remained by Braydon’s side, exuding the same air of calmness.

The two appeared remarkably composed, despite the imminent threat.

Lloyd wasted no time; he couldn’t afford to delay any longer.

His intent to eliminate Braydon was resolute and immediate.

With the swiftness of a quasi-divine, he propelled himself forward, covering several kilometers in a matter of seconds.

In the blink of an eye, he unleashed a devastating punch, its force akin to that of an ancient ferocious beast—a strength magnified a thousandfold compared to a newly ascended emperor.

The sheer pressure from the blow reduced the altar to mere ashes, bearing down heavily on Braydon.

In that critical moment, the martial arts banished immortal sprang into action.

With a light tap of his toes and a deft wave of his hand, he conjured a sphere of extreme silver-white power—a manifestation of extreme thunder power imbued with a hint of destructive aura.

At its pinnacle, thunder heralded destruction, a force capable of obliterating everything in its path.

Lloyd’s shock and fury were palpable.

“How can you still cast spells? Even I cannot utilize mental power to perform arts within the spirit-restricting runic formation!”

“There are countless restricting techniques in existence,” the martial arts banished immortal replied with a sweet smile. “But I’ve yet to encounter one capable of restricting the Spirit Summoning Monarch Art.”

What kind of forbidden technique could suppress the Spirit Summoning Monarch Art?

They had never encountered such a technique on Heavenly Mountain before!

In a split second, the two engaged in combat.

The martial arts banished immortal’s palm crackled with thunder as he clashed with Lloyd.

A sphere of ultimate thunder made contact with Lloyd’s body, its destructive force enveloping him entirely.

The ultimate thunder, infused with a hint of destructive power, proved too overwhelming for Lloyd to withstand.

Extreme path emperors could contend with divine-level characters, and Lloyd, being a quasi-divine, was outmatched by the ultimate thunder power.

The energy surged through his body, ruthlessly ravaging his life force.

Simultaneously, a strange power seemed to blanket the world, halting time itself.

After an imperceptible ripple, Lloyd’s body was cleanly sliced into sixteen pieces, as if an invisible blade had effortlessly cleaved through him in an instant.

“Ultimate Wind Power!” the martial arts banished immortal exclaimed with a sweet smile.

Ian Fick and the others looked on in horror.

Braydon had become even more formidable than they had ever imagined!

A quasi divine from the ruins fell so effortlessly?

The martial arts banished immortal had indeed mastered the ultimate power, one that instilled fear even in divine experts.

Simultaneously, an imperceptible fluctuation resulted in the instantaneous demise of eight great success emperors.

The power of ultimate wind remained elusive, yet its effects were undeniable.

Like a spatial ripple, it effortlessly claimed the lives of nine individuals and shattered the formation.

With a lazy stretch, the martial arts banished immortal expressed his disappointment. “How dull. Not even a divine-level figure in sight. Second Brother has absorbed the fate of a hundred nations, continually enhancing his talent. The growth of the 3,000 imperial paths will undoubtedly follow suit. With their support, he can vanquish divines. As for myself, I’ll have to kill a few divines as well.”

He then turned his gaze toward Braydon. “Your current physical state simply cannot withstand our combined peak combat strength.”

Braydon’s expression darkened.

Had he gone mad, or was the banished immortal the one who was insane?

Even a quasi-divine would falter against such extreme strength.

What recourse did Braydon have?

Even if his physical body had attained divine-level resilience, it would prove inadequate.

The ultimate power wielded had the potential to wound—even kill—a divine-level individual.

Was he, in his quest for refinement, lamenting his prolonged existence?

“Second Brother and I are an extension of your power,” the banished immortal spoke softly. “I command 30,000 techniques in the mortal world. Once I integrate into your being, you gain access to those same 30,000 techniques. Similarly, Second Brother can harness 3,000 imperial paths to amplify his strength, yielding power 3,000 times greater than that of a newly ascended emperor. You possess the same capability.”

Both banished immortals were now integrated into Braydon’s body.

However, their power evidently surpassed that of Braydon’s physical form.

This transcendence of physical limitations was a manifestation of Qi deviation.

Nevertheless, Braydon’s circumstances were unique; his power was now under the control of the two banished immortals.

Furthermore, with the mastery of the Green Lotus Secret Technique, a new and exceptional entity emerged.

“Let’s return home. We’ll have Second Brother remain outside,” Braydon suggested softly.

While the ancient martial arts banished immortals set out to exploit the fate of the hundred nations, Braydon made his way home.

Ian Fick’s gaze betrayed a mix of emotions.

In just a few short years, the Northern King had transformed into an even more formidable figure.

Within this brief span, Braydon ascended from being a crowned king to entering the emperor realm, capable of killing divine-level characters.

It was evident to any discerning cultivator that Braydon was destined for divine status.

Those who had attained the divine realm and condensed a divine pill stood as unrivaled entities within their respective realms.

Throughout history, any genius who achieved breakthroughs could attain invincibility among peers of the same level.

Braydon’s ascension into the emperor realm solidified his status as an emperor, marking a significant milestone in his journey.

With the return of Green Lotus and the martial arts banished immortal to his body, Braydon gracefully mounted his flying sword, hands clasped behind his back, and ascended into the air.

He retained the aura of a sword immortal, exuding an air of invincibility that deterred any interference as he departed.

However, news of the assassination attempt on Braydon swiftly circulated, casting a shadow over Hansworth.

Deep within an impenetrable primitive forest, an ancient palace housed a gathering of 72 individuals, each adorned with masks concealing their identities.

Among them were Liam Neal and Louis Neal, gathered within the headquarters of the enigmatic Fifth Divine Palace.

Masked and anonymous, the members hailed from diverse backgrounds, originating from the hundred countries worldwide.

Yet, their affiliation with the Fifth Divine Palace united them.

Each member bore a number on their mask, indicating their rank within the organization.

Louis’s mask bore the number five, while Liam’s displayed a six.

As the 72 figures convened within the hall, the masked individual labeled “two” emerged, prompting a collective bow from the assembly. “Second Elder!”

“Please, be seated,” the Second Elder addressed them. “Recent events have seen a surge in aboriginal activity. Just moments ago, an assassination attempt was made. Nine great success emperors, alongside an aboriginal quasi-divine, conspired to eliminate Hansworth’s Braydon. This aggression cannot be overlooked.”

The Second Elder, clad in white robes, exuded a palpable aura of hostility.

The mission of the Fifth Divine Palace was clear-cut: hunt down aborigines.

Their sole responsibility was to eradicate all aborigines and descendants of the Oracle Palace in the outside world.

“This marks the seventh incident,” remarked the Fifth Elder from behind a mask, his tone devoid of emotion.

It was the seventh occasion on which aborigines and descendants of the martial arts world had targeted Braydon’s family.