The Strongest War God

Chapter 1230: The Northern King Killed the Outsiders

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Little did he know.

With the blood of the Neal family in his hands, Maduka Hlongwane could forget about leaving alive today.

If Sorrell Neal were to die here, how could Braydon Neal face his second uncle and grandfather?

Braydon was the eldest son of the third generation of the Neal family.

He was the older brother, so it would be his fault for not protecting his younger brother!

It was natural for an elder brother to protect his younger brother.

Sorrell called Braydon his brother, so Braydon would protect him for the rest of his life.

But now, Sorrell almost died right in front of Braydon.

Braydon’s eyes were red, and his body radiated killing intent.

All these years, he had been cultivating his body. Since he was young, he had killed more than a million enemies. The terrifying killing intent accumulated in his body had already transformed into a force to be reckoned with.

Braydon had kept this killing intent hidden in the depths of his body, hoping it would fade away with time.

However, how could this killing intent dissipate so easily?

Braydon’s eyes flashed with a red light. An intense killing intent surged from his slender frame, directly targeting the two adversaries.

Sorrell was fatally injured and wouldn’t last long!

As long as Braydon could reach him, he would use the Thousand Feathers Technique to save his younger brother.

“But I’m afraid saving Sorrell Neal won’t be that simple,” Maduka calmly remarked, seeing through Braydon’s intentions.

“Ten Thousand Swords Return to One, Forbidden Technique Heavenly Execution!”

Braydon’s face turned slightly pale. Managing 80,000 flying swords was already mentally taxing. Using the forbidden technique, Heavenly Execution, and 10,000 swords returning to one, would undoubtedly escalate his mental power consumption.

Braydon activated the Great Void of Kylo Art, employing the Spirit Summoning Art to draw upon the power of heaven and earth for rejuvenation.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Ten thousand swords swept over like a crimson galaxy.

The 80,000 scarlet swords soared into the sky, intertwining and coalescing.

A formidable greatsword materialized!

The colossal sword spanned thousands of miles, piercing the sky like a towering pillar.

The scarlet sword stretched 10,000 meters long, an overwhelming assault.

Who could withstand such force?

“Foolish old man, disrupt him!” Maduka, with his seemingly gentle gaze, was taken aback.

The old man had already taken action, emanating a bone-chilling killing intent.

Braydon’s forbidden technique was too formidable.

The momentum of 10,000 swords returning to one had already taken shape, impervious to any interference.

As the 10,000 swords merged into one, Braydon’s lips bled, and his mental power depleted ten times faster. Despite utilizing the Spirit Summoning Art and the Great Void of Kylo Art to replenish his body, he struggled to keep up with this relentless consumption.

“Kill!”

Braydon emitted a resounding whistle.

The old man, charging forward, betrayed a look of fear in his eyes.

He gazed up at the colossal red sword in the sky, descending rapidly.

Beneath the sword, the old man’s body disintegrated into ashes

The massive sword gleamed with sharpness.

Maduka, gripped with terror, dissipated into a mist of blood.

He paid the steep price of Blood Escape to boost his speed and flee the area.

Braydon activated the eight techniques, swiftly scooped up his wounded brother Sorrell, and employed the Thousand Feathers Technique to mend his injuries.

Sorrell, on the brink of death, gazed at his brother bathed in white light. His body appeared to ascend into the sky, enveloped in a gentle force, steadily recovering.

“Brother, what kind of forbidden technique is this?” he inquired, a mix of shock and concern evident in his voice.

Sorrell felt a combination of astonishment and frustration, worried that Braydon had employed an unfamiliar and formidable forbidden technique, paying an exorbitant price.

“He harmed you. Today, he must pay,” Braydon stated softly.

“Imperial technique, activate!”

Instructing his younger brother to remain in place, Braydon rode the colossal sword, giving chase to Maduka.

He couldn’t let this treacherous serpent escape.

Sorrell watched in astonishment as his brother rode the 10,000-meter-long sword, accelerating rapidly.

This was a novel sight, as Braydon had never employed such a colossal sword before.

And his speed kept escalating!

The immense sword’s rapid movement stirred up gales, creating a dust storm that rolled across the ground.

Maduka utilized Blood Escape, pushing his speed to the limit.

Within a few breaths, he had covered a hundred miles.

Blood Escape came at a cost to the body!

But Maduka knew that if he didn’t employ this method, he might have to leave his life behind.

Before him loomed a sizable aboriginal city!

In the ruins, the 16th ancient city was less than a hundred miles away from the aborigine gathering point.

At such a close distance, the two factions would undoubtedly clash for years until one succumbed.

There was no safe distance of 10,000 miles between them.

“Open the gate!” Maduka’s face paled, a touch of embarrassment clouding his expression as he reached the city gate and shouted.

“Young Master is back. Open the door quickly!”

The guards of the aboriginal city recognized Maduka, realizing that a significant event had transpired.

Maduka had led a morning expedition with a 400,000-strong aborigine army. Why did he return alone?

Even if they hadn’t conquered the city, a retreat of at least 200,000 was expected.

Why was Maduka the sole returnee?

The news spread swiftly.

A middle-aged man in a green robe, resembling a scholar, approached the city gate with a folding fan in hand. He spoke indifferently, “Maduka, why do you look so disheveled?”

“Uncle Haidar, why are you here? I encountered a sword immortal on the other side.”

A wry smile played on Maduka’s lips. If he hadn’t fled swiftly, his demise would have been inevitable.

“Sword immortal?” The man in green froze, inquiring, “One is considered a sword immortal if they can control more than 10,000 swords. Is what you’re saying true?”

“He wields 80,000 swords!”

Maduka completed his explanation.

Haidar Msiza’s pupils contracted as cold sweat traced his temples. This was because he was well-versed in the ways of swordsmen. A sword immortal wielding 80,000 swords hadn’t appeared in thousands of years. A formidable figure had breached the city across from them.

As the uncle and nephew conversed, a crimson sword shadow streaked across the distant sky. The 10,000-meter red light exuded an immensely powerful sword aura. Wherever the Heavenly Execution Sword passed, silent ensued; all spirit beasts bowed down.

Who would dare to reveal themselves? To do so would mean certain death.

“What’s that?” Haidar’s expression shifted dramatically.

“He’s coming!” Maduka turned around, shouting in frustration.

“Quickly inform your father to join forces with me against the enemy!”

Haidar hailed from another aboriginal city and was also a city lord-level figure. He was a quasi-emperor, a close friend of Maduka’s father, Chaka Hlongwane. As the sword immortal charged toward them, Haidar couldn’t help but be astonished.

Simultaneously, a man in blue robes appeared in a flash. His hair was tied up, and his square face exuded dignity. He spoke slowly, “There’s no need to inform me. I’m already here!”

City lord of the city of Jaa’ku, Chaka Hlongwane!

“Have you ever seen a sword immortal with 80,000 swords?” Haidar asked in a hushed tone.

“Regardless of what sword immortal he is, he is probably not that strong. Otherwise, my son wouldn’t have been able to return alive,” analyzed Chaka.

If Braydon wasn’t formidable, Maduka wouldn’t have made it back alive.

“His strength is peculiar,” Maduka explained. “His vitality fluctuation is clearly at the low-level pinnacle realm, but his strength is unusually terrifying. With 80,000 swords, he’s incredibly formidable!”

“It appears there are some exceptional talents over there. Some super geniuses have mastered formidable martial art techniques, allowing them to contend with the most formidable opponents.”

Chaka’s words hung in the air.

Braydon had already arrived.

This chapter upload first at NovelBin.Com