The Strongest War God

Chapter 1331: Fierce Fight, Retreat is the Best Option

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Gideon Zavala and the others had been covertly guarding Braydon Neal prior to the chaos.

However, as the great calamity unfolded, they stood idly by, mere spectators.

There was undoubtedly a rationale behind their inaction.

Nonetheless, Gideon made a swift entrance and exit.

“Possessing a spirit artifact means nothing,” remarked the middle-aged divine, his tone icy. “Should you dare impede my path today, your demise is assured!”

With a swift swoosh, he launched another attack.

Braydon’s thoughts turned to the two banished immortals.

In this moment, he could only harness their power to confront a divine.

With a movement akin to teleportation, Braydon darted forward.

His speed was truly staggering.

Silver wings unfurled from his back, leaving a long black trail in the air as he tore through space.

Braydon’s velocity reached an astonishing 3,000 meters per second.

He had now attained rudimentary command over the Sky Splitting Wings, his speed soaring to 9,000 meters.

“This velocity is unprecedented!” exclaimed Rayha Qhobela in disbelief.

“His speed is rending through space!” growled the earth dragon.

“My apologies for the inconvenience,” Braydon responded.

The other divine-level beings were not without strength.

They comprehended the implications of Braydon’s astonishing speed.

It signified that even united, their efforts would be futile against him.

If Braydon desired to depart, none would impede him.

Yet, for now, Braydon showed no urgency to flee.

In an instant, the 3,000 imperial paths materialized behind him, unleashing the combined might of 3,000 imperial paths and national fate.

Boom!

He threw a punch, once more engaging the middle-aged divine in combat.

Braydon was well aware of his inferiority; why, then, did he persist in a direct confrontation?

Blow after blow, Braydon was hurled through the air, his body enveloped in a terrifying force that shattered his bones.

The injuries inflicted upon him were grave, almost to the point of extinguishing his life force.

Yet, Braydon’s body emitted a radiant white light— the Thousand Feathers Technique! It bestowed upon him the ability to swiftly mend his wounds.

Meanwhile, the middle-aged divine found himself in a dire predicament.

A crimson energy surged around his fist, manifesting the ultimate strength.

The collision had infused his arm with the combined powers of fire and thunder, an amalgamation so potent that even the divine himself was taken aback.

“Cursed ultimate strength!” exclaimed the middle-aged divine, his visage contorted with shock and fury.

He exerted all his might, attempting to expel the overwhelming power.

Though the external force could send him hurtling, the destructive thunder that had permeated his bones was another matter entirely— an invasive force no divine dared to entertain.

Should it breach the divine pill, the consequences would be irreversible, his very foundation compromised.

“Break!”

With gritted teeth, the middle-aged divine raised his hand and severed his right arm, a desperate bid to rid himself of the pernicious influence.

Survival with a broken arm!

The sheer might of the ultimate power was staggering.

“The combined strength of two banished immortals couldn’t claim your life,” Braydon remarked calmly from a distance.

“Damn it! This fiend has mastered two ultimate powers!” cursed the other divines, their expressions twisted with disdain.

Confronted with such overwhelming force, even they couldn’t stifle a shiver of fear.

“What?!” Rayha Qhobela exclaimed, taken aback. “No, it’s three!”

“What?” echoed the middle-aged divine, a sensation of impending doom creeping up on him.

In his panic, he instinctively dodged, narrowly avoiding an unseen force that severed his left ear.

The excruciating pain and the accumulation of injuries filled the middle-aged divine with a profound sense of shame.

For centuries, he had stood as a formidable presence as a sixth-level divine, unchallenged.

Yet, here he was, defeated by a newly risen emperor.

The indignation burned within him, stoking the flames of his fury.

“Benka, it seems you can’t handle him alone,” remarked an aboriginal divine, addressing the middle-aged divine.

In the realm of divines, martial artists were bestowed martial titles upon ascending to the divine realm, their original names lost to history.

“I’ll kill him as effortlessly as crushing an ant,” the middle-aged man with one arm retorted.

“Let us capture him together. Whether to slay him or not is your choice. But we mustn’t delay the opening of the bronze door,” thundered the giant ape, his voice resonating with authority.

Among the 35 divines, he was the most fearsome, his prowess nearing the pinnacle of the divine realm.

Undoubtedly, he was a formidable adversary.

After the thousand-meter-tall giant ape spoke, virtually no one voiced objections.

Perched upon the trunk of the towering pagoda tree, a clear human face emerged.

“I’ll subdue him. You all move in for the capture,” declared the face.

“Got it!” came the unanimous response.

In an instant, more than five divine-level characters launched their attacks.

Braydon, now equipped with the Sky Splitting Wings, possessed a terrifying speed.

What’s more, he had mastered extreme strength, rendering him a formidable threat to the divine-level beings who had roamed the earth for centuries.

In their eyes, eliminating potential threats outweighed any concern for the decorum of strength.

Thus, Braydon, deemed a threat, faced certain death.

As a divine-level character initiated their assault, Braydon’s greatest adversary emerged: the ancient locust tree.

Suddenly, hundreds of thick roots erupted from the soil, entwining the sky in an attempt to hinder Braydon’s movements and subdue him.

Undeterred, Braydon’s wings flapped, propelling him forward like a streak of silver light that pierced through the world.

In this moment, he grasped the true terror of the Sky Splitting Wings bestowed upon him by Gideon.

With a swift motion, the Sky Splitting Wings extended to a length of three meters, effortlessly slicing through the brown tendrils with precision.

Green liquid oozed from the wound— the essence of plants, the lifeblood of a divine-level plant demon.

One drop was equivalent to a thousand-year-old herb, a coveted ingredient in pill refinement even amidst ruins.

“What?!” The old locust tree bellowed in astonishment.

Even emperor-level weapons would struggle to leave a mark on its roots, unless wielded by a divine.

Constantine Siegel had entrusted Gideon with delivering the Sky Splitting Wings.

Constantine’s single-handed defeat of a divine spoke volumes about the potency of the spirit artifact adorning his person.

The Sky Splitting Wings emanated a shimmering silver light, enhancing Braydon’s speed to its zenith.

With a swift motion, Braydon severed the roots of the old locust tree, prompting a furious roar as they recoiled.

Meanwhile, other divine-level characters closed in, launching their attacks in a coordinated assault.

Layers of heaven and earth pressed down upon the old locust tree, hindering Braydon’s speed significantly.

The combined pressure of the five divines permeated the world, exerting immense force that reverberated through the heavens.

Thus, the true bloody battle commenced.

In the midst of the chaos, the divine-level figure made his move.

Braydon, relying on the Sky Splitting Wings to command extreme speed and strength, possessed the combat prowess of an extreme path emperor.

“Die!”

Braydon moved with the swiftness of a ghost, leaving over a thousand afterimages in his wake.

Despite several divine-level characters closing in around him, Braydon kept his focus on Benka.

The aborigine stood at the sixth level of the divine realm, his battle prowess diminished by previous injuries inflicted by Braydon.

It was an opportune moment to exploit his weakness and claim his life.

Seizing the chance, Braydon circled around, launching an attack from behind with a silver glow emanating from his left fist.

A sphere of ultimate thunder power enveloped Braydon’s fist as he delivered a single, decisive punch.

“Pfft!” Benka expelled a mouthful of blood, his face contorted with pallor and fury as the sphere of ultimate thunder power surged into his body, posing a potentially fatal threat.

Meanwhile, the other aborigine divines, not ones to stand idly by, swiftly charged toward the scene, recognizing the imminent danger. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Though Braydon relied on the Sky Splitting Wings to contend with the five divines, he was still human.

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