The Strongest War God Chapter 1371: Exterminating Evil

Chapter 1371: Exterminating Evil

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Braydon Neal, the prodigies of the Spirit Sea aren’t like the run-of-the-mill geniuses you find outside. Those who make a name for themselves there all have their ace cards and lethal techniques,” Wake White remarked with a furrowed brow.

He hadn’t expected Braydon to take such a nonchalant att.i.tude.

To everyone’s surprise, Braydon merely chuckled lightly without engaging in argument.

Instead, he seized the initiative and launched his attack.

After all, the elites of the Spirit Sea were renowned for their mastery of deadly techniques.

And did Braydon lack such skills?

Not at all.

For Braydon was none other than the Thirteenth Master of the Spirit Sea!

His soul had merged with that of the three-year-old Braydon long ago, forming a singular ident.i.ty.

The Thirteenth Master was Braydon, and Braydon was the Thirteenth Master.

It was a union that promised to rock the foundations of the Spirit Sea when Braydon ascended to the extreme divine realm.

In an instant, Braydon sprung into action, summoning 3,000 imperial paths into his grasp.

With each path representing nine times the might of an emperor, Braydon’s power was awe-inspiring.

As he activated his sword path domain, his combat prowess surged even further.

With a subtle movement of his left hand, the air crackled with sword energy, coalescing into a formidable blade that cleaved through s.p.a.ce itself.

Wake was taken aback. “You…,” he stammered, feeling the specter of death looming over him. “You’re merely an emperor, yet your strength amplification is unprecedented.”

Indeed, Braydon’s aura alone overwhelmed them both.

With his domain in full force and his imperial paths augmented to their maximum potential, he stood as an unparalleled force to be reckoned with.

With a staggering ninety-fold difference in combat strength, Braydon easily overwhelmed them both.

Bryn Black’s expression soured. “The human emperor’s path encompa.s.ses the very essence of life itself, and coupled with his mastery of a domain, we stand no chance against him. We need to flee!”

Both of them were desperate to escape, knowing that staying meant certain death.

But they seemed to have overlooked a crucial fact: it was folly to challenge the speed of a spatial body.

Braydon’s teleportation abilities far outstripped their own, leaving them with no choice but to confront him head-on.

Braydon’s sword path domain encased Bryn, his sword flas.h.i.+ng with deadly precision as it tore through s.p.a.ce and struck Bryn squarely in the chest.

In a last-ditch effort to survive, Bryn unleashed his bloodline secret technique: beast transformation.

His body morphed into a half-human, half-beast form, with ancient energy pulsing from his two horns and his skin covered in black scales.

Even amidst this transformation, Bryn’s aura surged, his strength increasing tenfold.

But it was still no match for Braydon, who remained nine times more powerful.

And with Bryn trapped within the confines of the sword path domain, his fate was sealed.

With a swift motion, Braydon’s left hand slashed through Bryn’s chest, the sound of bones cracking echoing through the air.

The sword lodged itself just 30% of the way in, halted by Bryn’s remarkably resilient scales.

“Die!”

Bryn’s eyes blazed crimson as he unleashed a primal roar, his hands morphing into razor-sharp claws.

In a split second, he launched his attack—Black Tiger Steals Heart—a vicious swipe aimed at Braydon’s chest.

But in the blink of an eye, a verdant silhouette shot forth from Braydon’s body.

It was the green lotus banished immortal, who swiftly engaged and triggered his second domain: the time domain.

With the domain activated, time within a 100-meter radius decelerated tenfold, courtesy of Green Lotus’ mastery over the temporal chains.

He extended her left hand, aiming directly for Bryn’s forehead.

In a flash, his finger punctured the s.p.a.ce between his brows, creating a round black orifice that penetrated his spiritual aperture, annihilating his consciousness and soul in one fell swoop.

“Bryn!”

Wake’s eyes blazed with fury, his body now covered in white scales.

With a roar, he threatened, “Braydon! I’ll have my revenge in the Spirit Sea!”

But before he could make his escape, Braydon refused to let him slip away.

Allowing Wake to flee would court disaster in the future.

“Reflow!” Green Lotus’ voice was stern as he raised his hand, casting a spell to contain the dispersing blood mist and revert it to its original form.

Yet, despite his efforts, he was a fraction too slow.

Simultaneously, black streaks streaked across the s.p.a.ce.

Whoos.h.!.+

A severed arm hung in the air, accompanied by Wake’s anguished cry.

Braydon launched an attack, slicing through s.p.a.ce.

In desperation, Wake reached out, managing to grasp Braydon but at the cost of his own arm.

Ultimately, Wake managed to escape, albeit at a great price.

The Blood Escape Technique exacted a heavy toll on one’s vitality.

“The time domain’s range is still too limited. Sufficient for defense, but insufficient for offense,” remarked Green Lotus.

“If a divine wishes to flee, it would prove exceedingly challenging to restrain them.”

Despite Braydon’s utilization of spatial and temporal techniques, he couldn’t prevent Wake’s escape.

It highlighted the immense difficulty in eliminating him.

Typically, when confronting an extreme divine, it led to a bitter vendetta, with one party ultimately prevailing, often by the hands of an ent.i.ty surpa.s.sing the divine realm, denying the other any chance of escape.

Two prodigies from the Spirit Sea—one dead, the other wounded.

The remaining divine-level creatures exchanged glances before turning to flee.

All fifty-seven ent.i.ties sought escape, a futile endeavor if faced alone by Braydon.

Undeterred, the three banished immortals launched their a.s.sault, reigniting a fierce battle within the 11th ruin.

The once-proud inhabitants now fled in fear, pursued by the relentless trio.

Seven divine-level beings found themselves cornered, their only recourse being a desperate flight into the Spirit Sea.

But allowing them to escape into the Spirit Sea…

Would Braydon permit it?

Braydon invoked the Spirit Summoning Art, forcibly rending the sky to harness the power of the stars from the outside world.

Adorned in celestial radiance, akin to a G.o.d of war amidst the stars, he pursued the aboriginal divine-level experts into the Spirit Sea.

One of the aborigines turned upon entering the Spirit Sea, roaring back, “Braydon, do not push me too far. If you persist, I will self-destruct. Do not even entertain the thought of survival!”

“Exterminate evil!”

Braydon’s response was cold, br.i.m.m.i.n.g with lethal intent.

Even within the Spirit Sea, their end awaited them.

However, another black-robed figure emerged in the Spirit Sea, distinct from the one Braydon had previously encountered.

“Enter the Spirit Sea. Those who venture forth shall live, those who retreat shall peris.h.!.+” declared the slender figure, brandis.h.i.+ng a black sword with the number 22 etched upon its blade.

“We are willing to enter the Spirit Sea!” proclaimed the seven fleeing divines unanimously.

For them, entering the Spirit Sea offered the only respite from Braydon’s pursuit in the 11th ruin.

Yet, Braydon hesitated, furrowing his brow.

He was reluctant to enter the Spirit Sea himself, especially now.

His presence was imperative to stave off the aboriginal warriors from the ruins.

“Do you agree to enter the Spirit Sea?”

The black-robed figure’s eyes gleamed with a glimmer of hope as he beheld Braydon’s latent potential—a potential of truly staggering proportions.

Once he stepped into the Spirit Sea, his brilliance would surely s.h.i.+ne forth.

Achieving eminence there could grant him the freedom he sought.

“The Spirit Sea harbors techniques and arcane knowledge that far exceed the divine level. It holds the secrets of eternal life—everything that eludes the outside world,” the black-robed man elaborated.

Curious, Braydon inquired, “If we refrain from entering the Spirit Sea, can we still eliminate them?”

The black-robed man shook his head solemnly. “The Spirit Sea adheres to its own set of laws. Straying into its periphery by accident is forgivable, but once you pa.s.s a certain boundary, entry is deemed voluntary. There’s no turning back. Those who attempt to retreat face certain death.”

Surveying the seven fugitives, Braydon realized his options were limited.

Allowing them to escape meant that they might never leave unless they had ascended beyond the divine realm.

Reluctant to plunge into the Spirit Sea, Braydon hesitated.

Then, a burly middle-aged man issued a chilling threat, venom dripping from his words: “Braydon Neal, mark my words! Once I transcend the extreme divine realm, I shall emerge and obliterate your entire lineage!”