The Strongest War God Chapter 1372: Jaromir Neal Descends

Chapter 1372: Jaromir Neal Descends

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

With venomous glares and threatening words, it was clear that a deadly vendetta had been declared.

Braydon Neal remained composed, his gaze icy as he faced the aggressor.

Such words had crossed a line for Braydon.

The notion of wiping out the entire Neal lineage, including Trevon Neal and Judith Neal, was intolerable.

This type of avowed enemy was undeniably perilous; driven by hatred, they could push themselves to extreme lengths, risking life and limb to achieve their goals.

Faced with this threat, Braydon resolved that all seven of them must perish.

From his storage ring, Braydon produced a black token and made contact with someone.

At the heart of the Spirit Sea, on a serene island akin to paradise, Jaromir Neal was leisurely strolling when he sensed something amiss.

Retrieving the black token, he addressed it, “Thirteen!”

“I need your a.s.sistance. I have a mortal feud with seven aboriginal divines in the Spirit Sea region of the 11th ruin. I won’t rest until they’re dealt with,” Braydon implored.

Braydon was aware of the esteemed status held by the thirteen Spirit Sea disciples within the Spirit Sea.

Braydon’s second brother, Jaromir, possessed formidable spatial prowess, able to traverse distances instantaneously.

Cutting off communication, Jaromir promptly phased into s.p.a.ce.

The seven divine-level aborigines accompanying the black-robed man were left bewildered.

They hadn’t antic.i.p.ated Braydon’s connection with someone from the Spirit Sea.

With this revelation, their chances of survival seemed bleak indeed.

Despite being stray dogs, they still dared to confront Braydon.

But with his ruthlessness, leaving such a dangerous threat alive was out of the question.

Uproot the weeds and eliminate the threat!

Those who dared to endanger his wives and children deserved nothing less than death.

In that critical moment, a fissure tore open the sky above the s.p.a.ce, heralding the arrival of a supreme expert descending forcefully.

The black-robed man was visibly shaken, catching a glimpse of the figure emerging from the spatial pa.s.sage.

“Jaromir Neal of the Spirit Sea!” he exclaimed furiously.

“No. 22 Guardian of Order!” Jaromir descended gracefully, offering a faint smile.

The guardian of order’s countenance turned grave; he recognized the ruthless nature of this individual from the Spirit Sea.

The thirteen Spirit Sea disciples were renowned for their brutality, having caused the demise of over 2,000 of the Spirit Sea’s guardians of order.

The black-robed man, now alone, remained on high alert, unwilling to lower his guard in the presence of such formidable adversaries.

Standing firm on the sea’s surface, Jaromir gazed at Braydon, a sigh escaping his lips.

“In order to safeguard a fragment of your soul, Big Brother paid a steep price. He’s still recovering in seclusion. Ninth Brother’s dual-pupils were nearly destroyed. Third Brother, Sixth Brother, and the others risked their lives to s.h.i.+eld your soul.

“Despite our efforts, I couldn’t protect your residual soul. An unforeseen incident occurred during that time. If only you had retained the same ferocity as before, this guardian of order wouldn’t have survived today.” Jaromir’s expression betrayed a sense of guilt as he recounted the sacrifices made by the thirteen Spirit Sea disciples to preserve the youngest among them.

If that remnant soul could retain even 30% of its memories, Thirteenth Master’s wrath would surely seal this guardian of order’s fate today.

When Thirteenth Master ventured into the Spirit Sea, no force dared to impede him, ultimately leading to the collapse of the Spirit Sea’s hierarchy.

The guardians of order vanished without a trace, cowering in fear.

“What?!” The black-robed man’s terror was palpable. “Thirteenth Master lives?” he exclaimed, his fear evident.

This turn of events seemed inconceivable to the guardian of order and his ilk, given the deep-seated animosity between them and Thirteenth Master.

As long as neither side perished, the vendetta remained unresolved.

Thirteenth Master’s prowess was legendary, striking fear into even the most formidable adversaries.

His sheer talent was unparalleled, instilling trepidation in the terrifying ent.i.ties backing the 3,000 guardians.

They had ruthlessly extinguished Thirteenth Master’s life and dispersed his soul, or so they had thought.

Yet, thirty years later, Thirteenth Master resurfaced.

Jaromir swiftly pivoted and delivered a decisive palm strike, prompting the black-robed man to flee in a panic.

Knowing escape was his only recourse, he bolted without hesitation, aware that failure to do so meant certain demise.

To many, the ruler of the Spirit Sea embodied absolute authority, symbolizing order itself.

However, to a select few, they were mere enforcers of a fragile status quo.

For them, the guardians of order’s life held little value.

Why wouldn’t they dare to kill?

“Since I have descended, how can you be allowed to live?” Jaromir’s voice remained eerily composed as he spoke.

With a swift motion, s.p.a.ce itself buckled and collapsed.

The s.p.a.ce within a hundred miles crumbled, followed by a chorus of agonized screams from the seven aborigine divine-level figures.

They were mercilessly shredded into oblivion by the relentless force of s.p.a.ce, their very essence disintegrating.

Even their storage bags were no match for the spatial onslaught, rupturing and scattering their contents into the void, where they vanished without a trace.

Amidst the darkness of the collapsing s.p.a.ce, resistance was futile.

Trapped and disoriented, their inevitable demise loomed closer with each pa.s.sing moment.

The black-robed man, ensnared in the collapsing void, cried out in desperation, “Jaromir Neal, killing a guardian of order is a grave crime!”

“I will shoulder the consequences,” Jaromir replied calmly, his gesture mending the ruptured s.p.a.ce.

With a gentle push, the rift sealed shut, entombing the black-robed man within.

His fate was sealed – trapped in the void, he wouldn’t survive more than fifteen minutes.

As the dust settled, Jaromir addressed the somber silence, revealing the truth behind the unfolding events.

“There are matters I wished to discuss with you upon your entry into the Spirit Sea. However, circ.u.mstances compel me to address them now. The thirteen sons and the guardians of order are sworn enemies. Your past actions led to the slaughter of many guardians of order, attracting the attention of a formidable adversary.”

“Ninth Brother employed the soul-gathering song to salvage what remained of your soul, integrating it into the three-year-old you, hidden away in Preston.”

Braydon found Jaromir’s words somewhat believable, yet he couldn’t recall anything from his early childhood – his memory was a complete blank slate.

“After you enter the Spirit Sea, many of your adversaries from the past will come seeking retribution,” Jaromir explained. “Those who share your era, sworn enemies, and the guardians of order will all be after you.”

“What exactly awaits in the Spirit Sea?” Braydon asked, his expression troubled.

“Once you attain the divine realm, entering the Spirit Sea becomes imperative,” Jaromir responded solemnly. “For thousands of years, the path beyond the divine realm has remained hidden within the Spirit Sea. It seems even the heavens conspire to keep it concealed from the outside world.”

“The path beyond the divine realm lies within the Spirit Sea,” Jaromir emphasized. “Without the prowess of a divine, one would likely be devoured by sea beasts the moment they set foot in those treacherous waters.”

Braydon couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was amiss.

Jaromir let out a chuckle.

“Indeed, the Spirit Sea has a specific purpose for attracting divine-level cultivators.”

“What exactly is this purpose?” Braydon’s eyes gleamed with curiosity.

Jaromir explained frankly, “The inner reaches of the Spirit Sea are perilous – even divines struggle to protect themselves there. Yet amidst the danger, one can find secret realms and treasure troves br.i.m.m.i.n.g with ancient legacies.”

“In the core regions, you’ll encounter various unique sites such as combat towers, star energy reservoirs, celestial maps, and spirit-returning islands,” Jaromir elaborated. “Each place holds extraordinary potential, seemingly designed to nurture those who dare to explore them.”