The Strongest War God Chapter 390: Some People Can ‘t Be Killed

Chapter 390: Some People Can ‘t Be Killed

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Kill them on the spot!

Braydon’s stance was simple.

Yin and yang belonged to each other. If they did not submit, he would destroy the yin-yang people.

All the yin-yang people would be exterminated, leaving no one alive.

The prosperous Hansworth of today could not tolerate people who were outside the law.

Even the pinnacle had to abide by the laws of the country!

Thus, Haroon Lincoln had to consider this matter on his own.

After rejecting King Braydon, from tonight onward, the yin-yang people would have to be prepared to vanish into thin air. Tonight, Mount Sheburg was littered with corpses.

The smell of blood filled the air.

A person slowly appeared halfway up the mountain.

It was Nico Yates.

He had arrived long ago. However, a great battle had erupted on Mount Sheburg, so he did not go up.

With a half-step pinnacle attacking, Nico’s partic.i.p.ation would only cause trouble for Braydon. “Commander! ”

Nico appeared.

Braydon nodded and waited for him to continue.

Nico took out an ancient book from his pocket. There were ancient characters on it.

It was the Hansworth martial arts internal cultivation technique!

Mount Nubis was actually willing to give it to them.

Braydon was a little surprised. He took it calmly and asked, “What are the conditions of Mount Nubis?”

“It’s not really a condition. After I explained the reason, the sect master of Mount Nubis’s Zento Sect personally made a copy of Hansworth internal cultivation technique and asked me to give it to the commander with a message.”

Nico stood at the side.

“Speak!” Braydon nodded.

“The sect master of the Zento Sect said that the Northern King is the star of Hansworth. If there is anything you need, Zento Sect will definitely help.”

There were no additional conditions.

This was Mount Nubis, the ancestral court.

The Hansworth martial arts internal cultivation technique was their treasure.

If they presented it just like that, they could put forth any conditions to Braydon.

But Mount Nubis did not!

Braydon owed them a favor.

Back then, Braydon had become a War G.o.d at the age of nine in the northern territory, stunning Hansworth.

A king from beyond the borders had forcefully crossed over.

It caused the old princ.i.p.al of the northern military school to fall.

On that night, not only did the powerful cultivators of the Mount Sino region rush to the northern region, but they also, the sect master of Mount Nubis’s Zento Sect also arrived in the northern region overnight and killed his way into the foreign countries to defend the country’s prestige.

The friends.h.i.+p between Braydon and Mount Nubis had already been developed when he was nine years old.

Braydon took the Hansworth internal cultivation technique and handed it to Jace Jackel. He said softly, “Jace, remember the Hansworth internal cultivation technique?”

“Brother Braydon!”

Jace was getting weaker and weaker.

“If you fall, I’ll kill my way through the capital tonight,” Braydon said indifferently.

Jace was determined to die.

But Braydon wanted him to live!

No matter what, Jace had to learn the internal cultivation of Hansworth. Braydon would use the purple Qi to help him nourish his body and be reborn!

Braydon’s Art of the G.o.d of War had the effect of cleansing the marrow every time he cultivated it.

However, he had to cultivate it to the third cycle. Jace did not have that much time to cultivate the Art of the G.o.d of War Otherwise, Braydon would definitely pa.s.s it to him.

Jace took the Hansworth internal cultivation manual and slowly flipped through it under the moonlight, memorizing every word.

When he flipped to the first page, he was immersed in it.

The manual recorded the internal cultivation techniques.

First year: changing Qi.

Second year: changing blood.

Third year: changing essence.

Fourth year: changing pulse.

Fifth year: changing marrow.

Sixth year: changing bones.

Seventh year: changing muscles and tendons.

Eighth year: changing hair.

Ninth year: changing form.

This was the internal cultivation technique.

The ruling king in 200 BC, Corbin Lepore, the peerless prodigy of that era, created this technique.

Even now, the future generations would not forget him!

The Hansworth internal cultivation technique was very suitable for Jace now, allowing him to be reborn and rebuild himself.

If Jace could survive, his future achievements would be limitless!

It was late at night.

Jace memorized all the contents of the Hansworth internal cultivation technique and sat cross-legged to cultivate.

Braydon flicked his fingers and smashed the secret manual into powder.

Only Jace could learn the Hansworth internal cultivation technique.

This was his respect for Mount Nubis.

Otherwise, the Hansworth internal cultivation technique would spread everywhere.

Would he be able to face the Zento Sect of Mount Nubis if that happened?

That would be repaying kindness with ingrat.i.tude!

Thus, Braydon had never once flipped through the Hansworth internal cultivation technique.

He had the Art of the G.o.d of War. That was enough!

At this moment.

Jace closed his eyes to cultivate the Hansworth internal cultivation technique. There was a lot of purple Qi in his body.

It was all from Braydon who had transferred it to his body to extend his life.

Jace cultivated the Hansworth internal cultivation technique and refined the purple Qi bit by bit, completely integrating it into his body.

Gradually, his weak aura began to improve.

This was the Hansworth internal cultivation technique.

The first step for cultivators was to strengthen their Qi.

If the Qi was connected to the limbs and bones, it would prolong life and prevent all kinds of diseases.

Braydon raised his left hand and pressed it on Jace’s head. Purple Qi surged out of his body and entered Jace’s body.

At this moment, Jace opened his eyes in shock and anger. “Brother Braydon, stop!”

Purple Qi was extremely rare!

This kind of thing could only be encountered by luck.

Jace did not want Braydon to sacrifice himself to help him recover.

“Stop talking. Your life comes first.”

As soon as Braydon finished speaking, a trace of blood seeped out from the corner of his mouth. His face was a little pale and blue.

An extremely cold energy caused Braydon’s eyebrows and hair to turn white.

It looked like the hidden illness in his body had relapsed!

Nico’s pupils constricted. He took a step forward, but Braydon raised his hand to stop him. He immediately withdrew his left hand and stopped the purple Qi from leaking out. He sat cross-legged on the spot and closed his eyes to suppress the injuries in his body.

At the same time, Haroon, who was nailed to a tree in the distance, fell to the ground.

The sword light on his chest instantly dissipated.

Haroon was also heavily injured. He looked over and said hoa.r.s.ely, “The Northern King has a hidden disease. That extreme cold energy is like the pinnacle path that has been fused into his body.”

“You want to fight?”

Nico pulled out the black blade from his waist, fearless.

“No.” Haroon shook his head. “With the Northern King’s strength, so what if his injuries have relapsed? He can split his attention to kill me in a split second. It’ll only take a second.

“I have come to challenge His Highness the Northern King tonight, but I don’t dare to kill him!

“Some people can’t be killed!

“He is the son of Hansworth!”

Haroon sighed lightly. He was heavily injured in many places, but they were not fatal.

He sat on the spot as if he was having a casual conversation.

Back then, the yin-yang people went to the north and said that the young Braydon Neal was about to reach his limit and wanted to take him away.

In fact, they had selfish motives!

If they took away the son of Hansworth and nurtured him amongst the yin-yang people, he would become a supreme figure who could become a G.o.d in the future.

Perhaps it would allow them to return to their former glory.

Unfortunately, the old commander, Finley Yanagi, did not give them what they wanted and fought them relentlessly. Haroon had no intention of killing Braydon.

In the next moment.

He seemed to have noticed something, and his eyes were as sharp as lightning as he looked at the tightly shut gate of the Shaolin Temple.

The door slowly opened!

Accompanied by a majestic voice, ‘Who dares to cause trouble in the Buddhist Holy Land?”

This voice had the effect of deterring and shaking people’s hearts.

Jace’s cultivation was disturbed at the critical moment, and his eight meridians were affected. His already weak body suffered a backlash.

He coughed up dark-red blood. It was fatal!

Haroon grunted, also bleeding, and said furiously, “Old Bald Donkey, you guys

are courting death!”