The Strongest War God

Cole Colbie’s arrival was not unexpected.

He was furious!

In the northern territory, a place of extreme cold, bordering the eight foreign countries, it was always in danger.

In the past ten years, the frequency of Braydon suffering injuries was far less than the time when he returned to Preston!

At this moment, Cole truly wanted to lead his troops and bring Braydon back to the northern borders, to the northern desert of eight thousand miles.

The northern army was a tiger in the northern border. In the entire world, who would dare to touch Cole?

Who dared to touch the northern army!

Cole turned around and held the sword in his left hand. He said in a low voice, “Guards, listen up! Raze Mount Sheburg!”

“Yes, sir!”

The imperial guards were furious and prepared to destroy this thousand-year-old temple.

To be precise, Cole had already made his move.

In a flash, he was as fast as a flash, slashing sideways with his left hand.

Karuna’s face was solemn as he stood up and chanted, “Our Buddha is merciful. The holy land of the Buddhist sect will not allow you to behave atrociously!” The old monk was not weak!

A ninth-level king was born in the thousand-year-old Shaolin Temple.

He must have cultivated the martial arts technique that the martial artists of the outside world had been dreaming of for a long time.

The old monk Karuna raised his hand and forcefully blocked Cole’s Northern King sword.

Bang!

The moment the two kings clashed.

Cole had only been conferred the title of king for less than a year.

Although he was already a second-level king; a lower rank second-level king.

And this old monk was an upper rank ninth-level king.

The difference between the two was huge!

Cole was knocked back. The powerful force had injured him, causing blood to flow from the corner of his lips.

The always domineering King Cole would not let things go just like that.

So what if the opponent was a ninth-level king!

Cole stood in the desert of the north, as the head of the ten ruthless men.

His status was unshakable!

He held the sword in his left hand and pointed the blade at the ground. He slowly closed his eyes and retracted the domineering aura on his body!

This was not in line with Cole’s domineering fighting style.

At this moment, his temperament had changed a little!

The human touch on his body was slowly disappearing.

In its place, there was an additional indifference to the world.

And a strong killing intent!

The third technique of the eight king-conferring techniques!

These were the eight king-conferring techniques that Braydon had passed down to his brothers.

The eighth technique that Cole cultivated was the instant technique.

On the surface, Braydon was fond of the little fool.

However, the ten ruthless men all understood in their hearts that Cole was the head of the ten ruthless men who was personally acknowledged by Braydon. His position could not be shaken by anyone else.

Braydon had taught him the overpowering sword, the first level of the Art of the God of War, and one of the eight king-conferring techniques!

Among the ten ruthless men, Braydon had taught Cole the most.

Cole’s battle prowess had never fallen behind the other ruthless men.

Braydon smiled with his hands behind his back. “The end of an instant, the pinnacle’s origin!

“I created the eight techniques and didn’t choose any of them because I was preparing them for all of you!”

Braydon smiled lightly.

Until today, the northern army had welcomed the era of conferred kings.

Commander Braydon and the other regimental commanders were becoming kings one after another.

In the future, they would all be crowned king!

After becoming a king, one would reach the pinnacle.

However, Braydon had eight pinnacle path techniques in his hands.

When Cole and the others reached the ninth-level of the king realm, they would use one of the eight techniques of the pinnacle path to break through the bottleneck and become a pinnacle.

At that time, the northern army would usher in a pinnacle era.

There would be more than one pinnacle!

There would be ten of them!

Not counting Braydon, the eight martial arts paths could create eight pinnacle martial artists.

As for the little fool and Eggy, they did not need to worry.

With their talent, as long as they cultivated seriously, they would definitely be able to ascend to become a pinnacle.

Braydon understood his own brothers better than outsiders!

In the dark night.

Cole used the king-conferring technique and once again opened his eyes. His eyes were suffused with ruthlessness. The blade in his left hand was faster than a flash, and the edge of the blade was domineering.

Swoosh!

The old monk Karuna stood where he was and raised his hands to fight back.

In the next second, he was dumbstruck.

At some point, Cole had already appeared behind him, his left hand gripping the black blade, blood dripping from the blade. His movement speed had increased by several times!

It was so fast that no one could see it.

Faster than the wind!

“What a fast sword!” Old Monk Karuna said hoarsely.

In his eyes, he had indeed seen Cole attack.

That blade was the most brilliant blade he had ever seen in his life.

The speed of the sword light was so fast that it was almost as fast as a flash.

Wind and thunder were too slow in comparison!

This was the king-conferring technique: instant technique!

“What did Brother Cole do?” Savannah Jackel asked timidly.

“The end of the instant, the pinnacle’s origin. Cole still doesn’t understand the true meaning of the instant technique!”

Braydon pinched Savannah’s little nose and smiled dotingly.

When Cole attacked, his speed doubled!

Braydon was the only one present who saw Cole’s speed.

The speed of the blade was something that the ninth-level king Karuna could not block.

For some people, even if they could see you make a move, unfortunately, their limbs might not be able to keep up with their thoughts. Even though when one’s life was in danger, one’s reaction speed would be extremely sensitive.

Karuna’s body fell to the ground.

The penetrating wound on his chest had pierced through his heart.

His life force had been cut off.

He would definitely die!

Cole held his sword and indifferently said, “Those who hurt the commander of my northern army will die!”

The people of the northern army were naturally overbearing! The hundreds of staff-using monks said in horror, “Master Karuna!”

“Master Karuna has passed away!” The staff-using monks were panicking.

Instantly.

Eighteen strong monks rushed out of the inner courtyard of the thousand-year-old Shaolin Temple.

Each of them held a bronze staff and had scars on their heads. Although they were monks, they had a strong killing aura.

“Eighteen arhats?”

Braydon chuckled.

Another old monk who came out with the eighteen arhats said with sorrow, “My senior brother Karuna is merciful and compassionate, but today, he was killed by you. Take them all down and beat them to death!”

Braydon laughed when he heard that.

Karuna was compassionate?

Braydon had been recuperating earlier when the sound of the bell stopped him from recovering. Jace Jackel suffered a backlash and almost lost his life. How could you say that such a vile person was compassionate?

What a joke!

The eighteen staff-using monks were the famous eighteen arhats of Shaolin.

Without exception, they were all kings.

The king level battle techniques they cultivated could be used to form a formation.

Cole held the sword in his left hand as he indifferently watched the eighteen staff-using monks surround him.

The two sides exchanged blows in an instant.

Cole gripped his cold sword and brazenly charged forward.

Three arhats formed a formation each. All of them were kings, and they brazenly fought head-on with their bronze staffs. Cole’s attack was blocked, so he did not directly charge out.

There were fifteen staff-using monks on his left and right!

They were all kings, and their staffs were like spears as they stabbed over.

A bronze staff struck Cole’s back.

“Pfft!” Cole vomited blood.

One person fighting eighteen kings, and an eighteen-arhat formation at that. It was undoubtedly an impossible task.

Nico Yates said coldly, “Is the Shaolin Temple trying to bully us with numbers?

Let us show you what that means!”

“Where is the northern army?”

A loud shout..