The Strongest War God

“Forbidden technique, Heaven-Splitting!”

Braydon Neal gave him a brief glance, choosing not to waste time explaining to this foolish individual.

The Overpowering Sword’s fourth move.

The forbidden technique, Heaven-Splitting, was activated.

In an instant, Braydon’s vitality was depleted by 100,000 Na.

The vitality of the red lotus was nearly completely drained.

The Northern King Sword trembled as if struggling under the immense force.

Crack!

A crack emerged on the blade!

Braydon’s eyes remained calm and emotionless.

The Northern King Sword cracked!

Yet, Braydon still unsheathed his sword boldly.

The sword light didn’t bloom; instead, it rapidly contracted.

The sword light, now twenty meters long, slashed toward the sky.

He cut through the bronze rod with his sword!

The rod shattered, and the person perished!

The sword descended, slicing through the inimitable pinnacle.

Ghauth Hatendi didn’t even have time to react, bewildered by the sudden eightfold increase in Braydon’s attack!

Let’s not forget the multiplying effect of the Overpowering Sword.

And the forbidden technique, Heaven-Splitting.

Among the ten forbidden techniques, Heaven-Splitting was the most potent.

It could amplify the user’s attack from one to nine times!

Combining both, Braydon slashed Ghauth with his sword.

It wasn’t surprising that he shattered the vitality barrier of this inimitable pinnacle.

Braydon, a prodigy, had mastered numerous secret techniques that could elevate his combat strength by more than ten times in a short period.

Following Ghauth’s demise, the surviving aborigines were terrified.

The revered clan elder had fallen.

Braydon held the sword with both hands, surveyed the cracks on the Northern King Sword, exhaled, sheathed it, and vowed to reforge it when the opportunity arose.

Simultaneously, Braydon walked toward the distant lake, treading on water, and calmly instructed, “Little Fool, kill them.”

“No problem!”

Luke drew the two cold daggers from his waist and soared into the sky.

His eyes emitted a cold, murderous aura.

Each sweep of his blade claimed aboriginal lives.

In less than 15 minutes, 700 aborigines lay dead.

The little fool sheathed his sword, shook his head, stepped on the pile of corpses, and gazed at the floating disc above the lake.

The pitch-black round plate, emitting faint light, was a spirit artifact.

It was this item that restrained the small tree from escaping underground.

Braydon reached for it and examined the circular rune on the black disc made of silver liquid substance.

These palm-sized runes were extraordinarily precious.

The disc itself appeared ordinary, but the rune held exceptional rarity.

Upon closer inspection, one could sense the sealing power within the runes, the force that confined the land and prevented the small tree from escaping.

“Little Fool,” Braydon softly spoke as he stored the disc, “it seems that we know too little about this world.”

“What’s wrong?” Luke asked with curiosity.

Braydon turned away, stating bluntly, “It’s likely that there’s an immensely advanced ancient martial arts civilization concealed in the ruins. Even the hundreds of countries outside can’t compare to them.”

The little fool cared little about such matters, following Braydon without dwelling on it.

However, Braydon couldn’t shake off the feeling.

The ruins harbored many secrets.

The environment was naturally conducive for martial artists to cultivate.

As Braydon and Little Fool departed, a multitude of spirit beasts converged.

The scent of blood had lured them.

Even a supreme pinnacle had descended, scaring away all the spirit beasts.

The eyes of a purple-robed middle-aged man were glinted with unbridled anger.

He was Myo Hatendi, the chief of the Mahona Tribe.

Initially, he had been overseeing the search for that rare treasure. However, two days ago, an incident occurred in the tribe, prompting him to return. He entrusted the oversight of this place to the tribe elder, Ghauth.

In just two days, unexpected events unfolded.

Hundreds of Mahona Tribe members were mercilessly slaughtered.

The clan elder, Ghauth, fell in battle.

The rare treasure’s whereabouts remained unknown.

Myo’s countenance darkened as he spoke hoarsely, “The rare treasure was meant for Lord White Tiger. Now that it’s gone missing, Lord White Tiger will surely inflict severe punishment upon our Mahona Tribe.”

With these thoughts, Myo swiftly disappeared.

He extended his mental power to trace any signs of Braydon.

The corpses of Ghauth and the others bore marks of deliberate slashing, ruling out the possibility of spirit beasts besieging the area.

Ghauth was determined to discover which tribe had stolen their valuable treasures.

The supreme pinnacle initiated a thorough search.

Braydon and the little fool didn’t venture far, their senses acutely attuned.

“Brother, there’s a supreme pinnacle aborigine!” the little fool murmured.

Braydon squinted. “He’s coming for us. Probably a formidable warrior from the Mahona Tribe. To evade him, we may have to seek refuge in the territory of the ninth-level spirit beasts.”

“What? Ninth-level spirit beasts!”

“Brother!” Luke exclaimed. “A few days ago, we were chased by an eighth-level spirit beast. Have you forgotten?”

“In the territory of a ninth-level spirit beast, that supreme pinnacle aborigine wouldn’t dare to use his mental power for exploration. Doing so would provoke a ninth-level spirit beast, sparking a fierce battle between the two.”

Braydon weighed his options.

Being hunted by a supreme pinnacle aborigine would pose a significant problem.

Spirit beast hunts might take time, but if they couldn’t find them, the matter would be laid to rest.

Aborigines, on the other hand, were a different story.

Having killed hundreds and looted their treasures, Braydon and Luke were destined for a deadly conflict with the Mahona Tribe members.

Braydon couldn’t allow the supreme pinnacle to discover his whereabouts, as it would spell significant trouble.

With Luke in tow, Braydon increased his speed.

In the forest, his movement speed exceeded 300 meters per second.

In addition to releasing mental power.

Soon, Braydon found the territory of a ninth-level spirit beast.

In the distance, a mountain and waterfall created a serene scene. Birds sang, flowers emitted fragrance, and little monkeys played in the mountain stream, their chattering filling the air.

The most imposing was the peak of the mountain. A white ape sat cross-legged on a massive rock, inhaling the essence of the sun and moon. A potent and ferocious aura surrounded its entire being.

That was the pressure of a ninth-level spirit beast!

The white ape, almost human-like, was engaged in meditative cultivation.

All signs pointed to this white ape being an extraordinary creature.

Braydon restrained his aura and quietly approached the Monkey Mountain with the little fool.

Simultaneously, Myo had caught up with Braydon.

He seemed to have detected some traces.

Braydon and Luke moved swiftly, leaving behind subtle traces along the way.

Of course, they wouldn’t leave behind obvious traces like footprints.

Yet, as Braydon sped along, he inevitably broke some branches.

These minuscule traces would be magnified in the eyes of the supreme pinnacle’s mental power.

Myo, tracking Braydon, inadvertently stepped into the territory of another spirit beast.

Amidst a fierce cry,

An eighth-level sparrow streaked across the sky with iridescent light.

The sparrow circled, emitting a warning cry as if cautioning Myo not to encroach upon its territory.