The Strongest War God

Braydon Neal needed no reason to end its life.

Dark clouds gathered, and thunder echoed through the air.

A force akin to a lightning pillar crashed down.

Raising his left hand, Braydon caught the descending lightning pillar on his palm, holding a thousand-meter-long bolt that made him appear god-like.

Just as Braydon prepared to unleash his lethal move, a distant roar shattered the silence.

Another lion?

This one carried the pressure of a ninth-level fierce beast.

Seemingly, the silver-maned lion had a powerful family and expert backing.

“Why do you hunt spirit beasts?” A distant, ethereal voice questioned gently. “As a noble descendant of a god, why do you engage in this?

“Gods govern the mortal world; all living beings are equal. Transcending the mortal realm, all living beings worship the gods!”

A girl in a white dress, veiled with eyes like autumn water, walked barefoot in the sky.

A bell adorned her slender ankle, and she was accompanied by a lioness, a ninth-level vicious spirit beast.

An outsider had interfered.

Braydon, riding the Heavenly Execution Sword, applied the eight pinnacle techniques, his demeanor cold and his eyes void of humanity.

“Today, anyone standing in my way will perish!” His tone was icy and ruthless.

Without hesitation, Braydon launched an attack, the Heavenly Execution Sword charging toward the silver-maned lion.

A palm slap on the hilt gathered lightning into the sword, infusing it with the power of thunder.

“A sword that breaks time!” Braydon declared indifferently.

Swoosh!

The Heavenly Execution Sword moved at incredible speed.

“As one of us, this is the first time I’ve seen someone like you,” the girl said softly.

“You’ve cultivated a spell, yet you’re also compatible with other paths. Are you an existence born from the union of a god and a mortal?”

As her gentle voice faded, she stepped forward, raising her right hand.

Whoosh!

Her palm intercepted the Heavenly Execution Sword.

A massive shockwave formed between her palm and the sword.

Braydon’s eyes remained cold, unfazed.

“This sister is strong. She blocked my brother’s forbidden technique attack with her bare hands,” Luke remarked.

“When you meet someone stronger than you, you either call them brother or sister. When you meet someone weaker than you, you beat the crap out of them,” the white ape added, eyeing Luke.

Ignoring the white ape’s remarks, Luke continued watching the battle between Braydon and the graceful girl.

Braydon’s attacks were relentless, yet he didn’t anticipate being halted by a white-clad girl using only her bare hands.

The graceful girl effortlessly blocked the Heavenly Execution Sword, resisting the sweeping lightning.

Her strength was exceptionally formidable.

“What’s your name?” the girl inquired.

“Sister, my name is Luke Yates!” Luke eagerly waved.

“Little Chubby, I didn’t ask you,” the girl chuckled, leaving Luke puzzled.

In the past, Juneau Haines and others called him Little Chubby.

Now, this mysterious sister had adopted the same moniker.

Remaining rational, Braydon, regardless of the girl’s identity, was determined to eliminate any obstacle in his path.

“Martial arts enveloping the world!”

Braydon launched another attack, fully deploying his combat technique, indicating that he had encountered a truly powerful adversary.

Braydon had been practicing martial arts for over a decade.

This marked the first occasion he encountered a formidable martial artist.

In this moment, Braydon resembled a composed madman.

Every awe-inspiring technique was unleashed!

His white robe resembled snow, and his magic permeated the world.

Dark clouds blanketed the sky, spanning a hundred miles.

A thousand meters of lightning descended like a sea.

The thunder resembled a spear.

Boldly landing, it sought to strike down the mysterious girl.

The girl remained indifferent, her fair hands gracefully brushing across the sky.

The lightning spear vanished without a trace.

In the next moment.

It was as if the world turned cold.

The temperature plummeted, and a cutting cold wind swept through like a knife.

Plants and green leaves were split in two.

The wind blades resembled sharp knives!

It was Braydon’s attack once more.

“Wind technique!”

The girl’s eyes displayed surprise. “I know wind techniques too!” she said softly.

With a thought, a chilling wind rose, the invisible wind transforming into a massive blade cutting through the dark clouds veiling the sky.

It resembled tearing a piece of black cloth apart.

This was a showdown of techniques.

Undoubtedly, the graceful girl’s realm surpassed Braydon’s by more than one or two levels.

“Snow enveloping the world!” Braydon declared indifferently.

His martial arts enveloping the world technique contained numerous elements.

Snowflakes descended, blanketing the area.

The temperature dropped, and the bone-piercing cold wind swept through.

The beautiful girl, veiled lightly, smiled.

She said softly, “I love snow the most. Do you really learn everything and know everything? Don’t you know that greed will bring harm and that it will be difficult to achieve great things?”

Braydon’s eyes lit up.

He admitted that he couldn’t fathom the realm of this beautiful girl.

She was genuinely strong!

For a moment, Braydon hesitated.

He pondered whether to employ the Spirit Summoning Monarch Art.

Using this art would initiate a genuine life-and-death struggle.

Furthermore, he would expose all his secrets.

If the aborigines were to discover his and the little fool’s identities, returning to the Small Divine City would become impossible.

Braydon’s planned actions would also be irretrievable.

Contemplating this, Braydon dispelled the white light around him and refrained from launching further attacks.

The battle began swiftly.

It concluded without a trace.

The beautiful girl refrained from attacking Braydon.

If she had attacked, it was uncertain whether she could instantly injure Braydon.

“You certainly possess a lot of techniques,” the girl complimented gently.

“Farewell!”

Expressionless, Braydon turned and left promptly.

The beautiful girl smiled sweetly.

“Interesting little fellow. Why are you in such a hurry to leave? As a descendant of a god, you haven’t told me where you came from and where you are going!”

“Let’s return to the Small Divine City.”

Luke approached.

“I’m coming too,” the girl said softly.

She wanted to accompany Braydon to the Small Divine City.

Braydon had no choice but to agree.

The reason was straightforward. This girl’s strength seemed somewhat terrifying.

The three of them walked together in the wilderness.

“Sister, what’s your name?” the little fool asked curiously.

“Takiyah Zakwe!” The beautiful girl shared her name.

The descendants of gods often had profound meanings behind their names.

Braydon remained expressionless, and the little fool didn’t dwell on it too much.

“As descendants of gods, why did you kill the spirit beast just now?” Takiyah inquired.

“Because I’m poor!” Luke explained honestly.

Takiyah was stunned.

She found it a bit perplexing. Since her youth, she had never known what poverty was.