The Strongest War God

Zahran Cwele was astonished.

Lekan Yiga’s eyes brightened. “Seems like you didn’t reveal your full strength earlier!”

“How much power did you use to defeat them?”

Zahran inquired about the extent of Braydon Neal’s strength against the twins.

“Not even 30%,” Braydon said with a faint smile.

He had effortlessly defeated the twin brothers without utilizing even 30% of his power.

Was this a factual statement or an exaggeration?

At this moment, Lekan acted, releasing his mental power with a mere thought, forming a golden human figure from wisps of mental power.

Mental power manifestation, shaping a human form.

Lekan’s strength appeared quite formidable.

“Defeat him,” he declared solemnly.

“In the future, I’ll ensure you become a Divine Priest of a Northern Royal City. Every Divine Priest of the Oracle Palace possesses the authority to pass on the throne. Prove yourself, and when the time comes, my position will be yours!”

“Lord Lekan!”

Zahran was taken aback, attempting to dissuade him. “The Yiga Clan has been a Divine Priest for generations. How can it be given to an outsider?”

“Hmm?”

Lekan’s decision brooked no questioning from Zahran.

Did Zahran truly believe that Lekan was so magnanimous that he would willingly relinquish a hereditary position of Divine Priest to an outsider?

If Braydon was genuinely such a prodigy, he would have the opportunity to inherit the role of Divine Priest.

In the future, Braydon would be part of Lekan’s faction.

What Lekan had to do within the Oracle Palace would likely have to advance further!

Lekan stepped aside, and the golden figure composed of his mental power appeared like a real body, unprecedentedly powerful.

The mere presence of this golden figure imposed immense pressure on Braydon.

Lekan’s sole condition was that Braydon had to defeat this golden figure.

“I’m not qualified to be a Divine Priest in a Northern Royal City,” Braydon said softly.

“Show your worth. The Oracle Palace will never treat you unfairly,” Lekan declared indifferently.

A cold smile played on Takiyah Zakwe’s lips.

“If the Oracle Palace were truly fair, why would there be descendants of gods wandering outside? Why would Braydon’s parents and ancestors betray the Oracle Palace?”

“How would you youngsters know about your father’s matters?”

Lekan retorted without anger, stating a truth. The gods who had chosen to betray the Oracle Palace must have had various reasons.

At this moment, Braydon stood on the divine ship, observing the setting sun.

It was getting late.

“Come on!” Braydon exhaled.

He fixed his gaze on the golden figure and boldly launched an attack.

He couldn’t use his vitality power.

He had to suppress a portion of his strength!

Otherwise, his identity would be exposed if he released his vitality.

Braydon and the golden figure clashed.

The two figures transformed into streaks of light.

The golden figure was incredibly powerful, but it seemed to rely on Braydon’s strength to determine how much power it could unleash.

This was Lekan’s strategy.

He aimed to draw out every bit of Braydon’s strength to assess the true potential of this descendant of the gods.

The golden figure stood proudly in the sky, gradually opening its eyes, radiating a vibrant glow.

In an instant, the soil around the Small Divine City started swirling, forming a towering hundred-meter mud giant.

The enormous mud man exuded an overwhelming aura.

With a swift punch, the giant struck the divine ship.

The aborigine martial artists of the Small Divine City trembled with fear.

They recognized this as a god’s move.

Braydon hovered in the air, clad in a snow-white robe, appearing as tiny as an ant compared to the towering figure.

“Martial art!”

“Talisman!”

“Instant!”

“Imperial!”

“Spirit!”

Braydon’s slender lips moved subtly, and his voice resonated like a bronze bell.

Five out of eight techniques.

He unleashed all five techniques.

Braydon, like an immortal, exuded a coldness in his eyes even more ruthless than Lekan and the others.

There seemed to be no trace of human emotion in him; he appeared more god-like in comparison.

“Lord Lekan, what technique is this?” Zahran asked in shock.

“I’ve never seen them before. The gods who betrayed the Oracle Palace back then were quite talented. It’s very likely that they were created by some big shot. It’s amazing!” Lekan remarked, sensing Braydon’s formidable cultivation.

Braydon, having utilized five techniques, was now enveloped in white light, and his speed had reached its peak, soaring to 1,400 meters per second.

The incredible speed rendered the hundred-meter mud man incapable of launching an attack against Braydon.

However, being adept at combat, Braydon wasn’t inclined to constantly defend and dodge.

He raised his left hand and lowered his index finger.

“I’ll kill you with one finger!” he said faintly.

Swoosh!

A beam of white light materialized between his fingers.

Whoosh!

A beam of white light pierced through the head of the hundred-meter-tall mud man, extinguishing it with a single finger.

The massive mud figure crumbled to the ground.

Lekan was intrigued.

“Interesting!” he commented softly as he watched from the side.

Subsequently, the golden figure unleashed its formidable mental power, covering an area of 100 miles.

Mud-brown giants, each a hundred meters tall, emerged from the ground.

“Lord Lekan, even an emperor would have to pay a huge price for such an attack. Aren’t you placing too much importance on Braydon Neal by using it on him?” Zahran questioned.

“You still don’t understand his potential?” Lekan responded.

Braydon, undeterred, transformed into a streak of white light and flew at high speed, leaving traces in the air that formed a talisman.

Displaying a skillful mastery of talisman techniques, he drew talismans in the air, astonishing both Zahran and Lekan.

In response to the 8,000 clay figurines attack, Braydon deftly transformed into nine figures, employing the Son of Heaven Nine Strikes.

He dodged skillfully, leaving nimble white shadows in his wake.

After reuniting into one figure, Braydon stood proudly in the dark night, observing the mud giant beneath his feet.

He smiled faintly, “8,000 spirit talismans for all of you!”

As he spoke, the patterns in the sky illuminated, forming talismans that covered the entire sky.

The 8,000 runes intertwined to create a grand formation, summoning 8,000 crimson swords.

Zahran was astounded, realizing the immense technique behind Braydon’s actions.

Lekan, however, saw the immense potential within Braydon and predicted his future as a Divine Priest.