The Strongest War God

“Give me a moment. It won’t be a challenge for me to break into the emperor realm!”

Harvey Lay stated, his vitality pressure on full display.

It surged to the level of a sovereign pinnacle.

This prodigy, practicing the Supreme Forbidden Art, had achieved remarkable progress in just half a year.

The terror of the Supreme Forbidden Art was centered on plundering others’ power and assimilating it.

Harvey’s immense power accumulation during this time was evident.

Frediano Jadanza shook his head gently, taking a step forward

His shirt disintegrated, flowing away from his slender body.

Six tadpole seals coiled around him six times, resembling black rings.

Frediano exerted his pressure; the force of an eminent pinnacle with a vitality fluctuation of 150,000 Na.

Various onlookers showed a hint of disdain, but the next moment left them in awe.

“With my King Luminosa Seal, I will invoke the First Emperor Technique!” Frediano declared calmly.

Boom!

The sixth layer of the First Emperor’s seal was fully activated, triggering a surge in Frediano’s vitality, doubling his vitality.

Everyone was stunned.

Luke Yates, munching on cucumbers behind his brothers, appeared indifferent.

However, a glint of light flashed across his eyes.

Luke was about to make a move, catching everyone off guard.

The little fool, eating a cucumber, muttered, “First Emperor ancestor, if you ignore me and don’t want to help Frediano, don’t blame me for being reckless.

“To be honest, I won’t be able to sleep without an emperor in the Northern Army in the South Pole,” the little fool mumbled.

Understanding the dangers of the ruins, he emphasized the emperor’s role in protecting the million Northern Army men upon their entrance.

Losing even a single soldier could be disastrous.

Luke finished the last cucumber, observing as Frediano activated all six seals.

He sought to unleash his full potential, displaying his strongest combat strength to intimidate the onlookers.

Suddenly, the little fool stood up, drawing the black cold dagger at his waist.

Turning it in his hand, he aimed the dagger’s tip at his stomach.

Swoosh!

Blood splattered everywhere.

“What are you doing, Luke?” Westley Hader shouted angrily.

“I won’t die. I have to help Frediano.”

Luke’s eyes now bore the fierceness of a wolf, shedding his previous innocence.

He sliced open his stomach with his dagger, extracting an emperor’s golden egg—the lineage of the First Emperor.

The little fool, driven out unwillingly, aimed to use this artifact to aid Frediano.

The Northern Army sons were both shocked and enraged as the little fool revealed a golden egg.

“Emperor seed?” Syon Janis exclaimed in astonishment.

“Half a year ago, an extreme path emperor seed surfaced in the 14th ruin,” explained the western giant, Stur, his eyes betraying a hint of greed.

The dynamics shifted as one of the 13 giants present boldly launched an attack, aiming to snatch the item from Luke’s grasp.

These 72 South Pole giants, all quasi-emperors, lingered just a half step away from the emperor realm—a seemingly insurmountable hurdle.

The desire to become emperors drove them almost mad, for entering the emperor realm meant a life span of 700 years and unparalleled dominance.

A new entrant, a western martial artist, disturbed the scene.

In an instant, a white-haired man ascended from the small courtyard of the South Pole Island—the legendary Wilder Jansky.

Wielding the Banished Immortal Sword, he unleashed a formidable strike, slicing through the clouds for 9,000 meters and stunning all the onlookers.

“Wilder Jansky, you lunatic! What are you doing?” Syon demanded angrily.

Wilder replied softly, “The night is long, and the shore is boundless. I draw my sword and ask the heavens!

“Born in Mount Sino, my father unjustly passed the sect master position to Winslow. Though crippled, I’ve had some revelations in recent years. Today, I’ll use you all to test my sword!”

Wilder soared into the air. The big shot aiming for Luke was swiftly cleaved in half, fleeing in shock and anger.

Holding the Banished Immortal Sword, Wilder sought to challenge the 13 giants, including Devil King Finley Yanagi.

His frosty sword struck fear into the quasi-emperors.

“Sitara, retreat!” Old Devil Yanagi’s expression changed.

Sitara Nichols hesitated not and decisively withdrew, their fate contingent on whether Wilder would grant them the chance to retreat.

Swoosh!

The sword light swept over everyone, its soaring intent striking terror even into the hearts of quasi-emperors.

“Wilder!” Finley called out coldly.

“Scared?” Wilder’s lips curled slightly.

“You are sick. Give me time. I will definitely find some treasures for you to help your body recover,” Finley said in a low voice.

“No need. After being crippled for so many years, I’ve endured enough,” replied Wilder, his aura rising steadily, aiming to reach its peak.

It was a battle of extreme sublimation, the last ray of light in his life.

Luther Carden frowned and pleaded. “Senior, a dead favor is the hardest to return. Senior, please…” ‘

Westley and the others understood that Wilder was helping intimidate the giants.

Braydon Neal, the young master of Mount Sino, and Luther, practicing the Mount Sino Sword Talisman, were linked inextricably.

Ignoring the pleas, Wilder fought against the 13 giants alone.

Luke, holding the blood-stained emperor seed, roared, “The Northern Army doesn’t owe dead people any favors. Frediano, swallow it!”

“Luke!”

Frediano, increasing his strength, turned and saw the blood-covered little fool.

He handed over a blood-stained emperor seed.

Frediano hesitated, unable to swallow something tainted with his brother’s blood.

As an older brother, he should protect his younger brother, not the other way around.

“Take it back!” Frediano shouted coldly.

“No, I won’t. Eat it, increase your strength, and obtain our ancestor’s inheritance to protect us in the future!” Little Fool smiled foolishly.

Frediano, eyes turning red, shook his head in refusal.

Luke insisted, “Frediano, you are my brother. You’ve protected me since I was young. You have to protect me when you grow up!”

With that, Frediano, inheriting the First Emperor Technique, fully activated all six seals, and the seed of the First Emperor hung above his head, as if being pulled.

Boom!

A more terrifying pressure engulfed the entire South Pole Island, instilling instinctive fear in the martial artists.

A formidable power flowed into Frediano’s body from the crown of his head.

Frediano’s blood vessels resembled horned dragons, his hair standing on end, and his eyes emitting a golden glow.

He gazed up at the sky and let out a roar, “Ah!”

Another surge of power coursed through his body.

Simultaneously, Frediano had successfully unlocked all six layers of seals.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

The six seals shattered instantly.

Meanwhile, Frediano’s vitality underwent a gradual transformation, turning slowly into a deep black hue.

The combination of black vitality could only elicit such a reaction when cultivating the First Emperor Technique.

This scene left many onlookers astounded.

Frediano’s vitality continued to ascend, and with all six seals activated, his vitality doubled from 300,000 Na to an impressive 600,000 Na!