The Strongest War God

Chapter 1231: A Call to the Sky

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The sword, stretching 10,000 meters, blitzed at a staggering speed of 1,300 meters per second!

Its colossal momentum proved relentless.

On the mammoth blade, Braydon Neal hovered mid-air, seemingly defying gravity.

The Heavenly Execution Sword, under his command, thrusted menacingly toward Jaa’ku city.

Chaka Hlongwane, unfazed by the immense sword, sneered coldly.

His fearless demeanor stemmed from his status as a quasi-emperor.

His vitality, mental power, essence, Qi, and spirit were all honed to perfection, leaving him a mere half-step from the coveted emperor realm.

Although Chaka’s mental power had reached the ninth stage, he acknowledged that he was still outmatched by a quasi-emperor.

“Suppress,” he commanded with indifference.

A deafening boom ensued as the world within a thousand miles bowed to Chaka’s dominance, forcibly halting the colossal red sword’s advance.

The 10,000-meter-long weapon crumbled under the overwhelming power of a quasi-emperor.

The terror of a quasi-emperor became more evident considering there were two in Jaa’ku.

Chaka’s gaze emitted a chilling killing intent.

Meanwhile, Haidar Msiza noted the opponent’s seemingly weak cultivation but exceptional sword control.

He spoke in their native language, “This kid may lack strength and high realm, but he commands 80,000 swords. If we spare him now, his talent might lead him straight to the pseudo-divine realm when he reaches the emperor realm.” ƒreewebɳovel.com

“Eliminate them,” declared Chaka coldly.

A mere lift of his hand suffused the pressure of heaven and earth within 1,000 miles.

The inescapable force of heaven seemed to back Braydon into a corner, making retreat impossible.

Caught between the two quasi-emperors, Braydon weighed his options.

Speaking softly, he revealed, “When the Sovereign Lord teacher first entered the pinnacle realm, he executed the Spirit Summoning Art and killed a quasi-emperor in three strikes. I suspect he used the Spirit Summoning Forbidden Art.”

Braydon was left with very little choice.

The looming threat of the two quasi-emperors compelled him to act decisively.

In the blink of an eye, he uttered, “Spirit Summoning Art, summon the sky for three thousand miles!”

The heavens quaked, darkness enveloped 3,000 miles as the sun and moon lost their light, and the forbidden art unfolded.

The Spirit Summoning Art had a restriction.

Only Braydon and the Sovereign Lord knew about these restrictions.

Now that Braydon had used a forbidden art he had never used before, he had to pay a price.

The power he unleashed exceeded the limits of his own body, posing a potential threat to himself.

Chaka’s eyes widened in shock and anger as he exclaimed, “Divine technique!”

“Who is he?” Haidar muttered, visibly shaken.

The use of a divine technique suggested a presence of a divine-level figure.

Even in the desolate ruins, there was only one divine-level figure known—the Great Divine Priest of the Oracle Palace, a true ruler of the ruins.

Divine techniques were a rarity, exclusive to those of divine-level status.

The sky, stretching 3,000 miles high, became the canvas for Chaka’s attempt to harness the power of heaven and earth, but he was swiftly overwhelmed.

The heavens darkened rapidly, creating an illusion as if the sky itself pressed down upon him.

Braydon, pale-faced and bloodied, suffered the invisible backlash that weakened his life force.

With determination, Braydon swiftly employed the eight techniques, merging them into a powerful ninth technique—the martial arts banished immortal.

A white light emerged, alleviating the pain from Braydon’s body as he transferred the backlash from the Spirit-Summoning Art onto the banished immortal.

This strategic move essentially placed the pain in a doppelganger-like figure, resembling Braydon.

Haidar recoiled in fear, realizing the terror associated with the martial arts banished immortal.

Chaka’s pupil constricted as he remarked, “It’s the martial arts banished immortal!”

Braydon, seizing the moment, ordered, “Banished Immortal, send the two of them on their way!”

He swiftly moved to Jaa’ku, grabbing Maduka Hlongwane’s neck and ending his life for harming Sorrell Neal.

Simultaneously, the martial arts banished immortal, resembling Braydon, took center stage.

A celestial canopy formed in the sky, resembling the heavens falling.

What added to the shock was the celestial being’s unexpected use of human language, saying gently, “The heavens are falling, and I’m exonerating you!”

A powerful force engulfed the two quasi-emperors.

Chaka, reduced to ashes, futilely protested, “No!”

Meanwhile, Haidar, slightly quicker to react, found half his body transformed into black stars and ashes.

The black energy, barely touching him, nearly claimed half of Haidar’s life.

Without daring to look back, he transformed into a blood mist on the spot and hastily fled.

The fear of losing his life propelled his escape.

Braydon stood within Jaa’ku with the martial arts banished immortal standing beside him.

Behind him stretched the sky, marking the aftermath of a confrontation with two quasi-emperors—one dead, the other heavily injured due to the Spirit Summoning Forbidden Art and the enigmatic black energy.

Deep within Jaa’ku, a towering willow tree, standing at a hundred meters, its vibrant leaves in panic, revealed itself as the guardian plant cultivator.

Having grown alongside Chaka, it reached the formidable level of a ninth-level spirit tree, nearly matching the strength of a spirit beast.

Despite its power, fear gripped the willow tree, especially toward the martial arts banished immortal and the menacing black energy.

In a spiritual fluctuation resembling an old man’s words, the willow tree communicated, “Your Highness, I am willing to submit. Pacify this city. From today onward, I will yield control to you.”

Braydon, with a specific reason for attacking Jaa’ku, needed to resolve the threat posed by the city’s proximity to the 16th ancient city, where Sorrell guarded against potential dangers.

The willow tree, utilizing its spiritual power, calmed the indigenous martial artists, while its branches emerged to neutralize those causing chaos and harm within the city.

With City Lord Chaka dead, the aborigine martial artists were filled with fear, expecting the city’s destruction.

Some succumbed to madness.

Braydon turned to the martial arts banished immortal, deeply frowning at the cost of using the Spirit-Summoning Forbidden Art to surpass one’s own strength.

All the backlash had been transferred to the martial arts banished immortal.

The moment of victory arrived, marked by the death of the enemy and submission of the powerful willow tree.

It was time for the black energy shrouding the sky to dissipate.

Braydon sensed the martial arts banished immortal weakening, its white light gradually fading. Realizing the need to dispel the forbidden art, Braydon spoke, “Scatter!”

As the art was lifted, the martial arts banished immortal’s figure became more ethereal.

In a calm tone, the martial arts banished immortal remarked, “You stole the limelight, but you almost killed me!”

Braydon, puzzled, witnessed a flash of horror in his eyes as the martial arts banished immortal seemed to awaken its own consciousness in secret.