The Strongest War God

Chapter 1357 - Chapter 1357: Killing Formation

Chapter 1357: Killing Formation

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The formidable figure stood guard over the area, exuding an imposing aura.

Divine pressure!

The third level of the divine realm could dominate the surrounding world.

Despite his immense strength, Braydon Neal could kill an extreme divine without breaking a sweat, let alone someone at the third level of the divine realm.

Gripping the spear firmly in his left hand, Braydon launched a bold attack.

Backed by the 3,000 imperial paths, his combat prowess was amplified.

As the spear sliced through the air, a black hole materialized around its tip with razor-sharp precision.

With a swift motion, Braydon closed the gap between himself and the burly guardian.

Spatial transformation!

This advanced technique was evident in the spear’s movement as it pierced through the man’s abdomen, penetrating his divine pill.

A single thrust, and the divine fell.

The death of such a powerful figure sent shockwaves through the crowd, causing a tense silence to envelop the scene.

The current Master of Kylo shivered involuntarily, while Old Crane’s subdued voice broke the silence with a simple, “Good kill!”

Old Crane held a deep affection for Trevon Neal.

Haunted by his inability to protect him and witnessing hissuffering, guilt gnawed at his heart relentlessly.

Now, Braydon had unleashed a rampage.

Old Crane didn’t intervene; instead, he silently cheered.

The demise of the divine-level figure in the hall sent shockwaves through the Kylo Ruins.

The death of a divine-level character was a grave event, stirring concern.

Had an enemy breached their defenses?

“Enemy attack!” an angry voice erupted from the hall’s depths.

“For a thousand years, none have dared to challenge Kylo Ruins, be it from within or without!”

An aged voice resonated slowly.

The seventy-first Master of Kylo materialized.

Old Crane and the current Master of Kylo, Lino Whipple, bowed respectfully. “Senior Brother! Master!”

Old Crane and the old Master of Kylo shared a fraternal bond.

The current Master of Kylo, Lino, was his disciple.

Hamilton Tovar, the seventy-first Lord of Kylo, observed Braydon cradling Trevon and grasped the situation immediately.

He sighed. “Ah, it’s all my fault. Braydon, you should address me as grandmaster!”

“And what of Trevon?”

Braydon remained poised, spear in hand.

“With matters unfolding thus, Kylo Ruins will provide for Trevon,” Hamilton sighed.

“And Gabriel Mathis, the perpetrator, faces neither retribution nor pursuit. Are you suggesting we let this slide?”

Braydon’s smile was frigid, his gaze piercing.

This assembly had disillusioned him entirely.

They wouldn’t deliver justice for Trevon.

But Braydon would.

Trevon’s only hope lay with his father, Braydon.

If even he relented…

How disheartened would Trevon be?

As the eldest son of King Braydon, he was born to nobility and not one to suffer indignity.

Braydon closed his eyes, embracing his son.

“Well then, there’s little left to say today. My ties with Kylo have reached their end. Today, I bid farewell to Kylo.”

The seventy-first successor of Kylo was about to revolt!

The revelation stunned everyone.

“Braydon!” Lino’s shock mingled with fury.

“You scoundrel!” Hamilton’s anger mirrored Lino’s.

But Braydon was no idle talker.

His eyes snapped open, brimming with deadly intent.

“Today, anyone who stands in my way will meet their end. Show some respect to yourselves!”

With those words, Braydon strode out of the hall in a flash.

Outside, a crowd awaited.

Kylo’s experts regarded Braydon and his son with icy disdain, aware of Braydon’s impending betrayal.

A hundred and thirty-one individuals stood present, the majority being elders, with the rest younglings.

Kylo Ruins, once a paradise, boasted generations of accumulated expertise over millennia.

“You dare to target my son because of his youth? I’ll decimate your lineage within these ruins!” Braydon’s attack was swift and bold.

His spear, a lethal weapon.

The bloodshed commenced.

“Kill!” The elders’ decree was firm. “Traitors to Kylo must be vanquished!”

“This lad wields divine-level might. Underestimate him not. Initiate the Mountain Protection Killing Formation. Eradicate him, body and soul,” a venerable sage commanded coldly.

The protective formation of Kylo Ruins, crafted by an extreme divine and refined through generations, surged to life.

The Mountain Protection Killing Formation, capable of slaying even an extreme divine, sprang into action.

With a collective swoosh, the onlookers retreated as the formidable pressure of the activated array reverberated.

“Braydon, behold the might of the Mountain Protection Killing Formation. At its core lies a mystical artifact, surrounded by eight extreme divine weapons and seventy-two high-level divine weapons. Even the most skilled extreme divine would meet their end here!” The sage-like elder declared Braydon’s fate with chilling resolve.

Having trespassed into Kylo Ruins and openly defied them, Braydon’s demise was inevitable.

As the formation hummed with energy, a palpable pressure threatened to extinguish all life within its confines, accompanied by a menacing sword intent.

“In three seconds, your life shall end!” the sage-like elder proclaimed. “The Mountain Protection Killing Formation is also known as the Immortal Slaying Formation!”

Braydon stood firm amidst the encroaching sword intent, surrounded by swirling spirit fog.

A strand of extreme sword intent descended from above—a force akin to an extreme divine’s attack, lethal enough to end Braydon’s life.

Yet, these adversaries failed to grasp the true terror of the spatial body technique.

Braydon maneuvered through the formation effortlessly, deftly evading each threat as if traversing level ground.

Teleportation at its finest!

In a blink, he teleported, charging forth for a hundred miles, leaving the onlookers in awe.

Their disbelief was palpable—had the formidable killing formation failed?

And why hadn’t Braydon been suppressed by the formation just now?

It seemed like teleportation!

“Spatial techniques!”

Another elder materialized, clad in a white Daoist robe with a flowing white beard.

The sixty-ninth Master of Kylo stood atop the Mountain Protection Killing Formation.

Three Kylo Masters now stood in confrontation, but Braydon remained undeterred.

Unfurling the Sky Splitting Wings behind him, he advanced, his spear piercing through another sage-like elder.

The slaughter persisted.

The sixty-ninth Master of Kylo, taken aback, questioned, “How long has Constantine Siegel been with you?”

In the Siegel family of the Spirit Sea, the lineage of dual-pupils had persisted for generations—the first among the ten great pupils.

In this generation, Constantine epitomized terror, inheriting the most flawless dual-pupils.

Originally invincible, the dual-pupils left none of the same generation capable of contending with them.

Braydon offered no response.

Instead, he fully activated his divine-level weapon, suffusing the area with his relentless killing intent.

The protective formation proved futile!

Their only recourse was to rely on individuals to halt Braydon’s rampage.

But who within Kylo Ruins could halt the frenzied Braydon?

With each step, Braydon left a trail of death.

Ninety-two lives extinguished since his arrival—be they emperors or divines, none could impede his relentless advance.

The slaughter continued unabated.

The sixty-ninth Master of Kylo, his white robe billowing, emanated an overwhelming pressure that effectively subdued Braydon.

An extreme divine, his appearance marked the fourth successive generation of Kylo Master to confront the chaos.

“Braydon, enough!” His voice carried authority. “Gabriel and his cohorts erred in their treatment of Trevon. But what’s done is done. Trevon’s bloodline holds significance for Kylo’s future. The child who bears his lineage is named Kylan Mathis.

“He’s already the most formidable talent within Kylo Ruins. We cannot afford to lose him. Kylo shall provide restitution.

“In ten years’ time, you will assume the mantle of Kylo’s seventy-third generation master.”

With these words, the elder sought to bring an end to the turmoil.

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