The Strongest War God

Chapter 1298: A Banished Immortal Youth, Power of Extreme Thunder

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

An order had been issued, prompting all the emperors to exert their full strength.

No one dared to underestimate him.

Braydon Neal possessed the capability to kill an emperor in a single strike, his combat prowess surpassing his own realm.

Such creatures were deemed the most formidable.

In an instant, the clash between emperors erupted, with even a quasi-emperor deemed unworthy of participation, as it would inevitably lead to their demise.

Fela Yengo speculated that Braydon might succumb to despair upon witnessing the entirety of the Zunde Royal Dynasty’s higher echelons.

However, he failed to grasp Braydon’s true nature, his pride as the king of the northern territory.

And so, the slaughter commenced.

The 21 emperors represented merely the might of the Zunde Royal Dynasty, while the elite forces of the Donta Imperial Dynasty posed an even greater threat.

Armed with the Black Feather Spear, Braydon confronted the emperors.

Among them, one of Zunde Royal City’s eight inspectors had already fallen—Lyapo Dubazane had been killed.

The remaining 7 coordinated their assault on Braydon, while 12 civil officials guarded every conceivable avenue of escape to thwart his use of Blood Escape.

Yet, on this day, Braydon harbored no such intentions.

His body radiated a brilliant white light, illuminating the battlefield, as he moved with unprecedented speed.

Ordinary emperors boasted a base speed of 1,000 meters per second, but Braydon eclipsed them, his base speed soaring to 2,000 meters per second.

As white light enveloped his form, signaling the activation of the eight techniques, his velocity surged to a staggering 4,000 meters per second.

His movements were so swift that it seemed as though he had teleported, effortlessly altering directions with a mere thought, his flying shadows blotting out the sky.

Braydon found himself in the remarkable position of single-handedly overpowering 7 emperors.

Initially, it had been the 7 emperors who launched a collective assault solely against Braydon.

However, the tables had turned, with Braydon now asserting dominance over the 7 emperors.

His Black Feather Spear, a high-grade emperor-level weapon, boasted unparalleled sharpness, capable of shattering anything in its path.

Bolstered by his extraordinary speed, the spear became an unstoppable force.

As the battle commenced, Braydon’s spear swiftly impaled the second inspector, leaving only 6 of the original 8 remaining.

One of the purple-robed middle-aged men bellowed furiously. “Use your imperial paths! Let us suppress him together!”

With the sky sealed by the imperial paths, the six mental imperial paths extended 500 meters each, generating an intense suppressive force.

Drawing upon the pressure of heaven and earth within a vast radius, the 6 emperors attempted to seal Braydon’s movements.

Yet, to their astonishment, Braydon remained unaffected by the oppressive force, standing proudly in the sky, his combat prowess unhampered.

“How is this possible?” the purple-robed middle-aged man exclaimed incredulously, observing Braydon’s unchanged speed.

With a cold glance, Braydon revealed a second mental imperial path slowly materializing behind him.

“A second mental imperial path?” Fela gasped in shock and anger.

“You are indeed a descendant of the Divine Lord,” the purple-robed middle-aged man sneered. “You are born with exceptional mental power, cultivating two imperial paths with your own strength. If you ascend to the divine realm, you’ll undoubtedly reign supreme.”

With a faint smile, Braydon retorted, “Who said I only have two imperial paths?”

“What?” Fela exclaimed, taken aback.

Amidst the watchful gaze of everyone present, Braydon unveiled his 10 imperial paths.

As the third imperial path materialized, a wave of shock rippled through the assembly.

“Three imperial paths!” Fela’s expression shifted dramatically.

In the realm of legends within the emperor realm, only one monstrous figure in history had mastered three imperial paths.

Now, such an individual stood before them, presenting a breathtaking spectacle.

Before anyone could fully comprehend the magnitude of this revelation, the fourth imperial path manifested above Braydon’s head.

Fela’s eyes widened as he witnessed the successive appearance of the fifth through ninth imperial paths.

The emergence of the 10 imperial paths unleashed an ancient imperial might that swept across the sky, shattering the suppression imposed by the 6 emperors.

Braydon’s might proved indomitable; no force could subdue him.

“Ten imperial paths!” the purple-robed middle-aged man exclaimed in horror.

“He has ten imperial paths?”

In that moment, terror gripped all the emperors.

What shocking capability was this?

It was beyond terrifying.

Unbeknownst to them, the first of the ten imperial paths Braydon had was the banished immortal.

He could use 30,000 techniques, a truly formidable feat.

“Some once claimed that entering the tri-emperor realm enables one to directly challenge a quasi-divine” Fela remarked, his complexion paling. “But now, he has embarked on ten imperial paths!”

Despair etched itself onto the purple-robed middle-aged man’s face, realizing the insurmountable challenge they faced.

The realization left everyone astounded.

Such a phenomenon had never been heard of before, yet now they bore witness to it firsthand.

Fela’s eyes blazed with madness as he unleashed a fervent roar. “Everyone, attack! Spare no effort in slaying him!”

Fela understood the gravity of the situation.

If he failed to eliminate Braydon today, the consequences would be dire.

With Braydon mastering the ten imperial paths and potentially achieving great success in the emperor realm, he could become a formidable force capable of challenging even divines.

Who then would possess the means to contain such a monstrous entity?

Fela sprang into action.

As a ninth-level emperor realm expert, he drew the sword from his waist.

Behind him materialized a 900-meter-long golden road, culminating in the gleaming golden battle sword.

Known as Sword Emperor Fela, he grasped the sword firmly with both hands, his demeanor consumed by madness.

With a mere thought, he harnessed the power of heaven and earth within a radius of 9,000 miles, channeling it into the golden sword.

With a swift motion, the sword soared through the air, capable of cleaving rivers and flattening mountains—a devastating strike fueled by the full power of a ninth-level emperor realm expert.

Yet, Braydon stood resolutely, unaffected by the impending onslaught.

Ever since he embarked on the path of the ten imperial paths, even the most formidable emperors failed to exert any pressure on him.

His true combat prowess remained an enigma, even to himself.

As Fela brandished his sword, a white-robed youth appeared above Braydon’s head, standing with hands clasped behind his back, emitting a radiant white light.

He was a martial arts banished immortal.

Fela’s sword descended, poised to strike.

The banished immortal youth stood at the terminus of the imperial path, his right hand tucked behind him.

Tilting his head, he directed his gaze toward Fela, who swung his sword with intent.

With deliberate slowness, he lifted his left hand, causing ripples to materialize on his palm.

These ripples coalesced into a barrier, intercepting the formidable blade in its tracks.

“What?”

Fela’s eyes widened in horror.

He had invested his entire battle prowess into that swing, yet before he could approach Braydon, he found himself thwarted by the banished immortal.

The enigmatic and terrifying nature of the banished immortal was unparalleled.

Since the dawn of banished immortals, they had wielded control over 30,000 techniques within the human realm.

Just as Braydon ascended to the emperor realm, so did this banished immortal.

However, unlike Braydon, this figure bore no trace of humanity, resembling instead a celestial being cast out from the heavens.

Having effortlessly nullified Fela’s peak attack, the banished immortal then extended his right hand, lifting his index finger.

Boom!

A powerful gust of wind swept through the heavens, its blades slicing through the air.

Over Zunde Royal City, dark clouds amassed, punctuated by flashes of lightning and the distant roars of thunder dragons.