The Strongest War God

Chapter 1224: Wilder Suppresses the Heavens and Earth

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The sword swung, and a chill swept over the world.

Its piercing light cut through the expanse of the South Pole Island, landing right in the courtyard of the Hull residence.

The piercing light left behind a fearsome scar that stretched over 7,000 meters, as if cleaving the earth itself.

The other giant families couldn’t escape the impact.

“Wilder Jansky, why involve my family in this?” Syon Janis, the neighboring big shot, expressed his discontent.

“If you utter another word, I’ll end the Janis family as well,” Wilder calmly retorted.

The big shot, Syon, felt repulsed, as if he had just swallowed a fly.

However, the most aggrieved was the Hull family’s old family head.

In a single stroke, Wilder had injured over a hundred Hull family members, and there was nothing he could do.

Wilder’s strength was truly terrifying; in his prime, that one sword strike could have claimed his life.

Wilder, the abandoned disciple of Mount Sino, retained his formidable might despite being crippled.

It was noteworthy that the elders behind the Neal lineage were known for their ruthlessness, likely shaping Braydon’s cold and arrogant demeanor.

Even Finley Yanagi, over the years in Hansworth, had proven to be far from virtuous.

At this moment, Wilder exerted his dominance over the entire island, rendering the giants silent.

The Hull family head knew his two sons were there but dared not cross the lightning pool, let alone approach.

He knew that his fall would likely seal the fate of the Hull family, akin to the Jo family or the Neal family.

Under the watchful eyes of all, Braydon Neal continued his onslaught, eliminating another supreme pinnacle.

The 10,000 scarlet swords pierced through the vitality barrier like streaks of light, sealing Lyrik Hull’s fate.

Dozens of bloody holes adorned his body, with a fatal one between his eyebrows, extinguishing his lifeforce.

Braydon stood on the frozen sea, hands behind his back, floating in the air, the red sword by his side.

Silence engulfed the scene.

Supreme pinnacles were deemed the top experts on South Pole Island.

They had just witnessed two of them fall at Braydon’s hands.

Hansworth’s King Braydon had proven his strength against the supreme pinnacles.

Stepping on the water, Braydon approached his younger siblings, calmly saying, “Let’s go home. Grandpa is trapped in the 16th ruin. I’ll go find him!”

“Braydon, I’ll come with you,” Skylar Neal volunteered.

However, Braydon declined.

The Neal residence was facing a crisis, and someone needed to oversee matters.

Jayven Neal and Sapphire Neal were not enough, so Skylar would temporarily manage the Neal residence until they had found Lowell Neal and Graham Neal.

Braydon intended to enter the 16th ruin alone.

“Young Master!” Wilder bowed respectfully.

“Senior Uncle Wilder, I’ve heard Teacher Winslow mention you before,” Braydon acknowledged.

His Mount Sino Sword Art was taught by Winslow Jansky.

Wilder was Winslow’s senior brother. Hence, it was apt for Braydon to address him as Senior Uncle.

“Young Master, I’ll accompany you to the 16th ruin,” Wilder suggested softly.

“You have a hidden ailment and should rest,” Braydon observed, recognizing Wilder’s condition.

Wilder’s body was nearing its end, and rest was the wisest choice.

If he roamed about in anger, it would only hasten his demise.

Yet, Wilder calmly replied, “This sick body has long decayed. If I can contribute my final efforts for Mount Sino, I can die in peace.”

Braydon frowned slightly, unable to comprehend why someone who had betrayed Mount Sino would now seek to contribute to it.

The mystery behind Wilder’s intentions eluded him.

Wilder seemed to grasp Braydon’s thoughts and spoke softly, “Even though I betrayed Mount Sino and became its abandoned disciple, my identity as a Mount Sino disciple remains. Mount Sino is Mount Sino, and my personal grudge is separate. The two shouldn’t be intertwined.”

Surprisingly composed, Wilder exhibited clear understanding.

It appeared he might have faced injustice in the past at Mount Sino, leading to his betrayal.

However, he recognized that this personal conflict among Mount Sino’s higher-ups shouldn’t impact the disciples.

Wilder wouldn’t drag Mount Sino’s disciples into his personal matters, acknowledging Braydon as the young master of Mount Sino.

Still, Wilder insisted on accompanying Braydon into the 16th ruin.

Braydon declined, aware that Wilder’s body was on the verge of collapse.

Another attack would shorten his lifespan.

Braydon hesitated to owe such a significant favor, knowing the difficulty of repaying love and kindness, especially someone who had already passed away.

He didn’t want to carry a burden of gratitude toward a deceased individual, causing lingering regret.

Subsequently, Skylar and the others returned to the Neal residence.

Braydon reached a bronze door, labeled with a plaque reading “16,” the entrance to another ruin.

A guardian from the Neal residence stood watch, and intricate patterns adorned the bronze door, forming a mysterious array that eluded Braydon’s understanding.

The black-robed guardian appeared, informing Braydon, “The 16th ruin is closed; no one is allowed to enter. Await further notice for the opening time.”

“I am Graham Neal’s grandson,” Braydon declared to the guardian, expecting special treatment.

The guardian was momentarily stunned and inquired about Braydon’s lineage.

“Second Master Lowell’s children are Jayven and Sapphire. You are…”

Braydon calmly explained who he was. The guardian was a part of the Neal family, so Braydon would use words, not force.

Had it been someone from the Hull family, they might have met a different fate.

The guardian expressed slight shock, bowing and greeting Braydon. “Fidel Camacho greets Young Master Braydon. Master often mentioned you over the years.”

Braydon asked about the trouble in the 16th ruin, prompting the guardian to hesitantly share the details through mental transmission.

“The elder has discovered a significant secret in the ruins, offering the potential to break through to the emperor realm.”

The guardian continued with a bitter expression, “However, I don’t know what happened inside either. It seems that a drastic change has occured. The old master of the Jo family has fallen, and Master has been entrapped in the ruin. Young Master Braydon, if you wish to enter, you must be careful. You can go to the 16th ancient city to look for Young Master Sorrell.”

Braydon nodded in response.

As he was prepared to enter through the bronze door, a familiar voice called out – Teacher Finley had arrived.

“Teacher?” Braydon turned, his eyes filled with confusion.

“Greetings, Lord Yanagi,” Fidel’s faced turned pale.

“Why didn’t you let Wilder come with you?” Finley inquired softly. “He doesn’t have much time left. Before his end, he can assist you. He’ll find peace in death, and you’ll have his protection. If you encounter danger in the 16th ruin, you can escape unharmed.”