The Strongest War God

Chapter 1359: Braydon Duels Kylo

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Not even ten Gabriel Mathiss could stand against Braydon Neal’s might.

In that moment, a voice echoed in Braydon’s mind.

“Bloodline! Heavenly path bloodline! The third-ranked bloodline in all the worlds! That kid is it!” The artifact spirit’s revelation pointed directly at Kylan Mathis.

“Trevon’s blood courses through his veins,” Braydon stated icily.

“What?” The Star Tower’s artifact spirit exclaimed in astonishment.

Typically indifferent to the affairs of the world, the artifact spirit’s attention was piqued only upon encountering Kylan, recognizing the familiar bloodline coursing within him.

The ten-year-old boy bore the blood of Trevon—a fact unbeknownst to Star Tower until this moment.

Unlike Braydon, whose green lotus bloodline had been fully awakened, Kylan had inherited Trevon’s bloodline after a tumultuous three-month ordeal.

This infusion partially restored Trevon’s bloodline power within him, prompting Star Tower’s recognition.

“Let Trevon enter Star Tower. I need to examine his body,” the artifact spirit urged solemnly.

Without hesitation, Braydon complied, allowing Trevon to enter Star Tower for inspection.

The artifact spirit possessed vast knowledge and held the potential to save Trevon.

As Trevon vanished into Star Tower, the artifact spirit transformed into a benevolent elder, cradling Trevon in his arms.

Upon inspecting Trevon’s body, his expression soured.

“Who did this? They drained Trevon’s bloodline,” he inquired with palpable anger.

“It was them,” Braydon responded silently.

Infuriated, the artifact spirit declared, “Eliminate them all. The child must be swiftly killed. The heavenly path bloodline boasts exceptional talent, ranking among the top three among the myriad races of the universe. Allowing him to live will inevitably lead to calamity!”

Braydon remained rational amidst the chaos, pondering, “If we capture him and exchange his blood for Trevon’s, can Trevon’s injuries be healed?”

Shaking its head, the artifact spirit replied, “No. Half of his life force essence has already been depleted. Trevon has less than a month left. To save him, you can use the many treasures left behind by Master. They are at my disposal, ready to preserve his life.”

Continuing, the artifact spirit cautioned, “But listen, if you use something special to heal Trevon, he will be left crippled. His heavenly path bloodline will be exhausted, rendering him no different from an ordinary person.”

The artifact spirit suggested, “Teach Trevon the Undying Snake Technique. Through its unique properties, he can undergo a metamorphosis, shedding his old self and ushering in a new life. There’s a 90% chance his exhausted heavenly path bloodline will be rejuvenated, making Trevon even stronger.”

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Braydon tightened his fists.

“The Undying Snake Technique’s transformation is risky. There’s a 50% chance it may fail, resulting in death of the old body and disappearance of the soul.”

Acknowledging the peril, the artifact spirit affirmed, “It’s a risk, but a risk worth taking.”

Yet, despite the risks, the artifact spirit persisted in his recommendation.

Without intervention, Trevon would remain a mere mortal, forever under Braydon’s guidance.

“Consider this,” the artifact spirit pressed on. “You wield significant influence in the outside world, commanding millions who pledge their loyalty to you. Trevon is your heir, the future master of the Northern Army.

“If the young master leads a million-strong army of elites as an ordinary person, how will he fulfill his ambitions? As an adult, how will he command armies and sway the masses? The challenges he faces then will far outweigh what he faces now.”

Having lived for so many years, the artifact spirit laid out all the possibilities for Braydon.

And though Braydon understood the rationale, as Trevon’s father, he couldn’t bear to see his son take such risks.

If only he could bear this burden in Trevon’s stead.

Within Star Tower, a weak voice piped up. “Daddy, I don’t want to be a cripple. I want to be like you when I grow up.”

Such sentiments were typical of a child idolizing their father.

“We’ll discuss this later,” Braydon replied solemnly. “But first, we need Heather’s consent.”

Braydon’s authority held no sway here.

If he unilaterally agreed, Heather Sage would undoubtedly divorce him.

The Undying Snake Technique’s initial transformation boasted a mere 50-50 success rate, with the odds diminishing with each subsequent transformation.

The risks were grave, yet the rewards equally extraordinary.

Despite gazing upon Trevon’s innocent visage, Braydon remained steadfast in his decision not to proceed without Heather’s consent.

With Trevon now within Star Tower, Braydon found himself alone in the outside world, divine spear in hand, facing Sohan in solemn silence.

All eyes were upon them—the current Master of Kunlun, Old Crane, and others bore witness to the unfolding confrontation.

They had expected Braydon to halt his rampage upon reaching the ancestors’ resting place.

Yet, they had underestimated his resolve in seeking justice for Trevon.

With a resounding roar, the divine weapon surged forward, poised for battle.

Meanwhile, Sohan’s withered form seemed to draw upon the very essence of the surrounding spiritual energy, revitalizing him into a formidable force akin to a revived super divine.

“How dare you defile the sacred ancestral land of Kylo!”

Sohan thundered, his hands forming a seal as he summoned forth the formidable killing seal.

The ancestral land erupted into chaos as the seal hurtled toward the clouds, sparking an intense battle.

The tumult stirred the slumbering ancestors within the mist.

There were thousands of mystic ice within the mist—a testament to Kylo’s enduring legacy and the accumulated wisdom of its past masters, elders, and grand elders.

In the face of this monumental clash, countless elders were roused from their age-old repose, bearing witness to the unfolding spectacle with stunned disbelief.

In the midst of the spirit mist, undulating waves of energy blanketed the surroundings, casting an eerie ambiance over the ancestral land.

A chilling smirk etched across Sohan’s lips—a silent testament to the strict regulations governing this sacred ground.

Within this hallowed space, any act of aggression was deemed a direct affront to the ancestors, punishable by immediate execution.

Yet, Braydon remained unfazed, his resolve unwavering as he thrust his divine weapon toward the looming seal.

A thunderous explosion rent the air as their forces collided, yet Braydon stood firm, his white robe billowing defiantly against the gusting winds.

Sohan’s astonishment was palpable—his formidable mudra technique proved futile against Braydon’s unyielding stance.

Puzzlement shrouded Sohan’s features as he pondered Braydon’s true strength.

Mental powers surged around Braydon, initiating a silent dialogue.

“Is this child truly a disciple of Kylo?” queried one voice.

“And if so, what could drive him to defy our sacred grounds?” pondered another.

“The audacity to breach our ancestral sanctuary is tantamount to betrayal. What spurred such a remarkable prodigy to do such a thing?”