The Strongest War God

Wilder Jansky had met his demise, and an unexpected obstacle now stood in his place.

When Wilder was alive, none of the giants dared to speak out.

However, with his fall, these quasi-emperors had surfaced, causing unrest.

Unbeknownst to them, Frediano Jadanza, bestowed with the seed of the First Emperor, stood nearby, exuding a formidable presence.

“You’re absolutely right!” he exclaimed, accelerating and delivering a powerful punch.

“From today onward, the rules of the South Pole Island will be reinstated!”

The impact resounded, surprising and enraging Syon Janis, who swiftly turned to defend himself.

The tremendous force caused Syon to cough up blood, his body seemingly on the brink of collapse.

The quasi-emperor Syon, following the path of vitality, couldn’t withstand the force unleashed by Frediano.

Having consumed the emperor seed, Frediano’s restrained aura now resembled that of a savage beast.

Transferring the emperor seed to Frediano amplified his power significantly, reaching a level comparable to a quasi-emperor, leaving onlookers in awe.

The sudden surge in Frediano’s strength caught everyone off guard.

Frediano’s swift and powerful attacks overwhelmed Syon, breaking bones and causing him to spit out blood.

It seemed evident that this newfound strength had reached the emperor realm.

The onlookers, including prominent figures, were stunned by the unexpected display of strength.

Frediano’s relentless assaults continued, making Syon unable to withstand the sheer force.

Frustrated, Syon unleashed his quasi-emperor’s mental power, creating a golden spiritual barrier.

However, Frediano’s cold and emotionless eyes remained unfazed.

With a clenched fist, he shattered the spiritual barrier like glass, leaving Syon bewildered.

It became apparent that Frediano attacked with pure brute force, adapting to the newfound strength in the process.

Syon, feeling completely overwhelmed, resorted to seeking help from a big shot—Wuhemala, a giant from the Zeta Empire.

“The new emperor has fallen,” murmured a barefooted elder, his tone gentle. “A young man with the bearing of an emperor has risen. Hansworth is truly full of talent.”

“Are you trying to bully us?”

Finley Yanagi’s eyes grew colder, a hint of killing intent flashing across them.

Frediano was his student, and they shared a teacher-student relationship.

Seeing someone bullying his student, with Finley’s temperament, he might unleash a killing spree.

“What do you mean, Devil King Yanagi?” Wuhemala frowned.

“Do you know who this young man’s teacher is?” Finley inquired indifferently.

“You and he…” Wuhemala couldn’t help but be shocked.

“Teacher, let him in. Today, I’m going to take down a big shot!”

Frediano turned around and shouted, having fully mastered his own power.

The revelation shocked everyone.

Who would have thought that Frediano could be so audacious?

Finley furrowed his brow slightly and instructed Wuhemala to go in.

He was curious to witness the extent of Frediano’s battle prowess after inheriting the martial arts path of the First Emperor.

Wuhemala charged into the battle to aid Syon, unaware of what awaited him.

Little did he know that upon his arrival, Frediano began forming a seal with both hands, fingers moving nimbly like the wind—an ancient seal technique, previously unseen by outsiders.

“Frediano is about to unleash his killer move,” whispered Skylar Neal softly.

“I haven’t seen the King Luminosa Seal in many years,” Jonah Shaw smiled softly.

“The time for these two to perish has come,” declared Luther Carden calmly.

The Northern King sons were well-acquainted with each other.

Frediano had been secretly cultivating seal techniques, known to the core higher-ups of the Northern Army, though few had witnessed it in action.

In an instant, Frediano completed the seal with both hands, taking a mere seven seconds.

Those seven seconds were enough to spell doom for a powerhouse a hundred times over.

Vitality surged out of Frediano’s body, forming a red square seal in his hands.

“Cultivating the King Luminosa Seal. Kill!” Frediano commanded, releasing the square seal with both hands.

The vast power of the world was harnessed by the hand seals, capable of suppressing ten thousand enemies with a single seal.

“Seal technique?” Syon was both shocked and furious.

Reacting swiftly, he employed Blood Escape.

This man was very cunning and had no sense of loyalty.

Despite calling for Wuhemala’s help, Syon cared little for him, escaping using Blood Escape and leaving him behind.

Wuhemala charged in, unaware of the impending collision.

Boom!

The square seal reverberated, releasing a formidable force.

A chilling ripple swept across Wuhemala, reducing the quasi-emperor to pieces.

The true terror of seal techniques lay in the overwhelming power they unleashed.

Silence enveloped the entire area, leaving all the prominent figures in shock.

For years, the power dynamics on the South Pole Island had remained unchallenged, with no one daring to challenge the position of the island’s powerhouses.

However, during this recent period, big shots had fallen one after another.

The head of the Jo family perished in the ruins, and now, another significant figure met a swift demise.

Frediano, hands behind his back, issued a cold order, “The commander has decreed that all Northern Army soldiers must enter the 16th ruin immediately. Those who obstruct them will be mercilessly killed!”

“Yes, sir!”

No one dared to impede the Northern Army’s disembarkation.

With experts capable of defeating quasi-emperors, who would risk stopping them?

Frediano’s actions had set a precedent, establishing dominance.

The rules of the South Pole Island jointly set by the giants were once seemingly invincible.

But now, the giants weren’t invincible.

Simultaneously, the bronze door of the 16th ruin swung open, allowing the Northern Army elites to pour in.

Their arrangement in Jaa’ku was made by Sorrell Neal.

The city was now guarded by the formidable Northern Army.

Meanwhile, thousands of kilometers away in the five-colored altar area.

This was the divine temple.

Braydon Neal, clad in a snow-white robe, arrived alone and stood outside the five-colored altar, gazing at the hundreds of corpses and trapped martial artists.

Aboriginal martial artists, Lowell Neal, and Graham Neal were among them.

Graham Neal, weak and kneeling in front of the dilapidated temple door, teetered on the brink of death.

Glancing ahead, Braydon noticed the densely packed five-colored altar, seemingly constructed from five different stones.

Standing at the periphery, he bent down, picking up a red stone and turning it into powder with a gentle exertion of force.

“Corpse powder!”

Braydon frowned, covering his mouth and nose.

The colorful stones comprising the five-colored altar were not mined but artificially created from burned corpses.

Such extreme methods, reminiscent of ancient martial arts practices, treated the lower class as sacrificial livestock, disregarding the sanctity of human life.