The Strongest War God

Braydon Neal broke out in a cold sweat, realizing his second uncle was still trying to warn him when he returned to reality.

The will of the green-robed man manifested in the outside world as he stood beside Braydon with a grave expression.

“We’re in trouble. Do you know who the temple worships?” the green-clothed man asked, his face serious.

Braydon shook his head, clearly unaware.

The man in green continued solemnly, “The 16th Oracle Palace. The previous generation’s Great Divine Priest. Even I have to respect him. Judging by the scale of this five-colored altar, it’s undoubtedly a place to worship him by presenting sacrifices.”

“Sacrifices?”

Braydon wanted clarification.

In a low voice, the man in green explained, “The gods have a secret technique. For those who have passed away, they wrap their bodies in special spiritual soil and sacrifice them for a thousand years. In the future, they are meant to be revived and reappear in the human world.”

“What?”

Braydon was shocked. Such a terrifying and unknown technique was beyond his comprehension.

Death was considered the end, and the notion of resurrection seemed unfathomable.

“How can a person who died a thousand years ago return to the mortal world? Will they still be the same person?”

Braydon questioned, grappling with the incomprehensible idea.

The green-robed man replied in a serious tone, “The god statue won’t let you go easily. Brace yourself. If it comes to it, my power can protect you and take you away safely. However, I can’t save your two elders.”

Braydon fell silent, realizing his limited ability to protect himself, let alone rescue his grandfather and uncle.

The man in green suggested, “If I use the martial arts banished immortal, do you think you can save my uncle and the others?”

“I don’t know,” the green-robed man admitted, lacking certainty.

Meanwhile, a terrifying fluctuation emanated from the dilapidated temple.

It was an overwhelming mental power surpassing that of an emperor.

The power subtly transformed into a violet-robed youth on the temple, his hair tied into a crown.

His cold expression and eyes filled with the vicissitudes of life gave off an imposing aura.

He spoke slowly, “Why have you come to my slumbering place?”

“I’m here to take them away,” the man in green responded indifferently.

Braydon remained expressionless, aware that the green-robed man was no saint.

Even he showed reverence for the temple’s existence, yet he was about to take the two away without any respect.

“Do you know the rules of the sacrificial ground?” the violet-clad youth questioned coldly. “Anything that enters here is a sacrifice.”

“There are plenty of offerings outside!” The green-robed man raised his hand, capturing two pig-like spirit beasts that were cowering on the ground in fear.

He intended to use two spirit beasts as a barter for Lowell Neal and Graham Neal.

The violet-clothed youth’s expression turned cold instantly, but a hint of apprehension flickered across his face.

The reason was straightforward – the green-clothed man’s strength was on par with his own.

Engaging in a conflict now would inevitably lead to the temple’s collapse.

In such a scenario, the statue would be destroyed, and he would sleep for another thousand years. He wanted everything to turn into oblivion.

“Absorbing the power of that quasi-emperor will bring me back to life,” asserted the violet-robed youth coldly.

“We’ve waited for a thousand years. Why rush?” replied the green-robed man with a smile. “Moreover, you can’t touch that Quasi-Emperor. If you do, even if you wake up, you won’t be able to escape death!”

The violet-clothed youth’s gaze turned even colder, sensing a threat. “What do you mean?”

“The descendant of the Divine Lord has been born,” the green-robed man stated casually. “Even after having slept for a thousand years, you should understand what that means.”

“Has the Divine Lord’s successor mastered the divine martial banished immortal?” the violet-clothed youth questioned urgently.

Braydon stood nearby, combining his eight techniques into one, transforming into a banished immortal.

The white figure complained, “You said you’re not going to use me for a year!”

“I asked you to come out and take a breather.” Braydon was a bit helpless against the martial arts banished immortal with self-awareness.

Although there were other options, they needed the figure of a banished immortal to come out and support them.

“You…” The violet-clad youth exclaimed in shock, “Martial arts banished immortal? It’s… It’s real!”

“Spiritual body? I’m a little hungry!”

The martial arts banished immortal displayed no fear of the violet-clothed youth, who had clearly surpassed the emperor realm, being the previous Great Divine Priest.

The banished immortal swiftly moved, grabbing the violet-clothed youth’s arm and tearing it off with a fierce tug.

No flesh or blood was involved; it was constructed from spiritual energy.

The banished immortal inhaled, drawing boundless spiritual energy into his body.

The violet-clothed youth’s spiritual body was potent, and the spiritual energy of one arm was consumed by the martial arts banished immortal.

In the next moment, the banished immortal burped and returned to Braydon’s body.

A surge of pure mental power emanated from Braydon’s spiritual aperture, propelling his mental power to the third stage, and then to the fourth.

The violet-clothed youth’s spiritual body, surpassing emperors, had helped Braydon advance two stages.

Swallowing him could potentially elevate Braydon’s mental power to the emperor realm, turning him into a warlock emperor.

In this moment, Braydon began to comprehend why martial arts practitioners, no matter how powerful, harbored fear toward martial arts banished immortals.

Martial arts banished immortals possessed the ability to cut through all spiritual energy, rendering them immune to mental attacks.

This unique trait elevated them to a god-like status in the eyes of the gods.

On the other hand, the violet-robed youth, now identified as Chikodi Kamga, appeared pale after regenerating a new arm.

Kneeling at Braydon’s feet, he spoke in a trembling voice, “The seventh generation Great Divine Priest of the Oracle Palace, Chikodi Kamga, greets the Young Divine Lord.”

Braydon said, “You have a formidable mental power.”

It caused the violet-robed youth to turn even paler.

He kowtowed, seeking forgiveness, “I didn’t know that the descendant of the Divine Lord had come. I offended you earlier. Please remember that it wasn’t easy for me. I have been sleeping here for a thousand years just to wake up one day and make up for the regrets I had when I was alive. Please forgive me, Young Divine Lord!”

The arrogance and prestige that once defined the violet-robed youth vanished.

Such spiritual bodies were vulnerable, and a martial arts banished immortal could easily eliminate them.

Braydon and the green-robed man exchanged glances, realizing the need to tread carefully.

Offering no way out for the violet-clothed youth might lead to the self-destruction of his mental power, dragging everyone down with him.

The violet-clothed youth dispelled the illusion, and instantly, everyone regained consciousness.

Aboriginal martial artists and individuals from the major families of the South Pole Island, including Lowell and Graham, gradually woke up.

However, Graham remained deeply immersed in the illusion, struggling to discern reality from illusion in the immediate aftermath.

“Uncle Lowell, take Grandpa away!” Braydon urged, emphasizing his initial goal of rescuing them.

With the fear instilled by the martial arts banished immortal, the violet-clothed youth wouldn’t easily let them go without the banished immortal’s intervention.