The Strongest War God - Chapter 1361

Chapter 1361: The Seventh Master Was Beaten to a Pulp

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

They were acutely aware of the status of Thirteen in the Spirit Sea.

In the Spirit Sea, there existed thirteen of the most formidable heaven’s favorites.

The once illustrious Thirteenth Master had fallen.

Now, only twelve of the thirteen remained.

Their presence remained a source of dread.

Each one reigned as an overlord of the Spirit Sea.

Their mere words could render the core of the Spirit Sea off-limits to Kylo disciples, turning it into a forbidden zone.

The Spirit Sea became their sacred ground.

“The two of you…” Lino Whipple, the current Master of Kylo, exclaimed, a mix of shock and anger evident in his voice.

A heavy sigh echoed from the depths of the Spirit Sea.

Within the spirit mist’s deepest recesses lay a solitary piece of ice encased in brown stone.

At this moment, it fractured open.

Emerging from within was a white-haired youth.

With hair cascading over his shoulders, he strode forth in pristine white attire.

As he materialized, the sun and moon dimmed, and the stars paled in comparison.

The appearance of the white-haired youth cast Kylo City into profound silence.

For every resident of Kylo, this silence spoke volumes, for every household featured a portrait of this figure.

He was Konnor Lombardo, the seventh master of Kylo.

With his arrival, the world seemed to hold its breath once more.

“What?!” The black dragon’s eyes widened, and he involuntarily exclaimed, “This old geezer hasn’t kicked the bucket yet!”

“Kylo has mystic ice capable of inducing a slumber. Many past experts were frozen before their natural ends,” explained the golden crow, equally taken aback.

“So what if he’s the seventh master?” he added disdainfully. “He’s a mere speck compared to the Thirteenth Master!”

“If the Thirteenth Master were at full strength, he could easily subdue Kylo,” mused the black dragon, shaking its head skeptically, indicating its lack of faith in Braydon Neal’s victory.

It was evident that Constantine Siegel and Fredrich Truitt had spared no effort to safeguard a shred of the Thirteenth Master’s soul.

And where did this soul fragment reside?

It seemed increasingly apparent—it now resided within Braydon.

This was the utmost secret among the thirteen Spirit Seas disciples, unknown even to the likes of the black dragon and the golden crow, let alone outsiders.

Its secrecy stemmed from the fear that someone might uncover the truth and eliminate Braydon preemptively.

The remnants of the Thirteenth Master’s soul had undoubtedly merged with Braydon’s being.

His memories prior to the age of three were completely erased—a consequence most likely attributed to the lingering soul fragment.

Braydon was the remnant soul, and the remnant soul was Braydon!

Why else would the denizens of the Spirit Sea favor him?

At that moment, Konnor interjected slowly, “You both have resided in the Spirit Sea for eons. Today’s affair concerns Kylo’s internal matters. It would be inappropriate for you to meddle forcefully, wouldn’t it?”

“Do you even know who he is?”

Constantine harbored no fear whatsoever toward the seventh master of Kylo, despite the legends surrounding him within the Spirit Sea.

But what did it matter?

He, Constantine, stood as the most formidable dual-pupiled expert in the Siegel family of Spirit Sea—a natural born saint, an unbeatable legend.

With his dual pupils ignited, he could undoubtedly carve his path through the Kylo Ruins.

In the heart of the Spirit Sea’s core territory, within the domain of Kylo, the prodigies from 3,000 ruins congregated to vie for supremacy.

The thirteen disciples of the Spirit Sea loomed large in this central arena, embodying countless tales of prowess.

Constantine could now comprehend why Braydon and others had not encountered the prodigies from various ruins in recent years.

It was because all aboriginal talents had flocked to the Spirit Sea, driven by the allure of a chance at heavenly opportunities—a secret beyond the reach of mere divinehood.

Once one treaded into the Spirit Sea, there was no turning back; retreat meant certain death!

Surpassing the realm of divines meant eternal guardianship of the Spirit Sea, forbidding entry into the 3,000 ruins without authorization—a sacred decree of the Spirit Sea.

Yet, thirty years prior, an anomaly occurred.

It was the infamous Thirteenth Master, subject of the black dragon and the golden crow’s discussion.

The Thirteenth Master was indeed audacious.

Within the Spirit Sea’s core, he employed a clandestine technique to vanquish over 1,900 prodigies, sending shockwaves throughout the realm.

Following that, there were precisely 3,000 Spirit Sea guardians of order who flouted the Spirit Sea’s regulations.

He single-handedly killed 70% of them, plunging the entire core area into chaos.

Eventually, his true identity was revealed—he was the last of the thirteen Spirit Seas disciples, known as the Spirit Sea Thirteen.

Aside from the enigmatic boss of the Spirit Sea, the Thirteenth Master was the most dread-inducing figure.

Constantine knew that his once invincible reputation had been shattered long ago by none other than the Thirteenth Master himself.

However, losing to his own brother didn’t bring him any sense of shame.

Moreover, this incident remained confined to just him and his brother; it wasn’t widely known.

At that moment, the seventh master, Konnor, interjected casually, “I heard you refer to the 73rd Kylo descendant as Thirteen,” he remarked, his tone light.

“He’s ranked last among the thirteen disciples of the Spirit Sea.”

Fredrich divulged everything, prompting a slight change in Konnor’s expression.

He cast another glance at Braydon, already prepared but still visibly astonished.

“Elder Ancestor, Braydon, he…” exclaimed Lino, the current Master of Kylo, his voice tinged with shock.

“This…” The Kylo Masters were all taken aback, their expressions mirroring disbelief.

Even Old Crane, known for his stoicism, couldn’t hide his astonishment.

“From what we understand,” he interjected swiftly, “the Thirteenth Master has long since perished. How can he possibly be the Young Master of Kylo?”

“Nothing is beyond the realm of possibility!”

“It’s true,” Konnor confirmed with a casual air.

He turned his gaze to Constantine and continued, “Legend has it that the ancestors of the Siegel family in the Spirit Sea once boasted a supreme figure. He was the creator of the funeral song, soul-cleansing song, soul-gathering song, and soul-shaking song—each of them a supreme forbidden technique. With a single melody, he could summon all the souls in existence to converge into one. It seems the rumors hold merit.”

Having lived for countless years, Konnor was privy to many secrets.

The Siegel family’s terror was etched into Kylo’s annals.

Despite Kylo’s might, the Siegel family instilled even greater fear.

After all, who wouldn’t tremble before a lineage of dual-pupiled individuals?

Ancient records attested that only one dual-pupiled person could manifest in each era, making them unrivaled within their generation.

They would reign supreme, subduing an era and eclipsing all other geniuses.

Yet, the ancestor of the Siegel family, with his dual-pupil, surpassed all expectations with his terrifying and astonishing feats.

His achievements soared to unprecedented heights, his dual-pupiled lineage perpetuated through the ages via bloodline inheritance.

Each generation bore witness to the emergence of an invincible warrior.

Now, millennia had elapsed.

The formidable reputation of the Siegel family in the Spirit Sea remained unparalleled—its true magnitude a subject of fearful speculation.

If one of the ancient dual-pupiled saints were to reappear, they would truly embody a supreme existence.

Indeed, each of the thirteen Spiritual Sea disciples harbored their own formidable background.

The most fearsome figure among them all was the Thirteenth Master—an individual known for his unrelenting ruthlessness.

Single-handedly, he shattered the age-old rules of the Spirit Sea, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake.

He subdued the undefeated mythical dual-pupils of his era, killed a connate path body with a single sword stroke, and vanquished a heaven’s favorite who had ascended to the divine realm with sheer physical prowess.

During his reign, none dared lay claim to prodigious status in the Spirit Sea.

His presence was epitomized by a lone figure wielding a saber, instilling such terror that even the boldest refrained from dubbing themselves as the chosen one.

But his recklessness knew no bounds.

The Thirteenth Master dared to defy even the guardians of order of the Spirit Sea, decimating 70% of their ranks among the 3,000-strong cadre.

Such audacity naturally drew the ire of other formidable beings within the Spirit Sea.

While some were slain by their contemporaries or grew to become towering figures, the Thirteenth Master met a different fate—he played with fire until it consumed him entirely.

His body and soul alike were obliterated, scattered to the winds.

With a sigh, the seventh master, Konnor, remarked, “The Thirteenth Master is a relic of the past. Now, Braydon stands as the 73rd successor of Kylo. Do you truly intend to meddle in Kylo’s internal affairs?”