The Strongest War God - Chapter 1400

Chapter 1400: Heavy Sword Set

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

But could they escape?

Behind the ancient martial arts banished immortal, a seventh imperial path emerged, boasting 5040 variations.

Each transformation doubled his already formidable battle prowess, causing his aura to surge thousands of times.

“It’s him!” the skinny young man gasped in horror.

“The prodigy of the Neal family!” the second young man muttered, his expression desperate.

They hadn’t anticipated stumbling upon such a formidable opponent.

This was an ironclad plate they should never have dared to provoke!

As the ancient martial arts banished immortal embarked on their merciless pursuit, an eighth imperial path materialized behind him—the path of fire.

With its appearance, the ancient martial arts banished immortal’s aura became even more terrifying and ominous.

Eight imperial paths, 40,320 variations—the potential to multiply his battle prowess by 40,000 times.

Yet, he hadn’t comprehended all the changes.

In fact, he only controlled half of them.

Even so, his strength was unmatched, capable of being amplified by 20,000 times.

It was a sheer display of his own formidable combat prowess, utterly tyrannical in nature.

Teleporting swiftly, the ancient martial arts banished immortal closed in on the two fleeing men, swiftly killing them with his fists.

“I can’t linger here,” Braydon Neal murmured, his brows furrowed in concern.

Now that his cover was blown, it was imperative to relocate to another location.

Otherwise, if his identity was uncovered, the next visitors would likely be the elders from Demon Saint Island.

Those demons were experts in hunting down human super geniuses.

Braydon rose to his feet, and the Yin-Yang Five Elements Diagram beneath him vanished.

In that moment, a sharp and relentless sword Qi manifested 800 miles ahead of Braydon.

This aura bore an eerie strangeness, an untamed power beyond control.

It surged like a wild stallion, unfettered, drawing everything toward it.

“An unclaimed artifact. Sword Qi rends the air. A treasure has surfaced!” Braydon’s eyes gleamed with anticipation.

He, too, was eager to catch a glimpse of the treasure.

Spirit artifacts born in the Spirit Sea were anything but ordinary.

Consider the first-generation ancestor of the Neal family, who acquired numerous treasures in the Spirit Sea, now cherished by his descendants.

Then there was Kylo, who stumbled upon a unique item, from which they derived the Great Void of Kylo Art and established the Kylo Ruins, a legacy that endured through generations.

Yet, the most illustrious tales belonged to the four great factions of the Spirit Sea—the Neal family and the Stone family among them.

The Stone family’s progenitor, once feeble, stumbled upon a jade bottle in a secluded corner of the Spirit Sea, containing a few spirit pills.

Consuming just one pill, his strength and realm skyrocketed within a few short years, propelling him to unimaginable heights of power and establishing the Stone family’s legacy that persisted to this day.

Such legendary narratives echoed throughout the Spirit Sea, a perilous yet alluring realm brimming with opportunities.

It enticed adventurers and geniuses from afar to venture within its depths, seeking to claim their own slice of destiny.

Braydon summoned the ancient martial arts banished immortal and ripped open the fabric of space with his bare hands—spatial teleportation.

In an instant, he traversed the 800-mile expanse.

Upon arrival, the sea lay painted in crimson, a testament to the bloodshed that had ensued.

Amidst this scene of carnage, a sword emerged—a weapon of slaughter, merciless in its essence.

Its terrifying aura had decimated all spirit beasts within a 300-mile radius, leaving none alive in its wake.

Surveying the shattered space and the pervasive stench of blood, Braydon furrowed his brow.

“Such potent killing intent,” he muttered.

An ownerless weapon pulsating with killing intent—it was a sign that the sword was on the brink of selecting its master.

Yet, Braydon wasn’t the sole witness to this phenomenon.

Those within a thousand miles of the sea were drawn to the spectacle, but none could match Braydon’s swiftness courtesy of his spatial teleportation.

However, even as curiosity piqued the interest of others, charging forth recklessly was ill-advised.

The sword’s aura continued to permeate the surroundings, rending space with relentless fury.

For any saint realm martial artist to venture near meant inviting certain death.

Faced with this dilemma, Braydon, masked and inscrutable, unleashed his dual-pupils to penetrate the depths of the sea—an abyss that spanned a thousand meters.

Under the water lay a prominent mound, stretching for dozens of miles in the shape of a grave.

Embedded within this grave was a sword, its once-shining body now tarnished by countless years, yet still exuding a formidable sword Qi that permeated the thousand-meter sea.

Though Braydon’s dual-pupils were open, he didn’t fixate on the sword itself; instead, his gaze was drawn to the mound.

To him, this 19-mile expanse resembled a tomb—a burial ground harboring a multitude of secrets.

Within the depths of Braydon’s eyes, each corpse within the mound emitted an aura surpassing that of the saint realm.

They had undoubtedly been formidable beings in their prime.

Yet, the mystery remained—who had brought about their demise?

Such questions lingered unanswered, as the Spirit Sea held many enigmatic secrets within its depths.

Braydon’s deduction was swift—the executed individuals were once mighty beings, their armor and weapons attesting to their prowess.

They had belonged to the echelons beyond the saint realm—the realm of eminent saints.

These individuals, executed and interred, had wielded weapons commensurate with their strength, making the tomb a veritable treasure trove.

Amidst this grave, the sword lodged at its apex emitted an unrelenting aura of ferocity, a testament to the secrets buried beneath the sea’s surface.

In response to Braydon’s observation, a familiar voice resonated within his mind—the voice of the Third Ancestor. “Braydon, have you uncovered the seabed’s secret?”

“Third Ancestor, I have,” Braydon replied.

Braydon absorbed Fontane Neal’s words silently.

The gravity of his mentor’s tone was unmistakable as he continued, “Emperor realm, saint realm, eminent saint realm—beyond them lies the holy master realm. The leaders of the core families in the Spirit Sea are all holy masters.”

With that declaration, Braydon gained a profound understanding of the immense power wielded by the major factions.

If the leaders of these factions were holy masters, then their foundations likely surpassed even that realm—a truly fearsome prospect.

Fontane reinforced his statement, “That sword is no ordinary weapon—it’s a holy master weapon!”

The revelation struck Braydon like a thunderbolt.

He had initially thought it to be a saint-level weapon.

But to learn it was a holy master-level weapon was staggering.

In the hierarchy of saint artifacts, there were three tiers: low-level saint artifacts for saints, mid-level for eminent saints, and high-level for holy masters.

The distinction between them was immense, both in value and power.

With most of the Spirit Sea’s treasures already plundered, the appearance of a holy master weapon was sure to attract the attention of holy masters eager to claim it.

Yet, the tomb held more than just this prestigious weapon.

Spanning over ten miles, the tomb housed the remains of numerous experts, likely holy masters in their prime.

Their burial attire and weaponry were coveted by Spirit Sea warriors.

It was a high-level saint weapon.