The Strongest War God - Chapter 1427

Chapter 1427: A Special Scroll
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Demons and humans were bitter foes.

Why else would Demon Saint Island have been so active in secretly eliminating geniuses all these years?

It was fear that drove them!

Fear that a genius like Braydon Neal would grow up and wreak havoc on Demon Saint Island, crafting pills from demon beasts and weapons from demon souls!

The true form of the feminine man was the Seven-Colored Python Sparrow, a mutant born in the Spirit Sea.

Monstrous beasts were naturally exceptional, and as they matured, their strength became even more extraordinary.

The seniority of the Seven-Colored Python Sparrow couldn’t be compared to Issac Irwin and Carlisle Jaynes; it had been born three thousand years ago, with a growth period spanning close to a thousand years.

Three hundred years constituted childhood, another three hundred for growth, and the remaining for adulthood.

Mutated beasts took a thousand years to mature, reaching the level of holy master upon adulthood.

This Seven-Colored Python Sparrow, having lived for three thousand years, possessed formidable strength and wielded the supreme treasure of Demon Saint Island, the Snow Demon Sword.

His power was immeasurable.

“If you two seniors hand over Braydon to me, I will ensure your safe departure,” the feminine man smiled, his words laced with threat.

Hand over Braydon and leave unscathed, or face the consequences!

“I should have taken you out when I had the chance!” Issac’s expression twisted with anger.

“The past!” The feminine-looking man’s demeanor gradually shifted to coldness.

He had harbored a grudge against the Hall of Souls since his youth.

Turning around, he spoke with venomous intent, “You two old relics owe your extended lives to the Hall of Souls.

Without them, your cultivation would have withered away with age.

If you refuse to hand over Braydon, you’ll meet your end alongside him!”

With those words, the Snow Demon Sword in the feminine-looking man’s grip erupted with luminous swordlight and a savage aura.

Traces of sword Qi sliced effortlessly through the air.

“The Snow Demon Sword of Demon Saint Island may meet its end here today!” Issac unfurled the yellow scroll.

Caught in the wind, the scroll stretched out to seven meters, depicting a vivid phoenix engulfed in flames, radiating a terrifying presence that seemed to stifle everyone around.

The feminine-looking man’s complexion paled.

As a demonic beast, he sensed an even greater pressure, his shock and fury evident as he demanded, “What is this?”

“A painting!” Issac’s voice was cold as he slashed his right palm with a sharp blade held in his left hand.

Droplets of blood splattered onto the painting, activating the Blood Sacrifice Scroll.

The depicted phoenix came to life, bursting from the painting with a resounding cry–a Flaming True Phoenix!

It expanded with the wind, its wings spanning the sky, blotting out the sun in a ten-mile expanse of divine-feathered glory.

Its overwhelming presence instantly evaporated the surrounding seawater with its fiery power.

Mist swirled around as the feminine-looking man gripped the Snow Demon Sword.

Under the pressure of the phoenix, his true form was unveiled–a seven-colored python!

To be precise, it was the Seven-Colored Python Sparrow, complete with wings.

Despite its unusual nature, the pressure exerted by the true phoenix was overwhelming, leaving everyone in awe of the painting’s incredible detail.

As the painting transformed into a living phoenix, even Issac and Carlisle found themselves unable to withstand its immense power.

The python sparrow, realizing its vulnerability, attempted to flee into the void, but the presence of the phoenix suppressed it, leaving it defenseless.

The majestic cry of the real phoenix shattered the surrounding void, compelling the python sparrow to reveal its true form.

Despite its desperate attempts to resist, it found itself overpowered.

In a last-ditch effort, the python sparrow activated the Snow Demon Sword, pushing it to its limits, but it was still insufficient.

Cornered, the python sparrow spat out blood essence onto the sword, imbuing it with a hazy, blood-red light, and increasing its power several-fold.

With a decisive blow, Issac struck, preventing the python sparrow from escaping.

They were beings that surpassed the holy masters, capable of attacking with just a mere thought.

“Issac, don’t push me to self-destruct!” The python sparrow was pushed back, the threat of self-destruction hanging heavy in the air.

The consequences of such an act would be catastrophic–the surrounding ten thousand miles would likely be leveled to the ground, leaving nothing alive.

“Go ahead, try it,” Issac responded coldly, refusing to give the python sparrow the opportunity to resort to such extreme measures.

The true phoenix swooped down, launching another attack without hesitation.

The python sparrow’s gaze turned fierce, its vertical pupils fixated on Carlisle and Issac, harboring both old and new grudges that it would never forget.

As a python-like creature, it possessed unparalleled recovery abilities, bolstered by the cultivation of a world seed, its life source concealed within.

The seed of life, crucial for its survival, was nestled within the sparrow’s body, coveted by the true phoenix as it sought to devour its foe.

In a desperate bid for survival, the python sparrow unleashed its full strength, engaging in a fierce battle with the true phoenix.

In a matter of moments, they exchanged blows, each strike fraught with intensity.

Suddenly, a small red dot of light emerged from the sparrow’s body, attaching itself to the Snow Demon Sword.

The Snow Demon Sword, now infused with newfound power, vanished into the void in a blur, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

“I used the True Phoenix Portrait, but he still slipped away in the end!” Issac’s expression soured as he recounted the escape.

“By forsaking its demon form and tethering itself to the seed of life, it managed to flee with the Snow Demon Sword. But I don’t know how long it’ll take it to regain its full strength.”

For now, it was not able to threaten Braydon.

The True Phoenix Painting, a rare treasure bestowed by the Hall of Souls, had served as their guide to safety, leading them to the hall itself.

Stepping out of the Star Tower, Braydon surveyed the towering black palace that reached into the clouds, spanning 9,999 floors.

“Your Highness, your quarters have been prepared,” announced Soul Slave No. 1, Beckham Jovel, appearing to guide them personally.

“Are those individuals from the Stone family?” Braydon inquired with a cool demeanor, his animosity towards the family evident.

“Indeed, a portion of the soul slaves here hail from the Stone family, and many who frequent the hall are Spirit Sea prodigies,” Issac explained, offering Braydon insights into the hall’s dynamics.

Braydon grasped the basics of the Hall of Souls, situated in the Spirit Sea, accessible for human cultivators seeking training.

However, demons were not tolerated and would be swiftly dealt with.

With 9,999 levels and a world entrance on each, the hall held vast potential for those who ventured within.

Warnings and restrictions were posted prominently at the entrance, delineating the levels of access within the Hall of Souls.

There were 99 levels each for the saint realm, the eminent saint realm, and the holy master realm.

Braydon and the three soul slaves convened in a hall, engaging in lengthy conversation for about half an hour.

Beckham suddenly rose, directing his gaze toward the sky where a black stone, smooth as a mirror, emitted a faint silver light, gradually forming a clear image.

“The Lord of the Hall of Souls requests an audience with Your Highness,” Beckham announced, his reminder prompting action.

Accompanying Braydon with a purpose in mind, the three soul slaves had brought him here, and he was ready.

Aware that the individual who had shaped the Spirit Sea was en route aboard a starship specifically for him, Braydon braced himself for what lay ahead.