The Strongest War God - Chapter 1491

Chapter 1491: Old Friends are Still the Same

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

One eye with two pupils? It was an innate trait–a dual-pupil birth.

This revelation left Obed Zafar speechless.

“Innate dual-pupils, a characteristic of the Neal lineage within the cosmos human race!”

“The first lineage, head of the eight lineages. A direct descendant is born with dual-pupils!”

“Where does this child come from? How does he possess both the Foreman lineage blood and dual pupils?”

…

The murmurs spread as everyone in the arena became alert.

Trevon Neal’s eyes held an astonishing sight–ten pupils in total.

The young one had indeed inherited his father’s bloodline perfectly.

Born noble, the eldest son of Braydon Neal had activated his dual-pupils.

“Duplication of the innate dual-pupil technique?” Paxton Foreman’s voice lowered with solemnity.

In the annals of dual-pupil history, the originator of this astounding technique was a legendary figure among the humans in the cosmos.

He possessed dual-pupils, but he had integrated them into his bloodline, transcending the limitations of having only one dual-pupil per era.

Originally, dual-pupils were unbeatable–a natural legend.

If they emerged, no one in the same generation could rival them.

However, that illustrious figure had melded dual-pupils into his bloodline, passing them down through generations, establishing the Neal lineage as the foremost among the eight lineages.

For countless years, however, no one had inherited the supreme secret technique of dual-pupils.

But today, the super genius of the eight lineages’ first ancestor would surely arise.

“Trevon, with your dual-pupils, you can perceive all ages. You can discern the origins of all the paths in the cosmos,” Paxton suddenly remarked.

Trevon didn’t need to do so.

His dual-pupils were already open, and he could discern the gravity domain.

Moreover, he could replicate and control it perfectly, converting it into his own strength.

And now, Trevon’s domain had been activated!

The clash of the two domains eradicated the suppressive force.

Trevon soared into the air, spreading his arms.

“Today, I will test the power of the Son of Heaven Combat Technique that Uncle Luke taught me!” he declared earnestly.

With a swift motion, Trevon advanced, and the nine supremes stood united in the mortal realm.

“Nine Supremes Return to One!” he intoned.

Raising his left hand, he summoned ten thousand swords to his fingertips.

As the swords coalesced into one, the heavenly execution descended–One Sword Heavenly Execution.

These were all secret techniques!

“Oakley Lyman’s path technique!” Paxton exclaimed in astonishment.

The secret technique, Heavenly Execution, Ten Thousand Swords Return to One, was one of the eight lineage masters of the human race, Oakley’s technique.

But what was even more alarming was the familiarity of the Son of Heaven Combat Technique that Trevon displayed to Paxton.

It stirred a memory, yet he couldn’t recall the specifics.

He had glimpsed fragments of this ancient combat technique in old scrolls, long forgotten due to the passage of time.

The convergence of Trevon’s nine supremes into one entity, followed by the single-finger execution of an eminent saint, left the arena in stunned silence.

The innate combat prowess of this human child was truly fearsome.

Engaging an eminent saint before reaching the saint realm and emerging victorious–such a feat was unprecedented.

Yet amidst the awe, a white-robed youth strode into the battle arena, observing the spectacle with tranquil composure.

He addressed Trevon calmly, “Trevon!”

“Dad!”

Trevon heard his father’s voice and swiftly departed from the arena, joining Braydon’s side.

Braydon sighed softly. “It’s already dawn outside. You’ve spent the entire night here. Your mother was worried, so she sent me to check on you.”

“I’m sorry, Dad!”

Though still young, Trevon’s face filled with remorse upon hearing that he had caused his mother concern.

Braydon took his hand gently and led him out, imparting some fatherly wisdom along the way.

“Your mother has a spirited nature, but she worries about you deeply. As the eldest son, you mustn’t let her fret like this again, understood?”

“Yes!” Trevon nodded earnestly.

The father and son strolled out of the arena, Paxton opting not to make an appearance.

He understood that Braydon’s identity held even more mystery–he was the second-generation successor of the Hundred Tribulations Heavenly Art.

With his potential, he believed he would ascend to a revered status within less than ten thousand years.

In the battle arena, discussions buzzed about Braydon’s enigmatic origins.

His son’s extraordinary talent prompted speculation about the depths of Braydon’s own abilities.

However, the pair remained elusive, rarely interacting with outsiders.

Exiting the battle arena, Braydon led Trevon away, vanishing from sight.

As they returned to their own consciousness, the capital’s sky began to brighten, signaling the onset of dawn.

Trevon awoke in his bed, finding his mother seated beside him.

Sensing her gentle demeanor, he lowered his gaze, as if acknowledging a mistake.

“Don’t stay out so late again, alright?” Heather Sage’s voice carried warmth, devoid of reproach.

“I won’t sneak out anymore,” Trevon promptly assured.

“Good. Now, hurry and get ready. After breakfast, accompany your father to the temple,” Heather instructed.

While she wouldn’t be attending the court meeting today, Braydon had declared his intention to be present, ensuring his attendance would be unquestioned.

Braydon decided to bring Trevon along, while Judith Neal remained with her mother, as it wasn’t suitable for her to attend.

After waking up, the family finished breakfast, only to receive an invitation from Dominic Lowe to visit the capital palace.

The palace emanated an aura of solemnity and dignity.

Martial Emperor Yanagi hadn’t made an appearance since Braydon’s return to Preston, indicating his immense trust in Braydon’s abilities.

Indeed, Syrus Yanagi often contemplated whether Braydon was his biological son, given the paternal affection he held for him.

Inside the palace, the cabinet elders, Dominic, Karson Jacobo, and others, were gathered.

The governor office had been divided into the North Governor Office, led by Tristan Yandell, and the South Governor Office, led by Nico Yates.

Marvin Townsend from the Dark Division, Zavier Leach, Sawyer Quail, and Kieran Normand were also present–faces familiar from times past.

However, the current King Braydon was not the same as before.

As they approached the palace doors, a solemn proclamation rang out: “His Highness the Crown Prince has arrived!”

The men of the Northern Army made their entrance, with Crown Prince Syrus and Royal Guard Tobey Lapras walking into the hall side by side.

Tobey, clad in white attire and holding an ancient book, greeted everyone with a faint smile. “It’s been a while, everyone.”

The ministers bowed respectfully in response. “Greetings, Your Highness, Royal Guard Tobey.”

However, Syrus, adorned in a golden dragon robe, cast a cold gaze over the crowd, emitting a palpable wave of pressure that filled the hall with an ominous air.

Panic ensued among the attendees.

Known troublemakers since their youth, Syrus and Tobey were regarded as troublemakers.

Their notorious reputation preceded them, and their penchant for causing mischief together was well-known.

Attempting to diffuse the tension, Dominic stepped forward with a forced smile.

“Ahem. His Highness the Crown Prince has been away from the capital for quite some time. We’ve missed him dearly.”

However, Tobey’s response was less than friendly. “Do you believe I can take you out with a single punch?”

Taken aback, Dominic’s expression darkened. “I haven’t done anything to offend you!”

Unfazed, Tobey’s grip tightened on his saber as he repeated his threat.

Sensing trouble, Marvin quickly intervened, pulling Dominic away and advising him in a hushed tone, “There’s something fishy going on here. Best not to get involved.”