The Strongest War God

“What’s going on?” Ebo Mabaya, the elder with purple hair and a silver robe, inquired of the old bamboo. “Did you experience some revelation earlier?”

“Father, Uncle Bamboo’s aura seems to have reached… quasi-emperor!” Lolonyo Mabaya, the middle-aged man in a white robe, was quick to notice the change in the old bamboo.

“He’s already taken half a step forward?” Ebo expressed pleasant surprise.

“A month ago, I took half a step. Breaking through the imperial realm bottleneck is incredibly challenging. As a plant cultivator, the difficulty is ten times greater for me. I managed to take that half step,” the old bamboo explained slowly.

The Scarlet Sky Tiger widened its eyes and murmured, “Old Bamboo, when you were stuck at the bottleneck, your potential seemed exhausted. How did you manage to take the second half step?”

“Tiger, I had my own opportunities!” The old bamboo was in particularly high spirits.

The Scarlet Sky Tiger was at the same ninth level, but now, the old bamboo had advanced half a step ahead.

“Opportunities?” Ebo momentarily disregarded Braydon Neal’s presence and inquired.

“My destiny lies with these two young friends. Ebo, I’ve sworn not to harm them for the rest of my life and will protect them,” the old bamboo changed the topic, expressing the intent to protect Braydon and the little fool.

Little did they know that this protection would safeguard their lives, not alarming the three emperors’ wills in Little Fool’s body.

“Did the martial artists from the ancient city assist you?” Ebo asked, furrowing his brow.

“They are still young, the same age as Jada. They are unaware of the ancestral grudges,” the old bamboo explained.

Lolonyo, Jada’s father, frowned. “Even if they are young and unaware, they will likely become enemies in the future. Moreover, the three races still have the killing order.”

“No need to worry,” Ebo reassured.

The three-race killing order was significant, but the matter between Braydon and the old bamboo was a family affair.

No outsiders were aware, and the indigenous tribes had their secret deals and cooperation with the ancient city’s martial artists.

Ebo turned to Braydon and Luke Yates, asking calmly, “Martial artists, how did you end up here? With your strength, reaching this place from the ancient city without becoming prey for the spirit beasts is challenging.”

Lolonyo added coldly, “Their elders left them at the edge of the spirit sea, instructing them to return to the ancient city on their own.”

“Elders in the family?” Ebo’s eyes sparkled with interest.

“My family’s elders are emperors!” the little fool declared confidently.

“Little Fool!” Braydon frowned, cautioning Little Fool to remain quiet.

As per Jada’s information, tensions existed between the ancient city’s martial artists and the aborigines.

In the clashes, emperors had taken action. Beckett Neal, the ancestor of the Neal family, was an emperor with a grudge against the aborigines.

Once Beckett’s name came up, it might trigger a hostile response from these individuals.

“We do have an emperor in my family, and it’s not just one,” Braydon stated calmly.

“The descendants of emperors are assisting us, seemingly unaware of many things about the ruins. Interesting!” Ebo, the old man, displayed some curiosity.

“Kid, do you comprehend how much blood our races have shed in mutual conflict?” he continued, wearing a somber expression.

“Do you grasp the years of animosity we’ve accumulated?”

“I’m willing to hear the details,” Braydon replied calmly.

“We’ve harbored a grudge for a thousand years,” Lolonyo, the middle-aged man in white, said icily.

“If not for the imperial decree, we would have fought our way out of the ruins and invaded your ancestral land,” the old man Ebo added calmly, unaware of the specifics of the imperial decree he mentioned.

However, Braydon surmised it was the imperial decree restricting the beings in the ruins.

“But the restrictions of the imperial decree are about to wane,” Lolonyo added.

Once the so-called imperial decree restriction lost its effect, the aborigines, plant cultivators, and spirit beasts in the ruins would undoubtedly seize the ancient city.

“I’m new to the ruins. I shouldn’t be concerned about such a significant matter,” Braydon said calmly.

“Then tell me, how did you assist Uncle Bamboo in breaking through? If you can help him advance to the plant imperial realm, I will ensure both of you leave safely,” Lolonyo promised, underestimating Braydon’s capabilities.

He expected Braydon to aid the old bamboo in reaching the imperial realm, thinking he had considerable influence.

“Are you threatening me?” Braydon asked softly.

“You can interpret it that way,” Lolonyo replied, his eyes filled with disdain, as if martial artists like Braydon and Little Fool were beneath him.

However, the Northern King was not to be trifled with, especially when it came to foreigners.

“You have threatened the wrong person!” Braydon said softly.

“You may not know this, but even with a royal family here, I can crush you with a single finger!”

Lolonyo exerted pressure, releasing heavenly might.

However, this pressure had no effect on Braydon, who remained calm.

“What?” Lolonyo was surprised. “My pressure is ineffective against you!”

“Father!” Jada attempted to intervene, but Ebo remarked, “Interesting kid. Due to the imperial decree, emperors cannot act independently in the ruins. Even with your family’s emperor support, he can’t save you.”

“Do you want to bet on whether I dare to kill you!” Lolonyo’s eyes reflected cold killing intent.

Unfazed, Braydon smiled and left with Little Fool.

“I never gamble,” he stated softly.

“Hmm?”

“Little guy, you don’t think you can escape unscathed today, do you?” Ebo said slowly.

Braydon possessed something to help the old bamboo break through.

If the old bamboo became a plant emperor, it would transform this place into an imperial dojo, a future forbidden area in the ruins.

Ebo, a quasi-emperor, was only half a step away.

If the old bamboo became a plant emperor, Ebo could take the final step with the power of the emperor fruit.

As a rare entity in the ruins, a plant emperor would be highly sought after.

Therefore, they would not permit Braydon to leave.

The Scarlet Sky Tiger, standing at a distance, emitted a fierce aura.

Its huge eyes were fixed on Braydon as it warned, “Human, leave this place, or you’ll die. Turn back now, and you might survive!”

Braydon halted and smiled at the Scarlet Sky Tiger, a smile that sent shivers down people’s spines.

Braydon remained fearless.

What was he relying on?