The Strongest War God

He stood in the sky with his hands behind his back, lightning enveloping his body.

“My apologies for offending you!”

The young man on the left spoke, signaling his imminent attack.

In an instant, flames swept across the world, scorching the sky as they surged toward Braydon Neal.

The exceedingly high temperature likely exceeded 3,000 degrees Celsius, enough to reduce Braydon to ashes!

Even supreme pinnacles wouldn’t dare to place themselves in such an attack.

How could a human body withstand these flames?

The inferno surrounded Braydon, seemingly sealing him within its fiery grasp.

“This won’t be enough to trap him!” Takiyah Zakwe chuckled.

Having witnessed Braydon’s diverse techniques, she knew he cultivated more than just lightning and thunder techniques.

A white-robed youth calmly emerged from the flames.

Surrounded by lightning, she remained untouched by the flames, creating a protective three-meter barrier.

“What?!” The young man on the left was astonished.

“Attack!” The young man on the right immediately retaliated.

With a raised hand, the water from the long river tilted over.

The water resembled a flood, capable of transforming into any shape without hindrance.

Water, inherently formless, exhibited strange and unpredictable traits.

“If that’s all you’ve got, then there’s no need for this battle!” Braydon remarked softly, observing the duo.

“What?”

Both were shocked, and a chill ran down their spines.

“Martial arts enveloping the world, thunder punishment!” Braydon declared coldly.

Boom!

Thunderclouds spanned dozens of miles in the sky. Within moments, hundreds of thousand-meter-long thunderbolts descended.

Thunder struck indiscriminately.

The twin brothers were shocked and infuriated. Releasing their mental power, they formed a barrier protecting their heads.

They were forced into a defensive stance.

Braydon crossed his hands behind his back, levitating into the sky. “Instant technique, activate!” he intoned coolly.

The white light, resembling a rosy cloud, radiated purity and holiness like a banished immortal.

Beneath the instant technique, thunder bolts plummeted rapidly from the sky.

Lightning flickered.

Instant lightning strike!

Braydon’s speed surged, and the lightning became like a spear. Its penetrating force was already formidable, and now it was sharply intensified.

Crack! Crack!

Two crisp sounds echoed as the twin brothers’ mental power appeared severely damaged. The golden shield formed by their mental power was riddled with cracks.

They couldn’t endure any longer!

Braydon showed no mercy. The dense white light enveloping him gave off the appearance of an immortal in the mortal world.

Braydon seemed more like a god than an actual god.

Cultivating the thunder technique, he summoned thunder from the nine heavens.

It was akin to purgatory in all directions.

The twin brothers found themselves completely suppressed. Not only could they not retaliate, but survival became a formidable challenge.

“Enough!” Lord Lekan Yiga declared slowly.

Zahran Cwele immediately launched an attack. Releasing his mental power, he created an invisible barrier that dissipated the thunder clouds in the sky and nullified the thunder, shielding the twin brothers.

Zahran and Lekan both recognized Braydon’s strength.

Braydon had single-handedly subdued the twin brothers without sustaining any injuries.

With this level of talent, joining the Oracle Palace would undoubtedly make him a prominent figure in the future.

In the next moment, a lanky middle-aged man donned in battle boots and armor arrived.

Clad in armor, he was unmistakably no ordinary god.

“Braydon, would you be willing to join my Oracle Palace?” satisfaction filled Lekan’s eyes.

“No!” Braydon rejected him unequivocally.

Today, he wouldn’t join the Oracle Palace under any circumstances.

Zahran enticed him, saying, “Join my Oracle Palace, and you’ll be granted dominion over a Northern Royal City in the future.”

“A Northern Royal City?” Hiuhu Yazbek’s eyes narrowed; a trace of respect evident.

But Braydon, ignorant of the concept, rejected him outright.

“Don’t tell me you aspire to seize the Northern Royal City?” Lekan queried indifferently.

“He has no understanding of royal cities and imperial cities at all.” Takiyah rolled her eyes.

Zahran was stunned.

Even Lekan seemed perplexed.

As a creature from the ruins, was he truly unaware of the royal city and imperial city?

Upon reflection, it made sense.

Born in a small tribe in the wild, the Small Divine City would appear grand to him.

Concepts like royal cities and imperial cities might be alien to them, considering the vast unknown world beyond.

Zahran asserted firmly, “There are billions of living beings dwelling in the five Ruins World. The Small Divine City is situated in the Middle World, belonging to the Zeegza Imperial Dynasty. It governs the Nine Great Royal Dynasties and encompasses the entire Middle World. A small and remote city like the Small Divine City is not highly regarded.”

How vast were the ruins?

At this moment, from Zahran and the others, Braydon finally got a rough idea of his knowledge.

No one comprehended the origins of the ruins.

However, there was no questioning the potency of the ruins.

This was the ideal place for martial artists to flourish.

Numerous experts would emerge.

Simultaneously, it fostered a multitude of martial arts forces.

“The Zeegza Imperial Dynasty has the backing of the Oracle Palace. The gods indeed wield authority over the mortal world!” Lekan continued.

“Lord Lekan is a Divine Priest of a Northern Royal City,” Zahran subtly reminded Braydon of Lekan’s identity.

The Northern Royal City governed a radius of ten thousand miles, and the Small Divine City fell under its jurisdiction.

Lekan had previously pledged that, once in the Oracle Palace, Braydon would have the opportunity to control a royal city.

This offer was indeed quite alluring.

Bem and the twin brothers cast their gazes downward. They understood the chasm separating them from Braydon.

Braydon’s eyes flickered with an imperceptible light.

He recognized this as an opportunity.

In the future, if an opportunity presented itself, he could potentially have Northern Army hidden agents infiltrate the Oracle Palace.

However, the execution of this plan would undoubtedly pose considerable challenges.

Braydon remained silent.

Lekan and Zahran exchanged glances, seemingly convinced that they needed to intensify their persuasion.

Zahran spoke again, “By joining the Oracle Palace, you will certainly ascend to godhood in the future. If you demonstrate enough brilliance, gaining control of a Northern Royal City won’t be a daunting task.”

“Just now, you mentioned controlling a royal city in the future. Now, you’re saying that moving into a royal city won’t be difficult!”

Braydon gazed at Zahran, a smile playing on his lips.

These vague statements couldn’t deceive the seasoned manipulator that was Braydon.

Let’s not forget, over the years, Braydon had successfully deceived many people.

As the Northern Army’s commander, he invested substantial effort in recruiting numerous prodigies for the Northern Army.

In the realm of deceiving people, Braydon surpassed Zahran and the others by a considerable margin.

“I’m not afraid of you,” Lekan declared decisively. “Based on the talent you’ve exhibited, your future achievements won’t be any less than mine. You’ll surely have the capability to control a Northern Royal City.”

“My talent isn’t inferior to yours?”

Braydon beamed brightly.

This smile bore a hint of frivolity.

Lekan maintained a stoic expression.

Zahran voiced his dissatisfaction, “Braydon, there has to be a limit to your audacity. In Lord Lekan’s youth, his talent surpassed numerous Heaven’s Favorites.”

“It’s not audacity; it’s just that, over the years, no one in my generation dares to claim invincibility in my presence, and no one dares to assert their superiority. Who dares to declare themselves invincible before me?”

Braydon responded softly.

Throughout the years, numerous contemporaries paled in comparison to Braydon.

The geniuses of the world were people who had achieved remarkable success, but Braydon was the only everlasting star above all the geniuses.

He alone suppressed the world’s prodigies of his generation.

With his own strength, he dominated hundreds of countries worldwide.

Who would dare to claim invincibility in the presence of King Braydon?