The Strongest War God-Chapter 1314 - : Qi Gai Appears

Chapter 1314: Qi Gai Appears

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“The human emperor once reigned over the mortal world with 3,000 paths, his dominion echoing through ancient times. He stood unmatched in the heavens and on earth, revered as the emperor by both the outside world and the ruins alike. Legend has it, he succumbed to his own essence and the relentless march of time!”

The eerie voice in the darkness remained astounded.

The path of the human emperor had long faded into obscurity, appearing only once before, lost to the annals of time, vanishing without a trace.

It was a path technique so supreme that even the heavens dared not tolerate its existence.

Yet here it was, resurfacing in the human realm, under the scrutiny of all.

A venerable figure, expelled from the realm of immortals, exuded a formidable aura with but a mere thought.

Behind him, 3,000 imperial paths materialized, forming a path paved with golden bricks that stretched between heaven and earth.

The ethereal presence of the 3,000 paths loomed overhead.

This ancient martial arts banished immortal bore the dignity of a human emperor, eschewing any need for forbidden techniques.

With serene composure, it advanced toward Berko Yengo.

Its left hand clenched into a fist, and with a decisive thrust, it unleashed it!

A thunderous boom echoed as Berko’s countenance twisted in shock, his fighting spirit waning.

He was beholding the path of the human emperor firsthand, a path destined to elevate the common folk.

Who in the world could stand against such might?

Forced into action, Berko unleashed his full strength, channeling the power of the divine pill within him.

The fusion of quasi-divine physique and divine pill strength surged forth, capable of moving mountains with a single blow.

With a resounding clash, their fists met.

In that singular moment, Berko’s pallid face bore witness to the overwhelming force that shattered his defenses, coursing through his body like a raging tempest.

The sheer power left him drained, his face drained of color as he spat a mouthful of blood, feeling the relentless force wreak havoc upon him.

A fissure marred the divine pill within his body—a dire development indeed.

With just one punch, Berko found himself crippled and his very foundation shaken.

The cracking of the divine pill spelled doom, fracturing the very essence of his being.

“Pfft!”

A spurt of blood escaped Berko’s lips, his once formidable aura now a shadow of its former self.

The near-shattering of the divine pill with a single blow signified the downfall of the quasi-divine.

In the shadows, the concealed divine-level figure could bear witness no longer.

His clandestine purpose here was to expel the martial arts banished immortal, yet he found himself bewildered by the impending demise of a quasi-divine.

Like stealing a chicken only to be left empty-handed—quasi-divine Berko, a future divine, could not meet his end here.

Silence pervaded the scene until suddenly, a divine pressure erupted.

A white-haired elder materialized, exuding an aura of divine might.

Simultaneously, another figure emerged silently.

“Old fool,” the newcomer spoke with indifference, “you dare to reveal yourself?”

From the shadows emerged a black-robed expert, emanating palpable killing intent.

Any divine-level character daring to assault Braydon Neal would undoubtedly meet their demise.

The white-haired elder was a former imperial lord of the Donta Imperial Dynasty, and Kyan Yengo was the tenth imperial lord.

The white-haired elder was the ninth imperial lord—an elder of great seniority within the dynasty.

In the Donta Imperial Dynasty, ascension to the throne wasn’t hereditary; instead, all descendants of the Yengo family, as well as chosen individuals, vied for the throne.

Only the most formidable could ascend, ensuring the dynasty remained stable and free from internal strife.

Each imperial lord possessed the talent and strength to dominate their peers, and with the appearance of the ninth imperial lord, a pivotal moment was at hand.

Heavenly Mountain’s Gideon Zavala had emerged as well, his presence chilling, emanating the unmistakable aura of a divine.

A true pinnacle of power, he loomed in the sky, casting a shadow over the world—a genuine divine indeed.

Speculations had swirled about Gideon, some labeling him as a quasi-divine, while others relegated him to the role of a mere butler in Heavenly Mountain.

Yet, his true origins were revealed—he hailed from the Ancestral Land.

“Who dares intrude?” demanded the former imperial lord, his anger palpable.

“I am Gideon Zavala, one of the nine lords of the Spirit Sea,” came the reply.

The revelation left the old imperial lord visibly shaken.

The denizens of the Spirit Sea were renowned for their might, and the Spirit Sea itself was among the most forbidden realms across the 3,000 ruins.

Its depths harbored unfathomable dangers, deterring even divine-level figures from venturing too far.

Gideon’s association with the Spirit Sea elevated him beyond mere ancestry—he was hailed as one of its nine lords, known as heaven’s equal.

Braydon, grasping the significance, realized that Gideon had long surpassed the traditional divine realm, attaining the esteemed heaven’s equal realm.

Amidst the complexities of Gideon’s titles and realms, one fact remained clear—he was a true divine-level entity.

Despite his presence shadowing Braydon for years, his intentions had remained benign.

However, the arrival of a divine-level envoy from the Donta Imperial Dynasty marked a dangerous escalation.

Sending such a formidable figure to eliminate Braydon left no doubt—they sought his complete annihilation.

Yet, Gideon dissented, unwilling to endorse such drastic measures.

“Coming from the Spirit Sea, what business have you meddling in external affairs?” queried the ninth imperial lord, his expression somber.

“You have no say in what I do,” Gideon retorted, standing tall with hands clasped behind his back.

In the span of just a year, the 16th ruin erupted with unprecedented power.

The very essence of the ruins coalesced behind Gideon, unleashing a terrifying divine pressure that swept across the land.

Gideon hovered in the air, exuding an aura that surpassed the heavens—a true great divine.

A divine achieving great success would ascend to become a great divine.

Within Gideon’s body, the divine pill, the size of an adult’s fist and adorned with silver patterns, signified his near-perfect attainment.

He had reached the pinnacle of the divine path, the zenith of martial prowess.

“Ninth level great divine realm! Who are you?” gasped the ninth imperial lord in horror.

“Silence!”

Gideon’s rebuke was swift, his gaze piercing.

A wave of pressure engulfed the old imperial lord, forcing him to his knees, his bones creaking under the strain.

Though both were divines, the gap between them was insurmountable.

Berko, witnessing the scene, was stunned.

Despite his uncle’s presence as a divine, nothing could be done.

Braydon was under the protection of Gideon, the great divine.

Uninterested in anything else, Gideon focused solely on the two banished immortals, his gaze unwavering.

With a decisive gesture, he subdued the ninth imperial lord and departed for the Donta Imperial Dynasty.

It was evident he intended to retaliate against their transgression of sending a divine to eliminate Braydon.

“Should you find the opportunity, visit the Ancestral Land—it holds the key to rapid strength enhancement.”

Gideon’s words hinted at his own origins, hailing from the Ancestral Land nestled within the Spirit Sea.

His origins had become unmistakably clear.

Braydon’s brow furrowed slightly.

He hadn’t anticipated someone lurking by his side all these years.

What was Gideon’s agenda?

Emerging from the Ancestral Land, Gideon had been covertly safeguarding Braydon until he could achieve great success.

Such prominent protection surely concealed ulterior motives.

What did Gideon seek?

Braydon sensed numerous eyes covertly observing him.

In this moment, his gaze turned icy, brimming with murderous intent as he fixed his gaze upon quasi-divine Berko, the three royal lords, and the hundred emperors.

“Annihilate them!”

His command rang out, signaling that the conflict between Braydon and his adversaries was far from over.

Berko’s slaying of Kayla Foust demanded retribution—today, he would pay with his life.

In an instant, the two banished immortals launched their assault.

The martial arts banished immortal demonstrated mastery over 30,000 techniques, seamlessly executing lethal maneuvers.

Having already mastered two forms of ultimate power, his prowess was unmatched.