The Strongest War God-Chapter 959 - : Can I Borrow It?

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Chapter 959: Can I Borrow It?

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

What Braydon Neal wanted to do was unprecedented.

If he really succeeded.

Braydon might really become the first Heaven-Suppressing King since ancient times.

At that time, he would definitely become the world’s strongest person.

Dexter Jansky fell silent.

He was a sovereign pinnacle, and he was terrifyingly powerful. Yet, he was unable to give Braydon any advice at this moment.

Because there was no precedent to draw on.

This was a heaven-suppressing path that his predecessors had never walked before.

Braydon closed his eyes and sat on the throne to rest.

“The patriarch’s bearing is inferior to that of a supreme pinnacle!” Dexter said faintly.

Dexter sighed softly. He could already see that Braydon was destined to be alone on this path, without anyone to accompany him.

If one were to embark on this path, all the martial artists in the world would be his enemies!

How could the hundred countries in the world allow others to steal the fate of their own countries?

Moreover, Braydon wanted to be above the hundred countries and become the Heaven-Suppressing King.

Relying on his own strength, he could dominate a hundred countries!

One could imagine that all the geniuses of the hundred countries would block his way and kill Braydon. They would never let him succeed.

The current golden age was a time of great conflict.

Some things must be fought over!

Braydon sat alone on the throne, resting with his eyes closed. The pinnacle martial artists of the Jansky family came back one after another and stood silently behind Braydon.

All the pinnacle martial artists of Song had been eliminated!

At the same time, because of this, Banko and Marshland were extremely terrified.

The news that Braydon had led more than a hundred upper rank pinnacle martial artists to Song could not be hidden.

This terrifying power was enough to wipe out the three countries.

Even if the three families joined forces, they would not be able to defeat Braydon!

As the stars hung in the night sky, there was finally a big commotion on the Junko Island.

In the primeval forest of Junko Island, a stone altar that was 100 meters tall was built. On the 9,999 steps leading to the altar, a noble youth appeared.

He was Song Woo Hoon, the Crown Prince of Song.

The son of Song!

He was also going to be conferred the title of the Garrison King of Song.

Woo Hoon stepped on the stone steps, heading to the highest point of the altar. His expression was solemn, and he did not look back.

He knew that if he did not carry the fate of the country with him tonight, if his strength could not increase to the point where he could match Braydon, he would definitely die.

Braydon let him live for one more day.

This was Woo Hoon’s last chance.

When Woo Hoon stepped onto the altar, a faint breeze blew.

The wind gradually rose.

The trees wanted to rest, but the wind did not stop.

Woo Hoon opened his arms and closed his eyes, facing the sky. “Tonight, with the body of the Crown Prince of Song and the Dragon Python Seal as a guide, I sincerely request for the fate of the nation. I want to carry it with my body and carry the hope of the people of Song!

“Where is the fate of the country?”

Woo Hoon opened his eyes and roared like thunder.

He was facing a shocking pressure.

There was a powerful enemy outside, King Braydon, and a vast national fate inside. If he couldn’t bear the fate of the country, he, Woo Hoon, wouldn’t be satisfied even if he died!

In the pitch-black night, the wind gradually calmed down.

The world was terrifyingly silent.

An invisible fluctuation descended from the nine heavens, carrying the might of heaven.

This was the omen of the arrival of the country’s fate.

The arrival of a country’s fate was no child’s play.

Woo Hoon stood at the top of the altar, his face extremely pale. He could vaguely feel a huge force above his head.

The might of the country was vast and mighty. If a mortal wanted to carry it, it was undoubtedly like an ant trying to shake the might of the heavens.

There were more than a billion people in Hansworth, but Martial Emperor Yanagi and Dominic Lowe had been searching for nearly a hundred years!

A hundred years to nurture a Northern King.

The hundred countries outside the borders, like Song, intended to nurture their own children of national fate in just half a year to compete with Braydon.

It was undoubtedly wishful thinking!

The invisible fate of Song slowly descended.

Woo Hoon’s tall body slowly bent down.

His spine was already bent, and the invisible national fate hung in the sky, still a hundred meters high.

Woo Hoon had reached his limit.

If that was the case, he would definitely die tonight.

Woo Hoon was unwilling to lose. He raised his head and roared. His eyes were red, and his blood surged.

An existence with a vitality of 7,100 Na!

The strongest genius of Song.

“I can’t accept this!” he roared indignantly.

The vitality in his body turned into a giant palm with his palm facing the sky.

Whoosh!

The might of a country was the might of heaven.

The mighty heavenly might instantly defeated the vitality palm and caused it to dissipate.

Woo Hoon knelt on the ground with both hands on the ground. His head was lowered, and his eyes were filled with despair.

The power of the national fate was too strong.

He simply couldn’t bear it with his body.

When the fate of the country fell, it would be his death!

At this moment.

A white-robed youth who was resting on a crimson throne suddenly opened his eyes and stood up.

In a flash, he arrived on the hundred-meter altar.

Woo Hoon immediately sensed Braydon’s aura. “What are you doing?” he asked angrily.

“I want this national fate!”

Braydon stepped onto the altar and sent Woo Hoon flying with a palm strike.

He was trying to take the national fate by force.

That seemed to be the case!

Woo Hoon’s body rolled down the stone steps, looking extremely miserable.

“I’ll kill you with one punch!” The little fool walked over and said seriously.

“What are you doing?”

Woo Hoon stood up in shock and anger, his eyes fixed on Braydon on the altar.

At this moment, Woo Hoon was truly shocked and furious.

He had never expected that Braydon would suddenly make a move when he was carrying the fate of the country.

Braydon wanted to encroach on the fate of Song!

How could this be!

Thinking of this, Woo Hoon’s eyes turned red. He could vaguely smell a shocking conspiracy.

Braydon had descended upon Song, claiming to avenge the heroic souls of the Western Army who had died in battle and to kill the son of the nation’s fate of an enemy country.

It was all fake.

This was not Braydon’s most important goal.

Ever since the Spirit Awakening Ceremony at the Lenver Pond, Braydon had been in seclusion for half a year. He heard that the hundred countries outside the borders were nurturing the son of national fate.

From that moment on, Braydon had something to do.

That was to walk the heaven-suppressing path.

If he wanted to suppress all the countries, he must be able to dominate the world.

This path had already begun in Braydon.

Once it started, there was no turning back.

Under the gazes of Woo Hoon and the others.

“Patriarch is about to begin!” Dexter said softly.

“Can the young family leader really succeed in plundering the fate of another country?” Fenton Jansky’s eyes were filled with worry.

Dexter fell silent.

This was because even he, a sovereign pinnacle, didn’t know!

On the stone altar, Braydon stood with his hands behind his back, releasing a force that soared into the sky. He actually held the fate of Song firmly, as if there was no pressure at all.

“What?!” Woo Hoon was shocked. He asked in disbelief.

Crack!

At this moment, dark clouds covered the dark sky.

Lightning gathered.

The fate of Song must be carried by the people of Song.

Who was Braydon?

He is the Royal Highness of Hansworth, and he was carrying the ten layers of national fate of Hansworth. Tonight, he intended to carry the national fate of Song.

This was clearly a taboo!

Lightning flashed in the dark sky.

Only Braydon stood with his hands behind his back. He said calmly, “The vast world has nurtured a hundred countries. Tonight, with my body, I will inherit the fate of Song and carry the generosity of the world. I will open up a new path for the martial artists of this land!

“This is the heaven-suppressing path!

“I wonder if I can borrow the fate of Song tonight.”

Braydon’s calm voice was like a bronze bell, exuding supreme heavenly might.