The Strongest War God

Chapter 1971: Closing the Deal Chapter 1971: Closing the Deal Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation That was a level ten weapon.

He slashed out with his sword.

The blade descended, slicing off the metal man’s head.

The level ten weapon carried a vicious killing intent, radiating a sharp edge.  With destructive force, it obliterated everything within the metal man’s body.  Even if it could recover, this was the end.

“Puff!” Braydon Neal spat out a mouthful of blood, which splattered on the ground, leaving a deep mark.

The blood carried a terrifying sense of transcendence.

On the back of his hand, the seven-leaf grass frantically absorbed the transcendence power surging into his body.

If he didn’t act quickly, Braydon would die!

The transcendence power that had entered his body was instantly siphoned away by the seven-leaf grass.

Even so, Braydon remained gravely injured.

He sat cross-legged and circulated his cultivation technique to heal.

Outside the palace door, a sandstorm swept across the ground, and the faint sound of corpses hitting the door could be heard.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The sound was terrifying.

They were all dead bodies.

At first, Braydon ignored it and kept his eyes closed, focusing on healing.

The next moment, the door cracked open slightly.

A cold wind surged in.

Braydon shivered, opening his eyes.  He glanced at the door with a shocked expression.

A large black hand slowly appeared through the crack.

The door creaked open slightly.

The hair on the black hand was nine inches long and fluffy.  It grasped the door, attempting to push it open.

Just then… “Get lost!” A thunderous voice boomed.

It was like the wrath of the heavens, descending from the seventh level.

The black-furred hand hesitated for a moment before slowly retracting and closing the door.

Braydon let out a sigh of relief.  How could he not realize that a transcendent body had gained sentience?

Even more frightening was that this spiritually aware being dared to break into the northern hall.

The previous owner of this hall was a level ten existence, a significant figure in the Heavenly Court, second only to Gadin Jennings.

The fact that this sentient transcendent dared to intrude here meant its status in life was far from ordinary.

What surprised Braydon even more… From the moment he stepped into the palace, something felt off.  That level ten transcendent might not be completely dead.

If that were true, it spelled trouble for Braydon!

He raised his head and looked at the staircase, then stepped forward.

The moment his foot touched the stairs, a white light descended.

He transformed into a green-robed man, his figure like an undissipated strand of obsession.

Yet Braydon could tell, this wasn’t an obsession.

It was a remnant soul!

An indestructible remnant soul, guarding this place.

“Are you the northern hall’s master?” Braydon asked.

“My name is Hamish Moore,” the green-robed remnant soul replied gently.

There was no doubt about his identity.

He was the northern hall master.

On his journey here, Braydon had browsed through many jade slips, which contained detailed records about the four palace masters.

Bartholomew Lacroix in the southern hall, Hamish in the northern hall, Cassandra Gabler in the eastern hall, and Jaylin Xiques in the western hall.

Four palace masters—two men, two women.

All were level ten beings.

“The black-furred monster earlier, was it a psychic monster?” Braydon asked as he ascended the stairs.

“Before they died, they were consumed by hatred.

After cultivating for countless years, they realized it was all for naught.

How could they accept that?” The green-robed figure shook his head gently.

Filled with hatred at death, the corpse retained a lingering aura.  Over time, it gained consciousness and became a killing monster.

But this one was a little different.

Braydon wasn’t sure how many others had developed consciousness.

“Come in.” The green-robed figure led Braydon to the seventh floor.

The green-robed man, gazing at the starry sky with his hands behind his back, emitted a terrifying pressure.

This was Hamish, the former leader of the northern hall.

A level ten being!

Braydon glanced around and found the place eerily clean.

Aside from Hamish, there were no other corpses.

Braydon had learned from the jade slip that Hamish was the wealthiest figure in the Heavenly Court.

He managed the basic operations of the entire Heavenly Court.

In the power structure of the Heavenly Court, Gadin was the leader, followed by the four palace masters.  Beneath them were heavenly generals, all high-level transcendents—more than 19,000 of them, with 1,008 at level nine.

The sheer power of it all was terrifying.

All of the Heavenly Court’s divisions required Hamish’s approval to allocate resources.

He controlled the outer treasury of the Heavenly Court!

The resource vault was divided into internal and external.

The palace treasury was under the direct control of Gadin.

Hamish oversaw the outer treasury, distributing resources every hundred years to those who contributed to the Heavenly Court.

He was the Heavenly Court’s God of Wealth.

Braydon, neither humble nor arrogant, spoke softly, “Everyone in the Heavenly Court has lost their souls.

Only you have a wisp of soul left.

So why are you guarding this place?” At this point… As long as a wisp of soul remained, resurrection was possible.

A single drop of blood could reunite the body, slowly recovering over time.

Hamish’s remnant soul shook his head.

“This wisp of soul isn’t enough to reassemble my body.” “Huh?” Braydon studied Hamish’s body.

The round bloody hole between his eyebrows pierced through his head—a gruesome sight.

But within, Braydon noticed something odd.

A tiny black sword, the size of a toothpick, lodged inside, suppressing the corpse.

This black sword had killed Hamish and continued to hold his body down.

This kind of killing weapon had crippled the corpse.

Furthermore, it indirectly suppressed Hamish’s remnant soul, rendering it powerless.

If anyone touched this small black sword… It would unleash its sword intent.

A trace of that power could obliterate Hamish.

Braydon sent a sliver of his spiritual energy into it.

His face instantly paled, blood seeping from the corner of his lips.

“What terrifying sword intent!” This was, without a doubt, the most frightening sword intent Braydon had ever encountered.

The sword’s power could slice through the universe with a single strike.

Even after countless years, it still suppressed Hamish’s physical form.

Braydon couldn’t fathom how Hamish had protected a trace of his soul from destruction.

Though weakened, the remnant soul still clung to life.

It fared much better than the hundreds of thousands of transcendent corpses.

“You are the first cultivator to arrive at the northern hall since the destruction of the Heavenly Court,” Hamish’s remnant soul said softly.

“I can sense something special about you.” “Is it because you sensed my soul leaving my body?” Braydon smiled faintly.

“Exactly.” Hamish nodded.

“The soul aura left in your body is exceptionally strong—no weaker than I was at my peak.” That was an ancient soul!

In his first life, Braydon had also been a level ten transcendent.

How could he be weaker than Hamish?

“Tell me, what do you want me to do?” Braydon asked bluntly.

“Remove the small black sword from my body,” Hamish’s remnant soul replied just as directly.

Braydon chuckled.

“The sword intent contained in that sword is too much, even if I summon my ancient soul.

How can you be sure I can remove it?” “If we don’t try, how will we know?” Hamish’s remnant soul countered.

Braydon considered.

It wasn’t wrong.

He wanted to try.

But it might cost him his life.

The two had just met, and Braydon wasn’t some great saint willing to sacrifice himself for someone else.