The Strongest War God

Chapter 2002: Nine Revolutions Spiritual Stove Chapter 2002: Nine Revolutions Spiritual Stove Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation In an instant, more than half of the hundred transcendents had died.

Braydon Neal blended in, his speed pushed to the limit.  However, three figures suddenly appeared in his path.  Dressed in white robes and holding weapons, they calmly blocked Braydon’s escape.  Behind them, a purple-robed, demonic youth emerged, clearly not human, with vertical pupils marking his gaze.

“Second Senior Brother,” the three Dlael Spiritual Sect disciples bowed.

“Junior Brother Jacome, come out.” The devilish youth eyed the black token on Braydon’s body and smiled.

“I already know all of your plans.

Come out and let’s talk.

Perhaps I can give you a way out.” “Damn it!” Icarus Jacome appeared with a dark expression.

“How did you know about my plan?” “The old servant beside you wants to live,” replied the devilish youth lightly.

He glanced at Braydon, disdainful.

“These useless people are the helpers you found?

Give up.

Hand over the Nine Revolutions Spiritual Stove, and I won’t kill you.” As he spoke, white-robed disciples closed in, surrounding them.  More than ten of them, all inner sect disciples of the Dlael Spiritual Sect, with cultivations ranging from level two to level three.  Even Braydon would find it difficult to break free.

“How can I survive if I give you the Nine Revolutions Spiritual Stove?” Icarus asked, his expression darkening.

“I swear I won’t kill you.

To me, you’re nothing but trash.

Killing you or not is meaningless—the Nine Revolutions Spiritual Stove is what matters.” “You’re not even a fraction of what the Nine Revolutions Spiritual Stove is worth,” the devilish youth said calmly.

“The Nine Revolutions Spiritual Stove can automatically refine medicinal herbs into pills, right?” Braydon, unperturbed, was curious.  Such a rare item was rumored to be crafted by a major artifact refiner in ancient times, and after generations, few remained.

Icarus’s voice was low.

“This Nine Revolutions Spiritual Stove is incomplete and badly damaged.

It can only convert and refine pills below level four.” Braydon understood why high-level cultivators wouldn’t care about it—a damaged relic only useful for refining low-level pills.  Nonetheless, for low-level transcendents, it was a rare treasure.

“Are you confident we can fight our way out?” Icarus asked.

“It’ll be difficult,” Braydon replied, eyeing the seventeen people before him.

The devilish youth was already at level four; six white-robed disciples at level three; and the rest at level two.  If Braydon risked his life, these people couldn’t stop him.

But risking it all for Icarus?

Unlikely.

A bottle of level three transcendence pills, two million gray stones—that wasn’t enough to make Braydon gamble his life.  Besides, he wasn’t close to Icarus.

Icarus knew he would not survive if captured, and that the Nine Revolutions Spiritual Stove would be lost.  Gritting his teeth, he offered, “You came for the Nine Revolutions Spiritual Stove.

I’ll give it to you if you take me out.” “I didn’t know you had this thing,” Braydon replied softly.

Then, in Icarus’s hand appeared a palm-sized silver incense burner with nine holes.  A black scratch marred its surface, disrupting the intricate runes—an unmistakable Nine Revolutions Spiritual Stove, damaged but coveted.

“Attack!” With a soft shout, the ten transcendents attacked, weapons imbued with eon artifacts’ powers.  The air filled with deadly killing intent, and each strike could seriously injure Braydon.  And he had to escape while bringing along a crippled companion.

Without him, escaping wouldn’t be difficult.  Yet, as Braydon glanced at Icarus’s desperate face, he hesitated.  The Nine Revolutions Spiritual Stove was his only bargaining chip for survival.  If the little fool were here, he’d likely snatch the stove and leave the cripple behind.

But Braydon couldn’t abandon him.

In an instant, Braydon acted.

The nine supremes stood with their swords in the air.

“Return!” Braydon shouted, and the nine supremes merged, amplifying his aura ninefold.

The devilish youth’s eyes lit up.

“What a brilliant technique.

Capture him and force him to reveal it.” But Braydon had no intention of being captured.  With the power of the nine supremes, his aura surged as he summoned his strongest attack.

A black sword swept down, and even level three transcendents struggled to defend.  Though the eon artifact armor shielded them from death, those at level two suffered severe injuries as their armor shattered, and they perished instantly.

In seconds, ten level-two transcendents had fallen, leaving only the six level-three disciples and the devilish level-four youth.

No one expected Braydon to be so ruthless, with no thought of retreat.

“Kill him!” the devilish youth roared, furious.  If he failed to kill Braydon, he’d face consequences with the Dlael Spiritual Sect.

The battle resumed.  Braydon cast a forbidden technique—Eight Gates Seal, a power that could only seal transcendents.  An ancient bronze gate emerged from his body.  By forcefully raising his realm, Braydon stowed Icarus and unleashed a powerful attack.

The two level-three transcendents were caught off guard, injured, and forced to retreat.

“A bunch of trash!” the devilish youth sneered, launching an attack with a level four eon artifact spear, piercing the air with terrifying power.

Braydon knew he couldn’t take it head-on.  He poured all his strength into a side strike, using his small sword to deflect the spear’s light.

Swoosh!

The spear’s energy sliced through Braydon, severing his right arm, sending blood splattering across the sky.

In all his years, Braydon hadn’t suffered such serious injuries.  But a three-leaf grass on his left palm released a flash of sword Qi, piercing the devilish youth’s chest and severing his life force.

He died instantly, his path of transcendence cut off.

The six remaining level-three transcendents stood, stunned.