The Strongest War God

Chapter 2011: Too Mysterious Chapter 2011: Too Mysterious Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation After two days and one night of hard work, it would all go to waste, leaving him humiliated by the Dlael Spiritual Sect.

“Revenge for the elder!” Icarus Jacome shouted in grief and anger from within the crowd.

“The Dlael Spiritual Sect is so shameless—they even killed an elder to avenge themselves!” “Kill!” “Avenge the senior!” “What did he even do wrong?

The Dlael Spiritual Sect is so oppressive.

Even if I die today, I’ll drag a few of them down with me!” Voices filled with rage continued to erupt.

Grief and fury filled them all.

The crowd erupted out of control!

Even two level six and five level five transcendents joined the fight.

Five to six hundred lower-level transcendents threw their full strength into an assault on the Dlael Spiritual Sect disciples.

The battle had exploded into chaos!

The crowd’s anger had ignited.

Lying on the ground, Braydon Neal’s shattered body began to heal as the transcendence power within him dispelled.  The seven-leaf grass on the back of his hand swayed in the wind.  He opened his eyes and quietly slipped away.

Though injured, his wounds were not severe.

In a corner.

“The Dlael Spiritual Sect is in big trouble now!” Icarus smirked.

“This is only the beginning!” Braydon didn’t stop, transforming his appearance into that of a Dlael Spiritual Sect disciple and soaring skyward.  His body became that of the nine supremes.

Sword light filled the heavens and earth, piercing in all directions.

The nine supremes technique unleashed its full power.

The sword light blasted through the battlefield, striking even the high-level transcendents.

“How dare you kill disciples of my Dlael Spiritual Sect!

You’ll all pay with your lives!” Braydon roared, as if he’d lost his mind.

“I swear to protect the honor of the sect!” “You killed my fellow disciples—blood for blood!” … Braydon attacked wildly, his words righteous.

Everyone around was stunned.

Don’t you know the type of people your Dlael Spiritual Sect produces?

Why the outrage now, when just a few of your own have fallen?

For so long, the Dlael Spiritual Sect had killed others without remorse.

When Braydon attacked, others retaliated naturally.

In moments, chaos radiated from the core of the thirty-three-level tower, escalating into full battle.

The people who had come swarmed to attack the Dlael Spiritual Sect.

Even transcendents who had only just joined, unaware of the situation, threw themselves into the fight as they saw friends and family surrounding the Dlael disciples.

The chaotic battle spread throughout the area.

High-level expert battles erupted.

Signe Gaul, wearing white and holding a folding fan, charged Third Elder with murderous intent.

He said coldly, “Your Dlael Spiritual Sect has gone too far—you dare to harm my nephew!” “What?” The third elder was taken aback.

He knew that Signe’s sect was a major force.

Who was Signe’s nephew?

The son of the patriarch of the White Lotus Sacred Cloud Sect?

Killed by a Dlael disciple?

It seemed too unbelievable.

Would their people actually do that?

With tension mounting, the third elder’s scalp tingled as he watched the relentless assault on Dlael Spiritual Sect disciples.  The thousand disciples he’d brought made up a fifth of the sect’s young talent.

If they all died here— It would be catastrophic.

A severe loss for the sect.

So he quickly said, “Brother Signe, there must be misunderstandings.

Someone is stirring up trouble.

Allow me time to investigate your nephew’s case, and I’ll give you an explanation.” “What explanation?

I saw it myself—a Daluo disciple killed my nephew.

Today, I demand a thousand of your disciples be buried alongside him!” With that, Signe unleashed his full power!

In a clash among high-level transcendents, a low-level transcendent was courting death if they got caught up in the battle.

Signe had also invited his ally along this time.

Another level seven transcendent.

The three were equals.

Two against one.

The third elder wasn’t weak, but he was in shock, quickly asking for help.

Braydon took Icarus and fled toward the exit without hesitation.

Staying amid high-level cultivator clashes was a death sentence.

Escaping the battlefield was all that mattered.

As they neared the exit, they saw Dlael disciples blocking the way.  The fleeing transcendent experts joined forces, breaking through.

Everyone rushed out.

Braydon and Icarus fled a hundred miles away.

On a small mountain peak, Icarus laughed heartily.

“This is great!

Those jerks used to bully us disciples with no backing, just because their fathers are elders.

Now, they’re paying the price.” “This time, I wouldn’t be surprised if all thousand of Dlael’s disciples fall,” Braydon said with amusement.

“Maybe the third elder will be killed,” he added playfully.

“If an elder dies, the Dlael Spiritual Sect will hunt us at any cost.” Icarus grinned.

He wasn’t worried.

Only the two of them knew each other’s backgrounds.

Outsiders knew nothing.

So what if the Dlael Spiritual Sect wanted revenge?

They couldn’t trace it.

What could they gather from Loy Haber?

They’d only known him for fifteen minutes.

Even his name was fake.

No extra information.

No way to find out.

So, Dlael Spiritual Sect was left suffering a loss, with no one to target for revenge.

Braydon chuckled, gazing into the distance.

Boom!

The ground split as a pillar of light shot skyward, filling the area with transcendence energy over thousands of miles.

Many wondered—why had a high-level battle erupted on the outskirts?

High-level clashes typically only happened in the inner regions or core areas.

Outsiders might not know the reason, but Braydon did.

Signe’s nephew had been killed by Braydon.

Only the death of a relative of a high-level transcendent could spark such an escalation.

Out of a thousand Dlael disciples, only a few had managed to escape.

Most were slain below.

The third elder was even more helpless.

Besieged by two opponents of equal rank.

The danger was immense!

Fortunately, his plea for help had reached someone.

“Who dares touch members of my Dlael Spiritual Sect?” a middle-aged man in purple robes shouted.

“Grand Elder?” Icarus, watching from afar, was suddenly stunned.

“The person I killed was his son?” Braydon’s eyes brightened.

“Yes!” “He despises us now,” Icarus confirmed.

“Interesting.

Looks like Dlael Spiritual Sect and White Lotus Sacred Cloud Sect are about to clash.” Braydon’s eyes gleamed.

The worse it was for Dlael, the better for them.

After all, unless the Dlael Spiritual Sect was destroyed, Braydon and Icarus would have to stay hidden.  If Dlael captured them, their fate would be grim.

The grand elder descended, unleashing transcendent power at the eighth level, pressing Signe and his companion.

“Elder Signe,” he said coldly.

“Our sect and yours have long been at peace.

Why disrupt that now?” “A Dlael disciple killed my nephew.

The White Lotus Sacred Cloud Sect will avenge him!” Seeing this, Signe couldn’t kill the third elder, so he left with his ally.