The Strongest War God

Chapter 2025: Traveling Together Chapter 2025: Traveling Together Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation “The pressure that senior gave us back then was overwhelming,” Kreig Jordahl’s body said with a bitter smile.

Thinking of this, Kreig shook his head.

Hiding in the shadows had never been easy.

Braydon Neal stayed silent.

He certainly wouldn’t speak ill of the one who taught him the way of the sword just to please Kreig, would he?

“This journey is a farewell.” Kreig cupped his hands slightly.

“You want to seal this place forever?” Braydon was taken aback.

“Only then will the world believe Kreig has truly fallen.” Kreig’s body glanced at his true form.

Braydon didn’t offer an opinion on this.

The two walked on together, leaving that place behind.

Fortunately, not many had discovered it.

“I am a direct disciple of the Dlael Spiritual Sect!

How dare you small fry covet my sect’s tenth level legacy?” Braydon proclaimed as he stepped outside.

His words rang out like thunder, echoing for miles around.

His voice held the weight of the heavens.

Countless people heard it.

Behind him, the Dlael Spiritual Sect disciples trapped in the cave’s small world looked stricken, their faces turning ashen with rage.

The imposter who dared to pose as a disciple of the Dlael Spiritual Sect had shown himself once more!

They seethed with hatred.

If they weren’t trapped, they would have killed Braydon on the spot.

Immediately, countless cultivators rushed in, frenzied.

They all knew a level ten legacy lay hidden here.

Braydon, who brushed off the encounter and left, remained as calm as ever.

“Brother, what’s the purpose behind that?” Kreig asked in confusion.

“Ah…

I have a bit of a grudge against the Dlael Spiritual Sect.” Braydon wasn’t aiming for anything deep—just giving the Dlael Spiritual Sect a hard time.

“If that’s the case, I could easily use my body and kill those people.” “That would only advertise our connection.

If word spread that I gained your inheritance, countless high-ranking beings might start hunting me down.” Braydon had no desire to spend his life on the run.

He had no wish to be chased by a swarm of level nine existences.

The truth was, having Kreigh’s technique meant it could undoubtedly help a level nine advance to level ten.

Such a method… It was invaluable to a level nine.

“So where to next?” Kreig asked, considering.

“Though the saint region was destroyed, plenty of good things remain.” Braydon hinted with a hidden meaning.

Most significant was the legacy of the saint region’s creator.

Kreig read Braydon’s intent and said nothing.

The former saint region had fallen.

If anything remained, it would naturally belong to the saint region’s descendants.

This, too, was a good thing.

As they spoke, another figure appeared beside Braydon.

It was Icarus Jacome.

This guy had been hiding in Braydon’s small world since he arrived.

Now, Braydon had let him out for some air.

Icarus looked at Kreig and couldn’t help but stare.

“I’m Kreig Jordahl.

I met Brother Braydon inside,” Kreig said warmly, with no airs.

Re-cultivating had made him calm and composed.

The old Kreig was gone.

As years passed, he had let go.

Letting go was also a state of mind.

Icarus didn’t suspect a thing.

He leaned in to Braydon and whispered, “You gained quite a bit this time, didn’t you?” “Yeah,” Braydon chuckled, knowing exactly what Icarus was getting at.

After all, he was only a level three transcendent.

His ambitions were modest.

He certainly didn’t dare dream of claiming Kreig’s inheritance.