The Strongest War God

Chapter 2031: This is My Son Chapter 2031: This is My Son Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation In the sky, the closer they got to the exit, the more high-level beings gathered, all flying around to keep watch.

Evil Lennon said angrily, “Those people have the Heaven-Reflecting Mirror.

It can see straight through to the soul, ignoring the physical body, so changing appearances won’t help.

There’s no escaping.” “Are you happy that you can’t escape?” Braydon Neal grabbed the back of his head and shook it slightly.  Who would have thought that the ruthless figure who once founded the third cosmos would look like this now?

“Looks like I’ll need to stir up some chaos if I want to leave,” Kreig Jordahl chuckled.

“What do you want to do?” Braydon asked, knowing this guy had plenty of tricks up his sleeve.

Lennon Jury definitely had many life-saving methods.

If they went all out, even tenth-level beings wouldn’t be able to stop this group.

Kreig chuckled, “They’ve surrounded us because they think we have Lord Lennon’s cultivation method.

So, why don’t we release that palace and draw them over?” “Don’t even think about it!” Evil Lennon protested, unwilling.

His corpse lay in the golden coffin.  If the hall opened, those guys would definitely turn his body to stew.

To other transcendent-level experts, even the hair of an eleventh-level existence was a treasure.

“If we don’t do this, we won’t be able to leave,” Icarus Jacome whispered.

“Don’t even think about it!” Evil Lennon screamed, refusing to sacrifice his body.

But no matter how he shouted, his objections were futile.

“Let’s go with this plan,” Braydon said, looking at Saint Lennon with a grin.

“Alright,” Saint Lennon replied obediently, aware of his situation.

Already a slave, he had no other choice.

They had to follow Braydon’s orders.

His life was in Braydon’s hands, and he didn’t dare to resist.

Braydon looked at him.

“The name Lennon doesn’t suit you anymore.

How about a new one?” “You don’t change your name; you don’t change your surname.” “Master will decide everything.” Evil Lennon and Saint Lennon responded with completely different attitudes.

“From now on, you’ll be called Everett Neal.

How’s that?” Braydon said thoughtfully.

“Huh…” Saint Lennon was dumbfounded.

What kind of name was that?

Everett Neal?

Just because your surname is Neal, I have to be called Everett?

The name meant “brave as a wild boar”.

Was he a boar?

When Braydon spoke again, Evil Lennon shouted, “Neal, I don’t need you naming me.” “You’ll be called Rusty Neal from now on.” Braydon’s words left no room for refusal.

Like a one-year-old child, Rusty shouted angrily, looking somewhat cute with his fierce expression, though it didn’t help at all.

The names were set, unchangeable.

The twins had new names now—and quite inelegant ones.

Meanwhile, a massive storm erupted in the core of the saint region.

The core palace had opened!

This meant the inheritance of an eleventh-level figure was about to emerge.

In an instant, the transcendent-level experts guarding the entrance went wild, rushing toward the core area, completely ignoring Braydon and the others.  They initially suspected Braydon’s group had obtained that great figure’s inheritance and escaped.

Now, with the inheritance appearing, who cared about Braydon and the others?

The eleventh-level inheritance was everything!

As they spoke, everyone quickly backed away.

But others remained at the entrance.

Eight sixth-level transcendent-level guarded it, wielding the Heaven-Reflecting Mirror.

It seemed some still had no intention of letting Braydon’s group escape.

Faced with this situation, Braydon could only force his way through.

This was his only chance.

Once those high-level beings turned the core hall upside down and found nothing, they’d definitely surround Braydon’s group again.

“Attack!” Braydon’s eyes turned cold as he gave the order.

“Against a sixth-level existence, it’ll be tough to deal with,” Kreig said, frowning slightly.

Though he, Everett, and Rusty had life-saving methods and weren’t afraid of tenth-level beings if necessary, it seemed wasteful to use such measures here.

Among them, none were intermediate transcendent.  They were mostly low-level.

Braydon’s cultivation was only at the immortal great celestial realm, not even at the peak of the immortal path.

Rusty, looking displeased, rubbed his dark feet and muttered, “I have a way to get rid of these ants, but there are conditions.” “After this is done, change my name!” Rusty was determined to change his name.

“Fine.” Braydon agreed.

“Let’s go!” Rusty led the charge toward the exit.

Everett beside him commented softly, “He has absorbed a lot of Yin energy, giving him a fierce killing intent and many negative emotions.

Even high-level transcendent beings could fall for his charm.” The two Nascent Souls inherited Lennon’s physical strength.

Outwardly, they seemed like first-level transcendent beings.

But they held terrifying power within.

If they fully refined it, reaching the top tenth rank would be no issue.

For now, they were too weak, so this power could only be refined gradually as they matured.

There was no rush.

The one-year-old Rusty walked to the exit.

One of the sixth-grade, white-robed transcendents frowned and called out, “Whose child is this?

Shouldn’t you take care of him?” “He’s my son,” Braydon replied, smiling slightly.

Rusty gritted his teeth, wishing he could devour Braydon whole.

Braydon sensed Rusty’s killing intent, catching echoes of curses in his mind.

The white-robed transcendent frowned.

“Little one, stay close to your father.

This place is dangerous.

One wrong move, and you could die.” “Screw you!” Rusty attacked immediately.

A black aura burst from his small body, rushing into the sixth-grade transcendent’s mouth and nose.

The evil energy seized the white-robed man’s mind, and his eyes turned blood-red, filled with murderous intent, as if he’d gone mad.

“Kill everyone here,” Rusty’s childlike voice commanded.

The white-robed man’s eyes turned blank, and he went berserk, launching a frenzied assault on his companions.  He roared like a wild beast, a lonely predator, screaming with rage.

A brutal sixth-level battle erupted, catching many off guard.

Braydon dashed forward, seizing the two little ones.  Holding Rusty in his left hand and Everett in his right, he pushed toward the exit.

Icarus and Kreig followed swiftly.

One of the sixth-level existences aimed a mirror at Braydon’s soul—only to find it reflecting nothing.

“Where’s his soul?” Where was Braydon’s soul?

Of course, it was hidden in the Nine Illusion Sea.

Icarus’s soul, however, was reflected.

“Stop them!” the leading sixth-level existence roared.

“Don’t let them get away!

These are the ones the lords ordered us to stop!” Hearing this, the others were both shocked and furious.

They knew if Braydon’s group slipped past, the lords’ wrath would fall on them.