The Strongest War God

Chapter 2033: Lotus Feather Pavilion’s Action Chapter 2033: Lotus Feather Pavilion’s Action Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation In fact, Bruiser was right.

Above the posthouse, 22 level nine beings gathered in the sky!  Among them were four peak level nine figures, comparable to path masters.  The leader of the Heavenly Spirit Sect was one of them, while the other three came from the Saint Pavilion, underscoring the Saint Pavilion’s overwhelming strength.

However, the Saint Pavilion wasn’t in a rush to act.  Both sides knew that once they attacked, the resulting fluctuations would inevitably draw other forces to the scene, making it hard for any one group to claim this opportunity.

The Pavilion Master of the Saint Pavilion, clad in a dignified white robe, announced, “The Heavenly Spirit Sect will aid us.

We’ll lead the capture of the villain, and once done, Lennon Jury’s weapon will go to the Heavenly Spirit Sect.” Lennon had left many items, yet it was his inheritance that held the most value.  But would the Saint Pavilion truly give it up?  When it came to it, even if the two factions ended up in conflict, an agreement on this matter would be hard to reach.

If the Heavenly Spirit Sect decided to seize Lennon’s inheritance, the Saint Pavilion would act decisively.  They’d annihilate everyone from the Heavenly Spirit Sect swiftly, then use powerful methods to relocate the posthouse, securing it within their respective small universes to digest its treasures in secret.

For the Heavenly Spirit Sect, there was no better option.  Agreeing to the Saint Pavilion’s terms brought its own rewards, while refusing could mean losing both life and fortune.

The Heavenly Spirit Sect’s Sect Leader spoke calmly, “Lennon was a level eleven expert, creating a great cosmos and a powerful organization like the saint region.

He must’ve left countless treasures.

Half of these external items should go to the Heavenly Spirit Sect.

As for the inheritance, it will belong solely to the Saint Pavilion.” “But…” The Sect Leader’s “but” cast a heavy silence over the air.

“Speak,” the Saint Pavilion Master commanded.

“However, if Lennon left a level ten inheritance, you must give it to the Heavenly Spirit Sect.” The Sect Leader’s subtle condition was critical.  If a level eleven legacy was out of reach, he’d fight for a level ten one.

He added, “If you agree, we’ll form an alliance today.

From this point on, our two factions will move forward and retreat together.” “Agreed,” the Saint Pavilion assented.  For them, external items were plentiful, but none compared to the level eleven inheritance.  With it, they would reach the eleventh level—and everything else they desired.

More importantly, they couldn’t delay.  Their departure from the saint region was already suspicious, and the secret of this place would soon be discovered.  Time was of the essence.

“Kill!” The Saint Pavilion Master cast a cold gaze at the posthouse, his eyes filled with icy resolve.

“Do it!” Swoosh!

Swoosh!

Swoosh!

The combined forces of 22 level nine, 98 level eight, and nearly 1,000 level seven transcendents spread out, sealing off the posthouse completely.  The Saint Pavilion Master activated the Heaven-Reflecting Mirror to its maximum, illuminating the skies and revealing every hidden cultivator in their original form.

But even this wasn’t enough.

Anyone not named Braydon Neal would not leave here alive.

Each cultivator’s world could carry hundreds of millions of beings.  And hidden within them could be even more individuals.  There was only one option: kill.

Until Braydon was found.

Swoosh!

The high-level forces descended, and the slaughter began.

Cultivators were slain one by one, dragged out from their worlds, which were tossed aside.  Sweeping his mind over everything, he executed anyone who wasn’t their target.  A brutal massacre swept across the posthouse.

In a small courtyard deep within, Braydon’s face darkened as he watched the scene unfold.  Countless lives in the posthouse were being lost because of him.  If he didn’t show himself, everyone here would die.

“See?” Rusty Neal scoffed.

“Even if you hide in the saint region, these people will slaughter everyone just for the level eleven inheritance.” “Three days at most,” Everett Neal added.

“This time, we’ll definitely be wiped out.” Kreig Jordahl spoke decisively, “Let’s fight our way out.

With the commotion here, it’s only a matter of time before top experts from other factions notice.” “Right,” he continued.

“The longer we wait, the more dangerous it becomes.” It was the best suggestion.

Braydon’s eyes glinted.

“Since they dare to strike first, I’ll strike harder,” he muttered.

“Release the people from Lotus Feather Pavilion!” “Not a problem,” Kreig agreed.  He closed his eyes, and many were spat out from the Omnidirectional Stone Array on the black hill in the saint region—members of the Dlael Spiritual Sect, White Lotus Sacred Cloud Sect, and Lotus Feather Pavilion.

“Get lost!” Kreig shouted, filled with killing intent.

Shocked, everyone scattered.

“Even without the inheritance, I still have a chance to reach the tenth level!” Scipio Langdon declared, unwilling to yield.

“Wait!” Elder Juntenen, hearing the news, looked shocked.

“This boy’s luck is terrifying.

Lennon, the former master of the saint region, favored him and chose him as his heir.” “Lennon’s inheritance?” he murmured.

“The eleventh level?” The five pavilion masters were stunned.

Lennon was an exalted figure, the creator of the third universe—a level eleven being.  His inheritance was the most valuable thing here.

“Yes,” Elder Juntenen confirmed.

“Braydon’s inheritance has attracted the attention of the Heavenly Spirit Sect and even the Saint Pavilion.

He’s trapped in a posthouse.” “Securing an eleventh-level inheritance isn’t easy,” Scipio observed gravely.

“The inheritance stirs hearts, even mine.

Tell Braydon he belongs to Lotus Feather Pavilion forever.

Any faction daring to touch him will face war with us.

Lotus Feather Pavilion will protect him for life!” “Also, remind Braydon,” he continued, “that since Lord Lennon chose him, he is the rightful inheritor.

After his rescue, whether he shares the inheritance with the sect or not is his decision alone.” The other four Pavilion Masters’ expressions remained unchanged.

“Elder Brother,” one of them hesitated, “about the level eleven inheritance…” “I know your thoughts,” Scipio replied.

“Even with Lord Lennon’s legacy, can you break through to the eleventh level?” The four shook their heads.

“An inheritance of this caliber is indeed potent,” Elder Juntenen mused.

“But reaching the peak of the one who left it behind takes immense compatibility.” “Lord Lennon chose Braydon, meaning he has the highest compatibility with the legacy.

He is the best suited to inherit it and will likely reach level eleven someday.” “And as for me,” Scipio added, “I’m on the verge of breaking through to the tenth level.

I’ll find a way to heal Elder Juntenen’s injuries.”