The Strongest War God

Chapter 2035: Three Heroes Helping Chapter 2035: Three Heroes Helping Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation It shattered into thousands of pieces, blood splattering everywhere.

The Heavenly Spirit Sect’s sect leader, shocked, turned to flee, his blood and body scattered.

At this point.

As long as the soul remained intact, a single drop of blood could bring revival.

Scipio was determined to kill them all.

“Scipio, don’t chase after a cornered enemy.

Let’s go!” Elder Juntenen shouted.

“Leave?

To where?

If news leaks, those people will come for us like mad dogs.

The battlefield won’t be in front of our Lotus Feather Pavilion.” If that happened, the Lotus Feather Pavilion’s gate would be flattened.

Who knew how many disciples would lose their lives for nothing.

A hint of madness sparked in Scipio Langdon’s eyes.  He muttered, “Come, all of you.

Let this place become a battlefield.

One battle to decide the world.

It will build Lotus Feather Pavilion’s reputation and lay the foundation for its rise.” As they spoke.

Powerful auras approached from afar.

Almost every major force in this world had arrived.

Level nine existences stepped into the void.

Their eyes were cold, filled with killing intent.

Level eleven legacy.

Who didn’t want it?

Scipio laughed aloud.

“Enemies of the whole world!

How satisfying!” “Guys, are you afraid?” “I’m not afraid!” All Lotus Feather Pavilion disciples shouted in unison.

Scipio laughed wildly.

“Bullsh*t!

I’m already afraid of so many ninth level experts hunting us, let alone you.

Fear is instinctive, but remember—there are no cowards in the Lotus Feather Pavilion who surrender without a fight!” “We, the Lotus Feather Pavilion, stand by one principle.

My fellow disciples are my comrades, my comrades are my hands and feet.

What should I do to those who harm my hands and feet?” “Fight!” “Fight to the death!” “I will die without regrets!” … Loud roars echoed across the world.

The disciples of the Lotus Feather Pavilion, ready to die, felt their blood surge.

“It’s been so many years.

The spirit of the Lotus Feather Pavilion has returned,” Braydon Neal murmured softly.

This was the true Lotus Feather Pavilion!

Just like the people Braydon had met in the past.

Among cultivators driven by desires, this kind of loyalty was rarer than the elusive tenth level path.

Scipio drew his weapon.

A level nine spear.

Black as a dragon, its cold gleam sent chills through those who saw it.

“Fight!” Scipio roared.

All Lotus Feather Pavilion disciples followed close behind.

It was time for battle!

The five pavilion masters struck together.

Elder Juntenen stayed calm.

In a flash, he was beside Braydon and spoke softly, “All Lotus Feather Pavilion disciples will protect you with their lives.

What will you do?” “The old grudges of past lives are forgotten.

Today, we are fellow disciples; we should wear the same clothes!” Braydon exhaled deeply, lifted his head, and shouted, “Pavilion Master, we stand together in times of difficulty!” “Good!” Scipio’s eyes brightened, and he laughed, “Haha.

From now on, he’ll be the ancestor of my Lotus Feather Pavilion.” A great battle erupted.

There were countless level nine existences in the world.

And many more powerful beings were coming.

All for the level eleven legacy.

Blood splattered across the sky.

“Alright,” Elder Juntenen nodded slightly after hearing Braydon’s words.

“It’s time these old bones moved.” “Are you risking your life?” Braydon looked at him, shaking his head.

“There’s no need for this.

When the pavilion master breaks through, he can take us away.” “They won’t let him break through easily.” Elder Juntenen stepped forward, his aura condensed to its peak.  A terrifying pressure swept across the world for a million miles.

Level ten aura!

It shocked all the level nine experts instantly.

Since when had Lotus Feather Pavilion reached the tenth level?

“It’s him—the former Sect Master of the Path Sect!” an ancient level nine exclaimed in shock and anger.

“What?” “Weren’t the rumors that he died long ago?” “Why is he still alive!” “Damn it, he’s alive.

How could he watch Path Sect torn apart?” Countless level nine experts were terrified.

A tenth-level existence was unstoppable.

But an old man calmed them, saying, “This old man is injured.

He can’t wield the full power of a level ten transcendent.

Let’s attack; we can kill him!” The chaos intensified.

Level-nines even took the chance to target Braydon and his companions.

“Courting death, are they?” Rusty Neal’s face darkened.

These were the ones who’d destroyed Lennon Jury’s body.

Rusty held a grudge.

A black sword flew from Rusty’s tiny form.

Heart-killing Sword!

He had refined the Heart-killing Sword.

Braydon hadn’t sensed it earlier.

But it made sense.  Rusty had absorbed all the negative energy from Lennon’s body, including the killing intent from the Heart-killing Sword.  Cruel by nature, he had refined it.

The small black blade grew larger in the wind.

“Kill, kill, kill!” Bruiser roared, wielding the Heart-killing Sword to slash in all directions.

The terrifying sword aura surpassed the tenth-level pressure of Elder Juntenen.

Several level nine experts were cleaved in half, the transcendence path within them severed.

This fierce aura shocked many.

“The Heart-killing Sword?” Elder Juntenen looked back, shock in his eyes.  Indeed, it was the Heart-killing Sword.

Rusty controlled the blade, his small voice echoing.

“Alright!” Braydon told Rusty to calm down and defend this place.

Scipio had been swallowed by the level-nines surrounding him.  But his aura surged to its peak.  With a thunderous roar, he declared, “Fedele Licata, Berton Mahaffey, Daviel Toepfer, you owe me.

Time to pay it back, yes?” “You sure know when to call in favors.” A man with a curly beard, Daviel Toepfer, appeared with a sword.

The young Berton Mahaffey also appeared, donned in armor, feathered helmet, and battle boots.

“I owe you.

Of course, I’ll repay it!” “A favor returned to a battlefield of corpses?” Fedele Licata appeared.

They were all renowned experts.

Which level nine in the universe was closest to breaking into the tenth level?

Without question, it was them.

Scipio would be in the top three.

Fedele had once been the undisputed top.

Now, Scipio led the way.

And Berton and Daviel could rank in the top ten.

They represented the peak of level nine power.

“I’ll rely on you four to guard me!” Scipio laughed wildly.

“Good!” Daviel agreed instantly.

They knew Scipio was on the verge of a breakthrough.

Beyond level nine.

To the tenth level?

Scipio was trapped within the swarm.

With Fedele joining, Berton launched his assault.  Daviel’s battle spirit flared, tearing a vacuum path through the crowd.

Scipio stood shielded in the center.

Though disheveled, his eyes were sharper than ever, his aura near breaking through an invisible restraint.

Now, he was on the verge of release.

“Hah!” Scipio gathered his power, striving to break through his limits.

The first attempt failed!