The Strongest War God

Chapter 2039: The Person Who Sneaked In Chapter 2039: The Person Who Sneaked In Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Ten thousand banished immortals.

100,000 Dharma Idols, stepping into the peak.

“It’s time for the ten thousand banished immortals to be released,” Braydon Neal said softly as he walked out.

“What did you say?” Scipio Langdon turned around, confused.

“It’s fine,” Braydon chuckled.

The two of them led Rusty Neal into the bustling hall outside.

“Great Pavilion Master, we’re here!” an elder announced in a deep voice.

The Lotus Feather Pavilion had only one Great Pavilion Master—Scipio, leader of the five pavilion masters.

Everyone fell silent, their eyes fixed on the entrance.

With Elder Juntenen absent, Scipio was the only tenth level powerhouse present.

“Haha, sorry to keep you waiting!” Scipio laughed loudly.

“Congratulations, Pavilion Master Langdon, for reaching the tenth level,” the leaders of various factions said, smiling and bowing in respect.

“I could only reach the tenth level thanks to the most exceptional disciple in the history of my Lotus Feather Pavilion!” Scipio announced, then introduced Braydon without any formalities.

Swoosh!

Everyone’s gaze fell on Braydon.

This mysterious young man had already made waves in the saint region ruins, and legends of him had spread widely.

The sect master of the Jypco Saint Sect nodded to Braydon in a gesture of goodwill.

“To gain Pavilion Master Langdon’s favor—this young man’s future knows no limits!” “Naturally, the Pavilion Master role in my branch will be passed to Braydon.” The entire pavilion fell into stunned silence.

The Lotus Feather Pavilion members were shocked, as Scipio hadn’t discussed this decision with them beforehand.  This public announcement made it clear he wouldn’t tolerate dissent.

The leaders of the major factions exchanged glances, their interest piqued.

But Scipio didn’t elaborate further.

He said softly, “Braydon, as a young man, you’ll have plenty in common with your peers.

Go and mingle with the geniuses from the other families.” “Alright!” Braydon understood Scipio’s intentions.  He still didn’t want Braydon too involved with the elders, so the introduction ended there.

Braydon walked to the side of the hall where the young talents of various major forces gathered.

The outstanding disciples of the five main branches of the Lotus Feather Pavilion were there to accompany these geniuses.

“Junior Brother Braydon, over here!” A young man in a white robe said warmly.

Braydon looked over and recognized him immediately.

Cleofas Berardi, Scipio’s direct disciple, held a high position in this line and was a leader among the disciples.

Around him stood many disciples from other branches of the Lotus Feather Pavilion.

Despite being from the same Pavilion, over 90% of these disciples had never seen Braydon.

The reason was simple: ever since joining the pavilion, Braydon had lived in seclusion in the main hall, rarely seen by anyone, even elders.

Cleofas greeted him kindly.

“Junior Brother, let me introduce you.

This is Fitzroy Lack and Benecia Jelks.

Both are peak fifth levels.” “I’ve heard much about you, Junior Brother Braydon!” Fitzroy, came from the renowned Cold Palace.  Known for his proud, aloof nature, he now expressed goodwill toward Braydon.  The reason was clear: Scipio personally introduced Braydon as the future Pavilion Master.

It signaled that Braydon was the future leader of the Lotus Feather Pavilion, to be backed by Scipio and Elder Juntenen.

This was one reason—but there was a more significant one.

Rumor had it that Braydon had inherited the legacy of Lennon Jury, the owner of the saint region—a level eleven legacy!

With two tenth level powerhouses at the pavilion’s helm, no one could touch Braydon.  The future tenth level existence he was poised to become could only be guessed.

Facing such a potential powerhouse, who would dare offend him?

To offend Braydon would be to invite disaster, not just for oneself, but for one’s entire faction.

If the Cold Palace learned Fitzroy had crossed Braydon… Within three days, the Cold Palace would demote Fitzroy and groom a new saint son.

Through Cleofas’s introductions, Braydon soon met over a hundred young talents from influential families.  These individuals were destined to lead their forces in the future.

“I am Lenyx Helt of the Dlael Spiritual Sect,” a young man in a purple robe said, bowing with a smile.

“Hmm?” Braydon turned to him, and an awkward silence fell.

Rumors circulated about Braydon—before joining the Pavilion, he had been hunted by the Dlael Spiritual Sect.  He was best known for being attacked by both the Dlael Spiritual Sect and the White Lotus Sacred Cloud Sect, only to be saved by the five pavilion masters of Lotus Feather Pavilion.  That battle had propelled Scipio to the tenth level.

“Who invited the Dlael Spiritual Sect?” Cleofas asked coldly, his face darkening as cracks formed on his jade wine cup.

“Eldest senior brother, they weren’t on the invitation list,” someone murmured.

Lenyx’s face flushed with embarrassment; he represented the Dlael Spiritual Sect, hoping to resolve past enmities.

The Lotus Feather Pavilion’s power was established—if the Dlael Spiritual Sect didn’t want to face destruction, they had no choice but to make peace.

Cleofas seethed.

“The Dlael Spiritual Sect has repeatedly tried to kill Junior Brother Braydon, even clashing with our Master.

They are the enemies of Lotus Feather Pavilion.

Who allowed them in?” “Punish the one responsible!” Cleofas’s cold voice left no doubt of his stance.

“People of the Dlael Spiritual Sect, today is a grand banquet.

You have fifteen minutes to leave, or I’ll have your corpses escorted back to your sect.” His harsh words left no room for the Dlael Spiritual Sect.

And with the pavilion’s tenth level guardians present, they owed no courtesy to any force.

“Senior Brother Cleofas…” Lenyx’s expression was grim.

“Leave!” Cleofas shouted.

The commotion quickly drew the attention of the main hall.

Scipio glanced over.

The Pavilion Master Lynwood Strouse set his wine cup down and walked over with an unhappy look.

“Cleofas, what’s going on?

Why are you making a scene at such an important event?” “Third Martial Uncle, the Dlael Spiritual Sect has infiltrated.” Cleofas bowed slightly.

“Someone from the Dlael Spiritual Sect?” Lynwood’s gaze sharpened.

“Pavilion Master Strouse, I came to congratulate Lotus Feather Pavilion…” Before he could finish, a gust of wind swept him off his feet, sending him flying.