The Strongest War God

Chapter 2040: I am His Foster Father Chapter 2040: I am His Foster Father Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation “Get lost!” Lynwood Strouse said coldly.

One word—pure attitude.

This instantly drew everyone’s attention in the main hall.

“After this banquet ends, I’ll wipe out your Dlael Spiritual Sect.

You don’t have much time left,” Lynwood added, his words representing the Lotus Feather Pavilion.

And he said this in such a public setting.

Words, once spoken, are like water poured out.

This statement embodied the face of the Lotus Feather Pavilion!

Scipio Langdon, knowing what had happened, asked indifferently, “The people from Dlael Spiritual Sect are here?” “Dlael Spiritual Sect’s Stevyn Zurcher greets Pavilion Master Ling!” A white-haired elder slowly stepped forward from the crowd, his manner extremely humble.

Scipio’s expression darkened instantly, his gaze cold and deadly.  However, his tone remained remarkably calm.

“The Dlael Spiritual Sect sent someone to the Lotus Feather Pavilion.

That’s unexpected.” “Pavilion Master Langdon has achieved a tenth level existence.

Naturally, our Dlael Spiritual Sect has to come and congratulate you.” The white-haired elder’s discomfort was evident.

Scipio shifted the conversation.

“Since that’s the case, we, the Lotus Feather Pavilion, naturally must return the favor.

Lynwood, go and invite Elder Juntenen out of the mountain.

Let him personally pay a visit to the Dlael Spiritual Sect!” “Understood!” Lynwood’s eyes glinted with killing intent as he vanished in a flash.

All the guests were shocked.

What was Lotus Feather Pavilion’s purpose?

They were sending someone to Dlael Spiritual Sect, and could it be that the one they sent was another tenth level powerhouse of the Lotus Feather Pavilion?

Indeed, that was the truth.

The Lotus Feather Pavilion dispatching a level ten was clearly meant to establish its prestige.

Destroying the Dlael Spiritual Sect would be a statement to all: no one could harm Braydon Neal without facing consequences.

The white-haired elder paled.

“Pavilion Master Langdon,” he stammered, “our Dlael Spiritual Sect is sincerely repentant…” “That’s not necessary.

I’m someone who knows how to distinguish gratitude from grievance.

The Dlael Spiritual Sect has hunted Braydon down repeatedly, even putting a bounty on his life.

Given that, your Dlael Spiritual Sect no longer has a place in the human world!” Scipio’s words were merciless.

A single sentence could decide the fate of everyone in the Dlael Spiritual Sect.

This was the advantage of strength and authority.

Moreover, no one felt sympathy for the Dlael Spiritual Sect; they had brought this upon themselves.

If the roles were reversed, if the Lotus Feather Pavilion were the weaker side today, Dlael Spiritual Sect would likely be even more ruthless, wiping out everyone related to the Lotus Feather Pavilion to avoid future threats.

“Take him away,” Scipio said coldly, looking at the old man.

Someone acted immediately, capturing the white-haired elder and tossing him out of the Lotus Feather Pavilion.

Today, no one could save Dlael Spiritual Sect.

The banquet continued as if nothing had happened.  No one mentioned Dlael Spiritual Sect, and no one tried to intercede.

Braydon mingled with his so-called peers, while Rusty Neal—a little guy at the banquet—ate and drank heartily, looking down on everyone.

Most importantly, no one in the Lotus Feather Pavilion dared provoke him.

People had heard tales of Rusty, and some had even seen him produce pills one after another to help Scipio pass the ten great tribulations.

Those were level ten great pills.  Other than this little one, who else here could offer such treasures?

The Cold Palace saint son, Fitzroy Lack, looked at Rusty and laughed.

“Haha, like father, like son.

Brother Braydon, you’re remarkable.

I didn’t expect your son to be so outstanding.” “…” Braydon’s mouth twitched.

As expected.

Rusty bristled with anger.

With a black horn on his head, he strode up to Fitzroy and demanded, “Who did you say is my father?

This kid?” “This…” Fitzroy was stunned.

Could it be that they weren’t father and son?

Outside, Braydon had protected the two children fiercely against high-level cultivators.

Rumors had it that they were his children.

If they weren’t father and son, why would they defend each other with their lives?

“He’s your father—the father of your entire family!” Rusty growled through clenched teeth.

“It’s a misunderstanding.

Rusty is my adopted child.” “He’s my foster son!” Braydon said with a wry smile.

“Isn’t that the same?

You’re still father and son.” Fitzroy sighed in relief.

For a moment, he thought he’d caused a huge misunderstanding.

But when Braydon clarified, everyone laughed.

Rusty’s eyes blazed with fury, as if he wanted to beat Braydon.

His sharp gaze filled with anger.

Braydon sent him a mental message, “You were so arrogant earlier, boasting about having plenty of level ten pills.

Many are already suspicious of your identity.

If you want to grow safely and recover your cultivation, you’d better heed my advice.” “Hmph!” Rusty huffed.

He knew it was true.

Scipio and Elder Juntenen were already curious about Rusty and Everett Neal’s origins.

Even Krieg Jordahl, the most enigmatic one, had his doubts.

The five pavilion masters of the Lotus Feather Pavilion all suspected Rusty and the others came from the saint region ruins.

If they did come from the saint region ruins… What had their identities been in previous lives?

What level of cultivation had they reached?

Many harbored these questions in silence.

This was just a lure.

As Rusty bragged, it would only be a matter of time before someone took action against him.

Among them, people from the Lotus Feather Pavilion couldn’t be fully trusted.

Who knew when they might make a move?

So, at times, it was best to stay humble.

Rusty had yet to regain his peak cultivation and still appeared like a child.

But he had a treasure on him.

A child holding such a treasure… Even the kindest cultivator would feel tempted.