The Strongest War God

Chapter 2044: Spying on the Old Monster Chapter 2044: Spying on the Old Monster Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Braydon Neal stepped onto the sword, carrying Everett Neal in his left hand and Rusty Neal in his right.  It looked as though he was dragging his family to the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain, leaving those unaware of the backstory utterly speechless.

She had gone to exploit him, dragging his family along too.

That was truly over the top!

An old man lay sprawled on the hilt of the sword—it was Elder Juntenen.

“Let’s go,” he yawned drunkenly.

“Yes, sir!” Lynwood Strouse bent slightly and activated his longsword, reaching an incredible speed.

The sword transformed into a streak of light, piercing through everything in its path.  A protective shield enveloped it, activated by Elder Juntenen to ward off any potential attacks.

Once they left the Lotus Feather Pavilion’s gates and entered the boundless space beyond, Rusty was set down.  He gazed eastward, his expression serious.

“Someone is spying on us.” “Humph!” The drunken Elder Juntenen snorted coldly.  Wine spilled from his gourd, morphing into a long sword that shot into the void, leaving behind a faint trace of blood.

“Scram!

Dare to spy again, and you’ll all die!” His words sent shivers down their spines, scattering the hidden observers.

“Level nine,” someone muttered from the shadows.

“Why have they come?” Everyone knew the answer: it was Braydon—and more importantly, the level ten life pills hidden on Rusty.

Elder Juntenen glanced at Braydon and yawned.

“You lot are quite the sensation now.

Your reputation has spread across all major forces.

They think capturing you would grant access to the tenth level.” “Not just that,” he added.

“They’re after the eleventh level inheritance, countless level ten medicinal pills, eon artifacts, and the treasures left by the saint region.” The unspoken warning was clear: Braydon and the others shouldn’t stray from Elder Juntenen’s protection, or disaster would strike.

“Rusty, you’ve gotten us into this mess!” Braydon said, exasperated.

“Ha!” Rusty dismissed the concern, clearly unfazed.

To him, the lurking enemies were insignificant.

The sword flew unimpeded, its course smooth under the guard of a level ten expert—no one dared to cause trouble.

After half a day, a disciple standing on the sword pointed ahead.

“What is that?” he exclaimed, stunned.

“Look!

What is that?” “Giant peak!” Before them loomed the outline of a massive mountain that seemed to pierce the heavens and earth, stretching across hundreds of thousands of miles.

“That’s the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain!” “It’s not,” Braydon said softly.

“Huh?” “The real Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain isn’t here,” Elder Juntenen agreed, nodding.

“There are secrets hidden in these mountains.” Kreig Jordahl’s eyes gleamed as he attempted to uncover the mysteries.

But his face soon turned pale, and he looked away, his expression icy.

“Old fool, you’re courting death!” he spat.

“Petty,” Rusty scoffed.

“I only glanced at him, yet he dared to use Buddha’s Light against you!

Find a chance to kill him.” “Understood.” Kreig nodded, unfazed.

“What did you see?” Elder Juntenen asked, intrigued.

“The true foundation of the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain,” Kreig replied, calm but grave.

“There’s an old man at his limit, ready to take the next step.” “The eleventh level?” “Yes,” Kreig confirmed.

“That level will trap him to death,” Rusty said confidently.

“If he dares attack us, I can handle it.” The remnants of Lennon Jury’s methods would not only ensure the safety of his two reincarnations but also guarantee the ability to kill any level ten—even those at the peak of the tenth level.

Elder Juntenen’s lips twitched at their words.

Since when did level ten become so trivial?

His thoughts lingered on the two children and Kreig.

These people had to be from the saint region.

“May I ask, who were you in your past lives within the saint region?” he inquired cautiously.

“Take a guess,” Rusty replied slyly.

“Just a nobody,” Kreig said indifferently.

“Senior Kreig, you jest!” Elder Juntenen retorted, exposing him with a single line.

Even a pig could connect Kreig to the renowned Kreig Jordahl after spending a few days with Braydon and his group.

Not that Kreig cared.

“We’re here!” Pavilion Master Lynwood Strouse announced.

Below the mountain, countless transcendents filled the air, the scene bustling like an excavation site in the saint region.

The allure of a dying level ten dragon had drawn experts from all corners.

Braydon’s group was escorted to the core area of the relay station, heavily guarded to prevent any mishaps.

In their courtyard, Elder Juntenen reclined in a pavilion chair, sipping wine.

“Stay put,” he advised lazily.

“If you need anything, have someone fetch it.

Don’t go out unless it’s absolutely necessary.” “I want to go out and play!” Rusty protested.

“If you step out, someone will attack you,” Elder Juntenen warned.

“Unlikely,” Braydon replied.

“Attacking us here would be open defiance against the Lotus Feather Pavilion.

They wouldn’t dare.” Indeed, no one wanted to provoke the wrath of two level ten experts—or face the fate of the Dlael Spiritual Sect.