The Strongest War God

Chapter 2049: A Strong Guest Suppressing the Host Chapter 2049: A Strong Guest Suppressing the Host Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation “If this continues, we won’t be able to return to the peak.

Instead, we’ll be tricked to death by you!” “It’s only been a few days.

Counting the days, you’ve summoned the taboo twice in a row.

Forget about us—even if we found you an eleventh-level existence, they wouldn’t be able to endure you!” Rusty Neal’s face was filled with fear.

He had truly been frightened just now.

Many people had never seen the green taboo before.

It was fine when they didn’t know about it.

The two brothers had experienced it before.

So had Kreig Jordahl.

At this moment, Everett Neal said, “All spirits have their own opportunities.

Some things cannot be spoken.

Since that’s the case, let people comprehend them for themselves.” “Someone has comprehended it.

Perhaps they can open a new path for future generations,” Kreig added.

He was referring both to Gadin Jennings and to himself.

He wasn’t certain if he was on the right path.

However, Gadin had come seeking help.

He vaguely understood that his path might have touched on certain secrets.

“No one has opened a new path.

We can only walk it slowly on our own,” Braydon Neal said with a nod.

“Yes, yes, yes!” From that moment on, Rusty resolved to take better care of his father.  As long as his father didn’t say anything, it would be the greatest happiness for him.

Summoning the green taboo—who wouldn’t be terrified?

Elder Juntenen, still confused, asked, “What happened to pointing me in the right direction?” “What were those green eyes just now?” he asked with a strange look.

“Don’t question an existence that can take your life.

Ask, and you’ll die,” Rusty warned sharply.

Elder Juntenen fell silent and didn’t press further.

For the next few days, Braydon and his companions stayed within the small courtyard, refraining from going out.

The higher-ups of various factions kept a close watch on Braydon and his group.

Ever since they learned that Braydon had visited the Medicine Sect, countless invitations poured in.

All were rejected by Lotus Feather Pavilion, claiming Braydon was in seclusion.

Yet, those who approached the Medicine Sect to inquire sensed something unusual.

It appeared the Medicine Sect had benefited from Braydon’s group.

Still, no matter how persistently they asked, the transcendents could glean nothing.

Those involved in the negotiations with Braydon that day were elders of the Medicine Sect, all bound by a soul contract.

Not a single word about Braydon was revealed.

Anyone who did so would meet their end.

By the twenty-second day, Braydon stood in the small courtyard, hands behind his back, gazing at a colossal mountain piercing the sky and earth in the distance.

The old dragon finally seemed unable to hold on.

For three days, its deep roars had echoed.

Today, the sound weakened, carrying an air of lifelessness.

It truly seemed on the verge of death.

“It’s time,” Braydon said.

Elder Juntenen sneered.

“It seems that old thing really is going to die.

I suppose no one can wait any longer.” “What’s your plan?” Braydon asked.

Elder Juntenen grinned.

“Of course, we climb the mountain.

With our current strength, do you think we’re unqualified?” As they spoke, Scipio Langdon and the other pavilion masters arrived.

“Braydon, come with us,” Scipio said.

“Let’s go!” Elder Juntenen stood.

With two tenth-level experts protecting them, Braydon and his group were absolutely safe.

Below the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain, countless high-level transcendents hovered in the air—more than a thousand of them.

Without exception, they came from all major factions.

A Buddhist proclamation echoed from the mountain.

“Amitabha.

Everyone, the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain does not receive guests today.” An aged voice reverberated, accompanied by a terrifying pressure.

The might of the tenth level engulfed the mountain, marking it as a place of mystery and terror—a Half-step Forbidden Land.

The presence of a hidden tenth-level monk confirmed its power.

If not for the old dragon’s imminent death, the mountain would have had at least two tenth-level guardians.

Unfortunately, one of those protectors was fated to fall today.

Rusty asked, “Kreig, was it that bald monk who struck you with the Buddha’s light before?” “It’s him!” Kreig’s gaze turned icy with killing intent.

During their journey, they had scouted the mountain and suffered an ambush.

Kreig, struck by the monk’s Buddha light, had only recovered yesterday.

Old and new grudges alike burned within him.

“Pavilion Master, I’ll lend you my big yellow bell,” Rusty offered, tossing a small golden bell to Scipio.

“Alright!” Scipio replied without hesitation.

A level-ten eon artifact was a valuable asset, capable of unleashing its full power in his hands.

“A guest from afar—how could the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain not extend a welcome?” Scipio declared, taking to the sky.

The golden bell expanded, covering the heavens as if to swallow the entire mountain.

A tenth-level monk finally emerged, clad in pale yellow robes.

His ancient appearance betrayed a withered lifespan.

He clasped his hands together.

“Amitabha.

Fellow Daoist, must you press me so?” “Suppress!” Scipio commanded coldly.

The golden bell descended, shattering the monk’s robe with ease.

Even a level-nine artifact stood no chance against a level-ten artifact.

“If a battle erupts here, the entire mountain will collapse,” Braydon remarked with a faint smile.

Hidden within the mountain, Iosif Lesko wore a dark expression.

It was Braydon who leaked the news of the dragon’s failing strength, bringing this chaos to the mountain.

Even so, the mountain’s secrets made it hesitate.

Should the battle destroy its outer layers, the mountain’s hidden truths might be exposed.

“Hmph!” Scipio sneered.

“The resentment within this mountain is overwhelming.

Let me take a closer look!” “Fellow Daoist, ascend the mountain if you must!” the monk responded, his voice tinged with restrained fury.

The passage opened, allowing everyone to climb the mountain.

“Everett, stay with Elder Juntenen.

Don’t wander off.

This place feels unsettling,” Braydon advised, holding Rusty close.

“Hmph, a land of evil,” Rusty muttered.

Despite its pure, holy atmosphere, shrouded in Buddhist light, the mountain carried an unsettling undercurrent.

“This excessive display of Buddhist success is unnerving,” Kreig observed with a shake of his head.

“Little friends, this way, please,” a guide beckoned, leading Braydon’s group to the mountain’s central hall.

Stretching endlessly, the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain pierced the heavens, with countless transcendents venturing along its treacherous paths.

“Be cautious,” Braydon said telepathically, tightening his hold on Rusty.

“The discomfort is intensifying.” “Don’t worry—we can retreat safely,” Rusty assured.

“But you have to promise me—no more reckless talk,” he added seriously.