The Strongest War God - Chapter 965: You Can’t Stop Me!

Chapter 965: You Can’t Stop Me!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Patriarch,” Fenton Jansky said in surprise, “Mount Kingston was as famous as Mount Kylo in ancient times. Its foundation is unfathomable.”

“Then do you know that once I enter Mount Kylo, I will be the master of Kylo?!”

Braydon Neal said softly.

This sentence explained why Braydon had not contacted Kylo for many years, nor had he returned to Mount Kylo.

Once Braydon returned to Mount Kylo, he would become the new master of Mount Kylo.

All the people in Kylo respected the Northern King.

Dexter Jansky and the others looked at each other, all seeing through each other’s thoughts.

They had refused to tell the truth about the culprit who had exterminated the Yates family, and the Sovereign Lord had not told them the truth either, because they were worried that Braydon would attack Mount Kingston on impulse.

That terrifying place was not easy to break through.

Braydon was very calm. He knew that with his current strength, even if he charged up Mount Kingston, he wouldn’t be able to do anything to those old fogeys.

Once Braydon entered the supreme pinnacle realm, he would definitely ascend Mount Kingston.

This was a promise from Braydon to his little brother.

Braydon would never let the little fool take on this blood feud and this powerful enemy alone.

The sons of the Northern Army were born into the same family. If they want to die, they would all die together!

Braydon and the little fool left Song.

Song Woo Hoon watched Braydon leave, and his eyes gradually dimmed. He knew that from tonight onward, the martial arts world of Song would decline, and it would take a hundred years for them to recover.

Three hundred nautical miles away from Song, there was another mysterious kingdom.

That was Marshland!

It produced coconuts and maids and was known as a major country that provided maid services to the world.

This small country, which was located in a remote corner, was known as one of the three great hooligans of the Ludwig Sea together with Song and Banko.

The sun was high in the sky.

On the Faros Island, which was at the forefront of Marshland, more than 20 million citizens of Marshland lived there. However, there was a burly middle-aged man in an ancient black iron armor who was nearly two meters tall. He was holding an iron rod as he stared at a black dot on the sea.

The little black dot approached from afar and turned into a white-robed youth.

The Northern King had arrived!

Braydon crossed the sea for 300 miles and landed on the Faros Island. He stood with his hands behind his back and looked at the burly middle-aged man. He said calmly, “Marshland’s War God, Eduardo Delgado!”

“Your Highness!”

Eduardo Delgado exhaled. He felt immense pressure when facing this white-robed youth.

“You don’t have to be nervous,” Braydon said calmly. “I came to Marshland to find someone.”

“Who is it?” Eduardo’s eyes were solemn.

“Your brother Eligio Delgado!” Braydon chuckled lightly.

“Northern King, what do you want?”

Eduardo was furious. His big brother was the ruler of Marshland, and his status was high.

To moment Braydon arrived, he wanted to see Eligio Delgado.

This gave Eduardo a bad feeling.

Braydon slowly walked up to him and smiled lightly. “Get him here. I want to kill him!”

He said softly.

This caused Eduardo to exude a pinnacle pressure. His vitality was as high as 1,000 Na. He said angrily, “Northern King, you’ve trespassed into Marshland and want to kill my big brother. You are so arrogant!”

“You can’t stop me!”

Braydon glanced at him and told Eduardo to get out of the way.

“I’m also a pinnacle!” Eduardo said in a low voice.

“I’ve slaughtered more than a hundred pinnacles!”

Braydon placed his left hand on the Northern King Sword at his waist and stopped in his tracks. He looked at Eduardo calmly.

A martial artist of this level could not arouse Braydon’s fighting spirit at all.

To be precise, he couldn’t even activate Braydon’s killing intent.

In Braydon’s eyes, Eduardo was too weak.

Anyone below the high-level pinnacle realm would not be able to fight Braydon.

Pinnacle martial artists who were unable to release their vitality had no chance of fighting against Braydon.

Cold sweat broke out on Eduardo’s face. The moment Braydon placed his hand on the Northern King Sword, he felt as if he was being stared at by a peerless beast.

As long as he made the slightest move, he would die without a doubt.

Just this pressure alone caused sweat to fall like rain on Eduardo’s face.

Braydon’s clothes were clean, and his footsteps were calm. He brushed past Eduardo with a faint contempt that anyone could feel.

Eduardo’s eyes were filled with anger. He said hoarsely, “Northern King, I am the War God of Marshland!”T/his chapter is updat𝓮d by n𝒐v(ê(l)biin.co/m

“What a clown!”

Braydon replied indifferently the moment Eduardo’s voice rang out. He unsheathed the Northern King Sword at his waist.

The sword was unsheathed, and the sword was like a waterfall.

A scarlet streak landed on Eduardo’s head at the speed of lightning.

With just one slash, Eduardo was split into two on the spot.

The War God of Marshland had fallen.

Braydon did not turn around. He sheathed his sword and stepped on the ground. He said indifferently, “I heard that Marshland intends to give birth to a son of the nation’s fate. How about you come out and let me take a look at you?”

His soft words resounded throughout the entire island.

Braydon’s arrival here had attracted everyone’s attention.

Who knew how many people were secretly staring at him.

Now, Braydon wanted to meet the son of the country’s fate. His goal was simple.

Braydon had already stepped onto the heaven-suppressing path.

If he wanted to suppress all the countries, he must be able to dominate the world.

The Heaven-Suppressing King would rule alone for thousands of years.

There was no turning back on this path.

A group of people slowly appeared on the straight asphalt road to the north of Faros Island.

The young man in the lead had a noble temperament. He looked like he was in his twenties, but he had the aura of a king.

He was the prince of Marshland, Leocadio Delgado.

He was the pride of the country.

At the same time, Braydon also discovered something strange. Whether it was Song or Marshland, the chosen national prodigies seemed to be the princes of each country.

Even if there was a genius more outstanding than Leocadio, the higher-ups of Marshland would not allow him to carry the fate of the country.

They seemed to have underestimated how terrifying the fate of the nation was.

The fate of a country was more important than a supreme pinnacle!

Leocadio had already arrived. He said softly, “I am Leocadio Delgado of Marshland. Greetings, Your Highness.”

“Son of the nation’s fate!”

Braydon sensed a similar aura from Leocadio.

That was the power of national fate!

“I didn’t know that Your Highness has arrived. My apologies for not welcoming you personally,” said Leocadio modestly.

“Forget the formalities. Where is your father?”

Braydon’s gaze gently landed on the four old fellows behind Leocadio. They were unattractive, but their vitality was restrained, as if they were ordinary old people.

However, Braydon could keenly sense the vitality power contained in their bodies.

Leocadio smiled like a gentleman. “My father is in Marshland,” he said softly. “However, I have a list of names in my hands. I want to exchange it for the Northern King’s departure from Marshland today.”

“I have never made a deal with anyone in my life!”

Braydon moved with a single thought, his vitality surging out, turning into a hundred swords that hung in the sky.

A hundred swords flew through the air.

With one thought, a killer move was activated.

Leocadio’s expression changed slightly. He didn’t expect Braydon to be such a ruthless person. He attacked without hesitation.

This completely disrupted Leocadio’s plan.

The name list in his hands was extremely important. He was confident that Braydon would be interested.

However, he did not expect that Braydon would not give him the chance to speak at all.

A hundred swords surrounded the world.