The Strongest War God

Chapter 1465: Son of Heaven, Luke Yates

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The little tattletale, Luke Yates, who had a penchant for snitching since childhood would probably never shake off this habit in the future.

Jonah Shaw spoke indifferently, “We will never forget the Nine Swords Sect’s kindness in taking us in and Elder Royrce’s protection. However, those who have shed the blood of our Northern Army brethren will be shown no mercy!”

This was the crux of the matter!

Leviticus Habel wouldn’t make it through the day.

He had harmed Luke and Skylar Neal.

How could he expect to live under such enmity?

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The old peak master and Finnian Quay both breathed a sigh of relief.

Disaster had been averted for the entire sect.

This was the best outcome: sacrificing the life of an elder to ensure the survival of the Nine Swords Sect.

It was undoubtedly worth it.

As expected.

“Leviticus Habel, the outer sect elder, has disregarded his status and harmed an outer sect disciple. He shall be executed immediately. Dismiss all his disciples, cripple their cultivation, and expel them from the Nine Swords Sect!” A decree sealed the fate of those under Leviticus.

This was the Nine Swords Sect’s command.

On Levestor Peak, Leviticus felt his mind go blank.

He never imagined that punishing an outer sect disciple would lead to such dire consequences.

The number one prodigy of the Spirit Sea, Braydon Neal, was actually the elder brother of these people!

And one of them bore the surname Neal—clearly a member of the Neal family!

How could someone from such a formidable force join the Nine Swords Sect?

Leviticus couldn’t wrap his head around it.

He gritted his teeth and turned to flee.

He could vanish into the depths of the Spirit Sea and lay low, but he was determined to escape.

Did he think Carlisle Jaynes was merely a figurehead?

“Humph!” Carlisle snorted coldly, shattering the starry sky with a wave of his sleeve.

With one strike, the void collapsed, and Leviticus’s body disintegrated into nothingness.

Carlisle didn’t linger.

He raised his hand, ushering the sons of the Northern Army away, and stepped into the endless void, teleporting back to the Hall of Souls.

“Bring my little donkey along!” Luke demanded.

Helpless, Carlisle complied, taking the donkey with him.

The journey back was uneventful.

The people of Demon Saint Island were fixated on Braydon.

He remained unfazed by the Hall of Souls welcoming other prodigies, as Demon Saint Island knew that Braydon’s ascendancy was enough to dominate the entire Spirit Sea.

He posed a greater threat than any other genius.

Within the hall of the Hall of Souls, Carlisle brought everyone back.

“Brother!” Luke greeted, chewing on a pill.

His arm had regenerated, leaving only bloodstains on his body as evidence of his injuries.

Braydon reached out, tousling Luke’s hair.

He said softly, “I requested the Neals to send formidable warriors to the Neal manor in Preston. If you wanted to come to the Spirit Sea, why didn’t you go through them?”

It was definitely a safer bet to have the Neal family guide them to the Spirit Sea.

Plus, with Braydon in the loop, they could receive news promptly.

Luke explained, “Eggy didn’t want to get involved with the Neal family, so he brought us here. The Spirit Sea is vast, and we initially got lost.”

“The Spirit Sea is treacherous, and your cultivation levels are still weak. Stay in the Hall of Souls and cultivate with me. Once you reach the level of a holy master, I’ll allow you to venture out,” Braydon proposed.

Each level of the Hall of Souls provided ample training grounds, along with an abundance of cultivation resources.

“Are you not planning to return home for a visit?” Harvey Lay whispered.

“Disaster will surely follow if we do,” Braydon replied solemnly.

The disaster he referred to was Demon Saint Island.

Returning home would inevitably attract the attention of the island’s demons, spelling disaster for everyone.

“It’s not that I don’t want to go back, but I can’t. Going back would endanger us all!” Braydon clarified.

“Give each of them a soul token. And give him an extra one,” Braydon instructed Carlisle while looking at Luke.

Everyone else was going to get one soul token, whereas Luke was going to get two.

Since Braydon had spoken, the three great soul slaves had no choice but to comply.

“Your Highness, it’s not advisable for them to carry too many soul tokens. It could foster dependency,” Issac Irwin cautioned.

“One soul token suffices for them. As for Luke, he can remain under my protection for as long as I live,” Braydon assured.

It was evident that among the Northern Army contingent, Braydon held Luke in the highest regard.

As for the young Colton Jansky, he was deemed too tender and was left behind in Preston by Frediano Jadanza and the others.

Observing this, Beckham Jovel didn’t protest and handed two soul tokens to Luke.

The group was arranged to stay at the highest level of the Hall of Souls.

Inside the hall, the corpses of the Stone family had already been cleared, and even the scent of blood had been eradicated.

The Hall of Souls appeared to have returned to its usual state.

However, the most buzzed-about topic in the lounge area remained Braydon’s actions.

What Braydon did today was tantamount to declaring war on the Stone family!

Single-handedly, he had decimated a quarter of the Stone family’s soul slaves in the Hall of Souls.

The remaining Stone family soul slaves were scattered across different worlds or beyond.

It was inevitable that these soul slaves would meet Braydon’s blade upon their return. The animosity between the two sides was irreconcilable.

After Westley Hader and the others familiarized themselves with the Hall of Souls’ affairs, they selected a world suitable for the saint realm to enter.

Only Luke remained at Braydon’s side.

Frediano and the others held disdain for the little fool.

They had initially entered the Spirit Sea for cultivation, but they found themselves diverted by the need to babysit the little fool throughout the journey.

Any slip-up spelt trouble.

Now, Braydon was voluntarily keeping Luke close.

Harvey and the others were relieved!

They seized any excuse to enter other worlds and distance themselves from the little fool. @@novelbin@@

On the top floor of the Hall of Souls, there was an expansive training chamber.

Braydon stood by the window, hands clasped behind his back, gazing out at the vast Spirit Sea.

“Little Fool, stop snacking. Now that you’re in the Hall of Souls, you need to focus on your cultivation. Understand?” he instructed softly.

“Got it!” Luke replied, sitting cross-legged on a futon, munching on a cucumber.

Braydon remained by the window, observing the scenery, while Luke sat nearby, chewing on the cucumber.

Braydon turned to him, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.

“Back when we were young, we were inseparable. We ate together, dressed alike. Your martial arts capabilities were exceptional, even surpassing Frediano and the others. And there were moments of youthful recklessness. At the height of your power, you were hailed as the son of heaven.

“Amongst us, you and Harvey were the most unruly. One called the son of heaven, the other the king of perpetual darkness.

“Even though I might not admit it, and neither do Westley and the others, deep down, they all acknowledge you as the son of heaven.

“Because my Luke is deserving of that title!”

Braydon spoke with the tenderness of an elder brother, but Luke, with a cucumber still in his mouth, shook his head.

He gestured toward a large shadow beneath the water outside the window and mumbled, “Brother, look. That sea python must be really tender and chewy!”

Suddenly, there was a loud smack as Braydon’s hand connected with Luke’s head.

Luke’s head buzzed from the impact, tears welling in his eyes.

“Brother, why’d you hit me?!”

“In the Spirit Sea, there’s no shortage of prodigies. Sects, pavilions, families—all with ten thousand years of history, boasting incredible talents,” Braydon continued, his gaze shifting back to Luke. “And let’s not forget the independent cultivators of the Spirit Sea—monstrous talents abound. There are even demons of extraordinary power.

“The Spirit Sea is vast, brimming with exceptional individuals. In our realm, the cream of the crop among the younger generation hails from Northern Army!”