The Strongest War God

Chapter 1528: Lost the Sword

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Braydon Neal exerted a slight force with his thumb and index finger, but unexpectedly, the soil beneath him surged violently.

A small mountain of white pills erupted, and from it emerged a horned white snake, swift as a silver bolt of lightning, launching an instant attack.

Initially preoccupied with chasing Braydon, the golden-winged roc hadn’t paid attention to this small prey.

Due to this oversight, the white snake managed to sink its fangs into the Roc’s left leg, dragging it underground.

Thus, the two life and death realm demonic beasts commenced their battle!

Halting at the entrance of a colossal pill cauldron, Braydon observed the skirmish from afar.

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Golden light tore through the sky, feathers scattered, and snake blood spattered as the combatants clashed.

The white snake clamped down on the roc, determined to consume it, while the roc’s golden claws acted as fierce blades, slashing deep into the snake’s flesh.

When golden claws met white scales, sparks ignited in every direction, indicating a battle between natural enemies, each fighting for their life.

Braydon remained composed as he observed, with no intention of remaining a bystander.

When both beasts were gravely wounded, he, perched atop the pill cauldron, vanished instantly, transforming into a white light and concealing his aura.

Moving stealthily along the ground, he wielded sword light, his presence undetectable as he maneuvered, disrupting the situation with a hundred thousand swords.

The horned white snake had released its grip and engaged the golden-winged roc in a ground battle.

The roc’s golden feathers fluttered in the wind, with no less than 30 wounds marring its body, blood flowing freely.

Despite its injuries, it continued to fiercely claw at the one-horned white snake, inflicting fresh wounds with each strike.

After a day of relentless combat, both adversaries were heavily injured.

Braydon remained less than 2,000 meters away from the golden-winged roc, a distance he could cover in an instant.

Sensing Braydon’s presence, the horned white snake projected a mental message into Braydon’s mind: “Help me!”

The cold, feminine voice was direct and urgent.

Surprised by the snake’s gender, Braydon responded calmly. “Alright.”

The snake then requested, “Kill the roc. I want the life pill. You want the death pill!”

Acknowledging the request, Braydon assured, “I’ll provide you with both the life and death pills. I need Path Comprehension Pills.”

“I’ll guide you to find them,” the snake agreed to Braydon’s terms.

Thus, an agreement was reached between man and snake.

In an instant, the horned snake seemed to unleash its full power.

A radiant white light emanated from its horn, enveloping its entire body as wounds healed, scales regenerated, and it appeared to return to its peak condition.

The golden-winged roc unleashed its full power, emitting a ferocious cry as a hazy red light enveloped its body from the fiery red feathers atop its head.

Its golden plumage shifted to scarlet, resembling a holy demonic beast.

A trace of phoenix bloodline coursed through its veins.

Both demonic beasts engaged in a relentless battle, prompting Braydon to take action.

With a single thought, his form split into nine figures, while his 100,000 swords floated up, brimming with killing intent.

“Human!” The golden-winged roc bellowed, sensing Braydon’s presence.

It recognized him as the same human it had pursued earlier in the day, now lying in ambush nearby.

Undeterred, it continued to grapple with the horned white snake, fully aware of the threat posed by Braydon.

Risking their lives, both adversaries fought fiercely.

The golden-winged roc made a calculated decision to ignore Braydon and focus on subduing the white-horned snake, knowing that engaging with Braydon directly would leave it vulnerable to the snake’s attacks.

Braydon, riding on his sword with 100,000 blades at his command, struck with precision.

His first sword pierced the wound on the golden-winged roc’s wing inflicted by the horned white snake.

Understanding the importance of exploiting this vulnerability, Braydon targeted the weakened spot with relentless determination.

The sword plunged into the old wound on the wing, its edge pressing forward with the force of three points, as if piercing through metal.

Behind the feathered wings lay the back of the golden-winged roc, covered in a layer of red feathers.

“Human, you shall die!” The golden-winged roc’s cry echoed with pain from the wound.

Sensing the urgency of the situation, Braydon summoned 100,000 swords, enveloping the golden-winged roc’s body and targeting its wounds.

Failure to eliminate the roc now would invite relentless pursuit in the vengeful world of demonic beasts.

Beneath the cover of the sword energies, the attack intensified, but the single-horned white snake urged Braydon to reveal his full strength.

The onslaught of 100,000 sword energies, however, proved insufficient.

With the nine supremes united as one, Braydon reached his peak, brandishing the Northern King Sword.

Stepping into the primordial chaos domain, he unleashed the full force of his power, unsettling the golden-winged roc with primordial chaos Qi.

Despite feeling the looming danger, the roc, suppressed by the horned white snake, remained restrained.

Braydon charged forward with his sword, piercing through the wound on the roc’s wings.

The sword’s Qi rooted deep into the roc’s back, releasing a gray sword light that pierced through its body.

In response, the roc unleashed all its power, transforming the red feathers on its back into spears that shot out with deadly intent.

Braydon’s expression shifted as the aura of death surrounded him.

Braydon found himself in a life-threatening situation with nowhere to escape.

The feathers of the golden-winged roc transformed into deadly spears, capable of not only killing him but also corrupting his soul with the power of death.

Faced with imminent danger, Braydon made a split-second decision, releasing the Northern King Sword and crushing a black soul token between his fingertips.

As countless red feathers pierced through his body, Braydon disappeared in a blur of motion, leaving behind only an afterimage.

Moments later, he reappeared in the room atop the Hall of Souls, his complexion pale and his breathing erratic.

“Your Highness?”

The three soul slaves breathed a collective sigh of relief at his safety.

“Life and death realm beasts are indeed terrifying. I can’t lose the Northern King Sword. I have to go in again,” Braydon said.

He accepted the soul token offered by Beckham, a testament to his resolve despite the grave risks involved.

Acknowledging Braydon’s determination, Beckham handed over another black soul token, a gesture of caution given Braydon’s impulsive nature.

Despite entering the life and death realm’s small world as a eminent saint realm cultivator, Braydon had barely lasted a day, highlighting the perilous nature of his endeavor.

Undeterred, Braydon accepted the token and returned to the medicinal cauldron world, taking a brief respite outside before bracing himself for the challenges ahead.

However, despite his short break, ten hours had already passed within the medicinal cauldron world, emphasizing the urgency of his mission.