The Strongest War God

Chapter 1313: Killing a Quasi-Divine with One Punch

Chapter 1313: Killing a Quasi-Divine with One Punch

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

What they desired went beyond just the 16th ruin.

He sought dominion over all 3,000 ruins.

The ambition was clear—to establish the Donta Imperial Dynasty as the global supreme leader.

Thus, the Donta Imperial Dynasty hadn’t dispatched Berko Yengo solely to eliminate Braydon Neal; their purpose extended to the martial arts exiles as well.

Yet, amidst this intrigue, Braydon found himself perplexed.

Despite spending a year confined within the Frost Prison, he couldn’t grasp why the Donta Imperial Dynasty didn’t come after the banished immortal.

Was it due to its relentless pursuit of the Oracle Palace survivors?

That was exactly the reason why.

In the eyes of Imperial Lord Kyan Yengo, Braydon’s incarceration in the Frost Prison served a strategic purpose.

It was akin to detaining a valuable asset until the opportune moment arose to extract information about the martial arts banished immortals.

Little did they anticipate Braydon’s unexpected liberation of not just himself but all inmates from the Frost Prison.

It was as though the duck that was within their grasp had inexplicably flown away.

The question remained: how could the Donta Imperial Dynasty attain its objectives now?

Sending a quasi-divine to confront Braydon, a newly crowned emperor, underscored the significance of the mission.

“Hand over the martial arts banished immortal, and I’ll grant you a swift demise,” Berko declared dispassionately.

“If I give the banished immortal to you, I doubt you possess the aptitude to master it,” Braydon retorted casually.

It was the ultimate slight.

A quasi-divine was undoubtedly a prodigious talent in their youth.

Did Braydon truly look down upon Berko?

With the combat prowess of a quasi-divine, Berko could do whatever he wanted in the ruins.

Boom!

Berko unleashed his aura, a subtle hint of divine dominance far surpassing mere pressure of the imperial path.

The pressure radiated outward, disintegrating the surrounding charred wood and stones with a sharp hum.

It was the unfathomable might of heaven, an overwhelming force that even figures of the imperial path couldn’t withstand, let alone other martial artists.

In its presence, even the most formidable pinnacle martial artists would be reduced to mere pulp in an instant.

Despite his slender and frail appearance, Braydon appeared unaffected by the quasi-divine’s pressure.

“Today, I shall enlighten you on the power of a quasi-divine,” Berko murmured solemnly.

“To cultivate as an emperor is to transmute vitality into essence, infusing it into every bone in one’s body, granting a lifespan of 700 years.”

“For experts of the divine realm, essence within the body can be refined into a divine pill. Consuming such a pill bestows a thousand years of longevity and unparalleled vitality!”

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Berko exuded an air of pride.

As a quasi-divine, he had condensed the divine pill, already taking a significant stride toward the divine realm.

The final stage involved merging the divine path he cultivated with the divine pill.

Once achieved, he would command the world, no longer relying on the borrowed power of heaven and earth but harnessing everything as his own strength – the power to assimilate the essence of heaven and earth as his own.

He would transcend mere mortals, becoming equivalent to the heavens themselves.

Millennia ago, this realm was not known as the divine realm but as the heaven’s equal realm, signifying its parity with the heavens.

Braydon listened silently, seemingly indifferent to his status as a quasi-divine.

“You killed Kayla Foust,” he said softly.

“What?” Berko was taken aback.

Berko couldn’t shake the feeling that Braydon failed to grasp the sheer terror of a quasi-divine.

Here was an individual who had successfully condensed a divine pill—a feat of unparalleled strength.

Yet, Braydon appeared utterly indifferent to the magnitude of such power.

Did he truly comprehend the formidable nature of the divine realm?

After all, those who achieved such a feat were beyond comparison to mere emperors.

With a disdainful snort, Berko uttered, “Below the divine level, the populace are but ants, and the feeble are mere dogs.”

“You belittle the common folk, treating them as insignificant ants,” Braydon responded calmly. “In that case, you’re nothing but a blade of grass to me.”

“What?”

Berko’s fury surged.

He regarded a quasi-divine as grass?

Braydon’s casual dismissal of his status was beyond impudent.

Without further ado, Braydon turned his attention to Levar Yengo and the other three royal lords.

Today, it wasn’t just Berko who would meet his end—it was all four of them.

In an instant, Braydon launched his assault.

Despite Berko’s mastery of the divine pill and his body’s resilience of a quasi-divine, he still projected the formidable thousand-meter-long imperial path behind him.

However, it fell just short of perfection by one meter—a tiny distance that separated him from attaining the divine realm.

At the end of this imperial path stood a lengthy staff, symbolizing his path.

Berko didn’t underestimate his adversary, unleashing his full might in response.

“Uncle is a quasi-divine,” Levar remarked gravely. “His prowess in combat is formidable. I’m concerned he might inadvertently slay Braydon instead of capturing the martial arts banished immortal.”

“The martial arts banished immortal was personally requested by our ancestor. Uncle understands the boundaries,” Zuanda Royal Dynasty’s Chata Yengo remarked nonchalantly.

They harbored no doubts about Berko’s victory.

Yet, such a scenario was to be expected.

A quasi-divine personally launching an attack and employing his full might to suppress a newly crowned emperor was par for the course.

Given his superior strength, defeat seemed inconceivable.

Even a severely wounded quasi-divine posed a formidable challenge that a fledgling emperor couldn’t hope to overcome.

“Braydon Neal!” Berko’s demeanor exuded an aura of awe-inspiring authority. “Unleash your full power! Show me how you intend to contend with me!”

Braydon cast a sidelong glance at him, as if pondering whether this individual even comprehended the concept of mortality.

With a resounding boom, Braydon’s slender frame radiated a golden brilliance spanning a thousand meters, emanating a fearsome imperial pressure akin to that of an extreme path emperor.

He was like a youthful sovereign, exuding a commanding presence.

He had released his mental imperial path.

The first imperial path was the martial arts banished immortal.

The martial arts banished immortal stood at the terminus of the golden-brick-paved hundred-meter road, regarding Berko with tranquil resolve.

In the blink of an eye, the second imperial path materialized.

The second banished immortal, exuding a desolate and ancient aura, occupied the end of this imperial path.

The martial arts banished immortal mastered the world’s 30,000 techniques.

The ancient martial arts banished immortal mastered the 3,000 paths in the world.

The simultaneous appearance of these two banished immortals left everyone astounded.

“A quasi-divine!” The martial arts banished immortal wrinkled his nose slightly, acknowledging Berko’s presence.

“A divine!” The ancient martial arts banished immortal remarked nonchalantly, sending shockwaves through the gathering.

There was a divine lurking in the shadows—an unforeseen revelation that caught Braydon off guard.

“Two divines!” The martial arts banished immortal uttered.

Friend or foe?

Or perhaps a bit of both!

“One of them often tags along with me, but I’m not acquainted with the other,” the martial arts banished immortal confessed helplessly.

“Kill him first!” The ancient martial arts banished immortal fixed his gaze on Berko, poised to eliminate the quasi-divine.

“Let’s get on with it,” the martial arts banished immortal chimed lazily. “I pulled an all-nighter last night delving into the depths of ultimate power. Been feeling a bit under the weather lately, kidney deficiency and all.”

Braydon: “???”

The other Northern Army sons were rendered speechless.

What manner of peculiar entity had their esteemed brother created?

This was beyond peculiar!

Even the martial arts banished immortal exhibited a touch of eccentricity, cultivating independently and specializing in the pursuit of ultimate power.

As the ancient martial arts banished immortal turned away, traversing the mental imperial path with an air of calm detachment, each step seemed to bear the weight of ten thousand layers of pressure.

He epitomized a youthful emperor amidst the mortal realm, the 1,000-meter imperial path in the heavens appearing slightly bent under his august presence.

“Who are you?” Berko exclaimed, taken aback.

“In ancient times, there existed a path known as the human emperor,” the ancient martial arts immortal enunciated slowly.

“What?” Berko’s astonishment was shared by others.

An elderly voice emanated from the shadows, joined by a second voice.

The two banished immortals had detected the presence of the two divines, leaving the enigmatic beings equally dumbfounded.

“Human emperor path?” Berko uttered in horror.