The Strongest War God-Chapter 1265 - : Success at the Quasi-Emperor Realm
Chapter 1265: Success at the Quasi-Emperor Realm
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Concern clouded Xetsa Yeza’s eyes.
Individuals in seclusion were typically averse to interruptions.
Disturbing them prematurely could result in them losing control.
Braydon Neal was at a crucial juncture in his seclusion, striving to break through to the emperor realm.
The timing of the disturbance couldn’t have been worse.
Qwara Qhobela ventured into the palace, curious to catch a glimpse of the young man her sister admired.
She ascended to the top floor without delay.
Shortly after her entrance, she emerged disheveled, her hair in disarray, and her pristine white dress torn, revealing a patch of unblemished skin on her shoulder.
Blood trickled from the corner of her lips as she escaped, clearly in distress.
“Qwara?” Rayha Qhobela exclaimed, a mix of shock and fury evident in her expression.
“Did that boy harm you?”
The green-clad man’s eyes widened with concern.
Qwara appeared shaken, a hint of fear lingering in her gaze, as if she had witnessed something unsettling.
During her escape from the palace, a youth clad in white robes with flowing locks pursued her in a trance-like state.
It was Braydon.
His visage remained unchanged, still that of a handsome young man.
Yet, his eyes were shut, his consciousness seemingly clouded.
He traversed the air with shallow but swift steps, each seeming disorderly yet possessing an inexplicable allure that rippled through the atmosphere.
It was as though Braydon had become one with the cosmos.
“Enlightenment realm?” The green-robed man exclaimed, his expression a mix of shock and anger.
“He’s comprehending the path. He’s genuinely in seclusion, not evading his adversary,” Kyan Yengo, the Donta Imperial Dynasty’s emperor remarked, wearing a pitying expression.
“It’s unfortunate that the coveted state of enlightenment has been disrupted. He’s now in a hazy state between clarity and the great path. The benefits brought by martial enlightenment will be greatly diminished.”
“Why did you interrupt his state of enlightenment, Qwara?” Rayha asked, her tone laced with anger.
Her sternness stemmed from a deep understanding of Braydon’s significance.
If Braydon truly had the potential to surpass the first Divine Lord…
He could pave a new path for martial arts practitioners worldwide.
He could also pave a new path for Rayha, ushering countless martial artists to new heights.
Qwara spoke bitterly, “Mother, I entered the palace, but before I could approach him, I sensed the path runes and attempted to withdraw. However, he attacked me. If I had retaliated, he would have perished. I sought to ensure I wouldn’t disrupt his martial state. I didn’t even dare to defend myself with my cultivation.”
She had already exercised considerable restraint.
The green-clad man shook his head and sighed.
“You’re too naive. If he strikes you, you strike back!”
Qwara fell silent, a hint of envy flickering in her eyes.
“The enlightenment realm allows one to merge with the world. It’s an opportunity every martial artist dreams of. I’ve ruined it.”
She felt remorseful.
Everyone present understood the rarity of the enlightenment realm.
Once entered, its benefits lasted a lifetime.
It enabled individuals to grasp profound insights and harbor hopes of ascending to higher realms.
Yet, this realm had been disrupted by someone.
Matu Joko’s eyes gleamed with jealousy.
“Braydon Neal!” he bellowed. “Your year is up! I’m your opponent!”
Several people frowned at Matu’s impatience.
He didn’t wait for Braydon to snap out of his daze before provoking him, eager for a confrontation.
It seemed a bit too opportunistic.
Though muddled, Braydon exhibited a hint of clarity.
His swaying figure slowly advanced toward Matu, raising his left hand and pointing lightly.
“Very well!”
Battle intent flickered in Matu’s eyes as he prepared to engage in combat.
However, in the next moment, his entire body went cold as he was engulfed by a bone-chilling killing intent.
In his trance-like state, Braydon lightly tapped his left index finger, pointing forward.
Boom!
The snow that covered the earth split into half.
The ground was split into half.
A potent sword intent permeated the world.
The emergence of this sword intent was nothing short of divine.
The celestial blade, ethereal and shapeless, could cleave through the sun and moon.
Descending from the heavens, the blade was formless and colorless, severing through a hundred miles of drifting snowflakes.
As the blade descended, all life perished.
In an instant, the Oracle Palace was rent asunder.
“No!” Matu, filled with dread, released all his mental power, erecting a barrier of mental power around himself.
Yet, he sensed an imminent, bone-chilling danger.
A golden barrier materialized above his head.
Crack!
In the blink of an eye, the barrier shattered.
The force of the sword descended, claiming Matu’s life.
The divine son Matu fell, bisected, his blood splattering across the sky, painting the ground below with a crimson hue reminiscent of blood-red plum blossoms.
A stunned silence fell over the area.
Who could have anticipated this?
With a single finger, Braydon had slain Matu, a prodigy at the tri-emperor realm.
Rayha rose in shock.
“What?!” she exclaimed incredulously.
“First generation bearing,” the man in green murmured softly.
It was as if he was beholding the first Divine Lord himself.
Little did he know that Braydon’s assault wasn’t merely a single strike.
The might of his sword was akin to that of the heavens—unstoppable and divine.
Heavenly Sword Nine Strikes!
Capable of cleaving through the sun and moon, an unseen force of sword power descended instantly.
Nine consecutive strikes landed in succession at the same point, carving out a hundred-mile-long trench in the earth.
Nine strikes in an instant.
Irresistible.
Inescapable.
By the time the divine son Matu realized the danger, it was too late.
He had already met his demise.
In his foggy state of mind, Braydon didn’t regard Matu as a worthy adversary.
Rather, he saw him as nothing more than an insignificant ant, effortlessly exterminated with a flick of his finger.
Even in his haze, Braydon’s lethality was undeniable.
If he were fully conscious, he could likely dispatch ten Matus in the blink of an eye.
A year of seclusion had propelled Braydon to unimaginable heights—a feat that few dared to dream of achieving.
However, Rayha understood that with Braydon’s unparalleled talent, ascending to the quasi-divine realm upon reaching the emperor realm was all but certain.
The imperial technique mastered by Braydon was simply unparalleled in its potency.
Yet, Braydon remained in his befuddled state, yet to fully awaken.
He stood amidst the falling snow, his eyes shut tight, untouched by the icy flakes swirling around him.
What was he doing?
Braydon himself didn’t know!
Naturally, he was delving into the depths of his own path to becoming an emperor!
After a year of secluded cultivation, Braydon had honed his physique, vitality, and mental power to perfection.
Just yesterday, he had reached the state of enlightenment—on the brink of ascending to the emperor realm.
But today, his concentration was shattered by Qwara’s intervention.
Otherwise, Braydon would undoubtedly have transcended into the emperor realm.
The tri-emperor ealm was tantalizingly close, yet now it eluded him.
Yet, unlike most, who would have likely erupted into a frenzy and clashed with Qwara to the death, Braydon remained serene as a tranquil lake.
Slowly but surely, his consciousness returned, snapping him out of his enlightened trance.
The atmosphere was hushed as all eyes fixated on him, even Rayha’s gaze held a tinge of reverence—as if witnessing the resurrection of a god.
Xetsa and the ten Divine Priests, who had witnessed Braydon’s feeble state just a year ago, now knelt in sincere congratulations.
“I’m sorry,” Qwara rose to her feet, her eyes heavy with remorse.
Had it not been for her rash actions, Braydon would have undoubtedly attained the emperor realm today, perhaps even the elusive tri-emperor realm.
Emperor Kyan Yengo, meanwhile, felt a surge of vindictiveness.
The Oracle Palace’s might was too overwhelming, birthing yet another unparalleled prodigy.
