The Strongest War God

Chapter 1600: The Biased Braydon

Gage Wyrick shook his head lightly, a hint of regret in his expression.

He didn’t want to resort to action, but today, if he didn’t act, there would be no room for negotiation.

Braydon Neal was resolute and unwilling to relinquish any benefits.

However, the treasures within the Dragon Spring world were immense, with vast hidden benefits.

Just the path soil alone was enough to compel all Elysium cultivators to take action.

Path soil was priceless, and Elysium could not stand idly by while the Northern Army occupied such a place.

Thus, they clashed.

When Gage attacked, the power he unleashed was already that of the eternal realm.

His eternal power surged forth.

Fearless, he confronted Asura head-on.

Within Asura’s body resided two kinds of power: the Asura’s killing path, capable of slaying anything, and eternal power.

These forces combined and collided violently.

Both combatants staggered back, each acknowledging the other’s strength.

“The eternal Dharma is indeed profound,” Gage murmured softly.

Despite reaching the eternal realm, mastering the eternal path, and wielding eternal power, he had yet to fully comprehend the eternal Dharma Idol.

“I will end you with one strike,” Asura declared coldly.

Their strengths and weaknesses were laid bare by the previous exchange.

Advancing confidently, Asura unleashed his aura to its peak.

“Son of Heaven’s Nine Strikes!” he roared.

Though lacking a soul, his human form was condensed and still part of Braydon, liberated from the eternal Dharma’s constraints.

The Son of Heaven’s Nine Strikes descended.

The nine supremes formed in the sky, each formidable in its own right, not weaker than him!

“Nine supremes?” Gage couldn’t help but be astonished. “What kind of secret technique is this?”

The power condensed by this secret technique was no illusion.

Asura’s eyes gleamed coldly.

All nine supremes belonged to him, their majestic power magnified ninefold!

Asura’s aura encompassed heaven and earth.

Though Gage had just advanced to the eternal realm, he was confident that he could beat Braydon.

Braydon had only recently reached the holy master realm.

The eternal Dharma Idol Gage had condensed possessed the power of eternity, far surpassing that of a mere eternal cultivator.

With a single thought, Gage unleashed his eternal energy with explosive force!

His fist shattered the heavens and the earth in a clash of eternal realm experts.

Asura’s eyes turned chillingly cold.

The unified power of the nine supremes made him nine times stronger than before.

Evading Gage’s attack with a swift horizontal movement, Asura left behind tens of thousands of afterimages in the sky.

“A new eternal is no match for me!” Asura declared confidently.

With the human body he had condensed, he now possessed knowledge of some of his original body’s astonishing secret techniques, making his attacks even more devastating.

The Son of Heaven’s Nine Strikes stacked upon him as he struck.

Boom!

Asura unleashed his assault.

The Asura Sword materialized in his hand, slashing through the air for three thousand miles.

Despite the burial ground’s stable space, the sword cleaved through the sky effortlessly.

In a single strike, Gage’s head was severed from his body.

His headless form remained standing in place, defying gravity.

Cultivators of the eternal realm were not easily killed; they could regenerate with a drop of blood.

Countless onlookers were astonished.

It was their first experience witnessing an eternal battle—truly terrifying.

He could tear apart the world with his bare hands; even if decapitated, he remained indestructible.

Braydon stood calmly with his hands behind his back, observing the clash between Gage and Asura.

The battle had reached its conclusion; the outcome was clear.

There was no need to watch further.

Turning away, Braydon spoke calmly, “From now on, the Dragon Spring Eye belongs to the Northern Army. Anyone not affiliated will be mercilessly killed.”

“Yes, sir,” replied the Northern Army leaders obediently, acknowledging their army leader’s command.

From this day forth, the heads of the major factions would lie outside the Dragon Spring Eye, unlikely to provoke any major actions for the next decade.

Westley Hader, clad in a black robe as dark as ink, followed closely behind Braydon. “Brother, the alliance army of the 23 families is stationed twenty miles away from us!”

“Mobilize our troops and exterminate them,” Braydon ordered without hesitation.

Having already taken drastic actions against the faction leaders, he had no qualms about dealing with these newcomers.

The alliance army consisted of 300,000 cultivators from 23 forces.

If they dared to come, Braydon was more than willing to keep them here—permanently, if necessary.

Immediately, Luke Yates accepted the command and led his rogue legion in a bold charge.

With his brothers by his side, he faced the challenge fearlessly.

Braydon issued the order to eliminate the newcomers.

Luke, astride a donkey and clad in red armor, drew the two sabers at his waist.

Surveying the swiftly gathering 100,000 soldiers, he seemed anything but a typical general.

Her voice rang out, “Charge! Kill a big rat, earn a patch of land. Ten kills, a promotion. A hundred kills, three ranks up. Take down ten thousand solo, and I’ll make you a lieutenant commander!”

Such carefree behavior perfectly matched Little Fool’s approach.

He had always been this way—enjoying meals, living simply, and bonding closely with the soldiers of the Northern Army.

Among the elites, he was the most humble and approachable, sharing any spoils equally among his brothers, even his favorite snacks.

This was already a significant concession for the mischievous Little Fool; in the past, he would have fought anyone daring to take his treats.

Observing this scene, Braydon smiled faintly.

“Why aren’t you reining in Luke’s antics?” Luther Carden asked, clearly exasperated. “He’s causing trouble. As his older brother, it’s your responsibility!”

Braydon glanced at Luther and replied, “I’ve called you my brother since we were kids. Now that Luke’s taken command, why aren’t you supporting him?”

Luther’s expression darkened.

He understood her brother’s intention—it was an old tradition.

They still had to indulge Little Fool.

While Braydon could be stern and serious, he wasn’t foolish.

Among the eight million Northern Army soldiers, everyone knew the Son of Heaven of the Northern Army was special—a beloved younger brother to the commander.

Rumors spread in the army about Luke, reinforcing his unique status.

With his talents, he could deceive the world.

It was bound to make waves across the northern territory!

The little fool had chosen a different path and had been stirring up trouble all along.

No matter what Braydon said during this time, Luke remained unperturbed, like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water.

No matter how much they try to teach him, he would still do whatever he wanted.

Braydon calmly looked at Luther and instructed, “Ensure that Luke’s promised rewards for the soldiers are fulfilled to the best of your ability. If you encounter any issues, come to me.”

“Understood,” Luther and the others replied, their expressions neutral.

Only Luke and his rogue legion received such special treatment.

If an outsider dared to offer path soil as a reward, Braydon would undoubtedly take severe action against them.

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