The Strongest War God - Chapter 1338

Chapter 1338: Killing Divine Level Experts

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He was never one to play fair.

Did they honestly expect Braydon Neal to face them head-on?

Of course, it was an ambush!

The sneak attack packed a powerful punch.

The Shadow Flying Daggers, concealed in the fabric of space-time, carried an immense amount of energy infused by Braydon.

Nine daggers materialized instantly, aiming for their first target: Benka!

The blades punctured through his chest and back, one striking from the front and the other from behind.

With a swoosh, they unleashed a torrent of searing flames, engulfing Benka in fiery agony.

“Ah!”

His anguished cry echoed.

Even as a divine, fear gripped him tightly.

The overwhelming heat surged through his body, rapidly corroding the divine pill within him—a fatal blow.

Desperate to cling to life, Benka struggled for a full fifteen minutes.

Spotting Braydon in the distance, his eyes filled with both fury and despair.

He knew his fate was sealed; the flames would consume him entirely.

“Braydon Neal, you won’t escape unscathed if I die!” he bellowed.

With a swift motion, he activated the now-corroded divine pill, causing it to swell in size.

It was clear: he intended to self-destruct the pill in a final act of defiance.

Braydon vanished in the blink of an eye, his speed unfathomable.

Then, a deafening blast.

A divine pill, swollen to its limit, detonated.

A sixth-level divine realm expert self-destructed, triggering shock and dread among the onlookers.

As the explosion mushroomed, it left a vast crater spanning miles, scorching the earth to a charred black.

Nearby divines suffered injuries of varying severity from the blast’s force.

Fury erupted.

“He must pay!” cried out the enraged crowd.

The colossal form of the thousand-meter ape loomed overhead, its formidable strength poised to crush Braydon into oblivion.

But Braydon was swift, darting like a nimble bee to evade the brute force of the ape’s assault.

In a swift and calculated move, Braydon eliminated Benka, reducing the divine count by one.

The remaining three divines, pierced by Braydon’s flying daggers, resorted to severing their own limbs to survive, unwilling to risk the extreme power coursing through their bodies.

With a deft dodge, Braydon evaded the giant ape’s wrathful retaliation, then turned his attention to the weakest among them—an aboriginal divine at the third level of the divine realm.

Their fists collided, setting off a spark of intense confrontation.

“You insolent brat! You’ll regret this!” the aboriginal divine snarled, seething with rage.

In a mere moment, the battle intensified.

The aboriginal divine’s right arm snapped, the force driving into his chest, collapsing his sternum.

Braydon’s gaze turned icy.

His left hand plunged into the aboriginal divine’s abdomen, seizing the divine pill with force.

In his grasp lay the divine pill.

“No!” The aboriginal divine’s desperate cry echoed in fear.

With a merciless grip, Braydon crushed the divine pill before vanishing in an instant.

Another divine had fallen.

“In just a few months, his strength has skyrocketed?” Rayha Qhobela exclaimed, a mixture of shock and fury coloring her tone.

“By 10,000 times!” The giant ape’s rumbling voice resonated like distant thunder, its gravity weighing heavily on the gathering.

His words sent shockwaves through the assembly.

What did 10,000 times the power entail?

It was a realm of legends, a realm never before achieved in the annals of history.

Braydon, still a newly ascended emperor, wielded the 3,000 imperial paths, with the sword imperial path already reaching the ninth level.

Yet, the carrier of the 3,000 imperial paths was the ancient martial arts banished immortal, capable of dissociating entirely from Braydon.

Nonetheless, he had vanquished two divines on his own.

An emperor had killed two divines.

Who would dare believe such a thing?

However, Braydon had already claimed the lives of two divines.

The thousand-meter-tall willow tree, with its countless green branches resembling swift arrows, launched its attack.

Braydon’s voice rang out, cold and commanding, as he retorted, “I haven’t even sought you out, yet you dare assail me? Today, you will meet your end!”

“Human, we plants are inherently superior to you!” the willow tree boasted, its confidence unshaken.

Thousands of willow branches, each stretching ten thousand meters, encircled the sky, creating a forbidden zone lethal even to a great-success divine.

But Braydon’s Sky Splitting Wings effortlessly sliced through the willow’s arrogant branches as he charged toward it.

With a swift motion, the nine Shadow Flying Daggers vanished, disappearing into the void.

Braydon deftly manipulated one of them to carve into the willow’s trunk.

As his Sky Splitting Wings accelerated, the branches fell one by one.

The willow tree bellowed in fury. “Human, perish!”

Its branches lashed out, aiming straight for Braydon’s exposed back.

Clang!

A metallic resonance filled the air.

“What?”

The willow tree faltered in disbelief.

It had been confident its branch could pierce through any divine’s body.

Yet, it met resistance—a faint silver armor coating Braydon’s form.

The Void Armor mitigated the brunt of the assault, reducing its force by a staggering 90%.

Merely a surge of power was enough to force Braydon to cough up a mouthful of blood, the immense force rattling his internal organs.

This was no trivial matter.

With bleeding lips and ice-cold eyes, Braydon persisted in severing the willow’s branches, steadfastly advancing toward the towering tree.

As he drew nearer, the density of branches increased.

Within a thousand meters, Braydon’s Shadow Flying Daggers reached their zenith.

A hum reverberated through the air as black dots materialized in the surrounding space.

The Shadow Flying Daggers encircled the ancient willow tree, their subtle presence capable of bypassing the Void Armor.

The resilient willow, impervious to divine level weapons, found itself defenseless against the Shadow Flying Daggers.

“Destroy them!”

Braydon’s resolve surged, his intent to kill palpable.

The nine daggers pierced through the ancient willow’s trunk effortlessly.

Despite its thickness, akin to an 80-meter-tall pillar, the willow succumbed to the Shadow Flying Daggers’ onslaught.

Pierce, slash, tear!

“No!”

The willow trembled in terror and agony as its towering trunk was cleaved in half by the flying knives, its essence—the great-success divine realm plant and vegetation essence—oozing from the severed trunk.

In a blur of movement, Braydon swiftly gathered up many of the fallen foes, even stowing the upper half of the willow tree in his storage ring.

With a series of quick movements, Braydon turned and bolted.

He knew he had to flee immediately after the battle.

Staying would only result in being trapped by the remaining adversaries.

Today’s battle had yielded impressive results: two aboriginal divines slain and the ancient willow tree, a plant demon divine, heavily wounded.

It was a victory worth celebrating, but Braydon knew there was still much more to accomplish.

He could afford to toy with them at his leisure.

Braydon’s escape speed was extraordinary, but beings like the 1,000-meter giant ape were incensed.

Despite the presence of dozens of divines, they could only watch as Braydon killed three of their own and made his getaway unscathed.

This was an affront, a humiliation that couldn’t be ignored.

They gave chase relentlessly for a distance of 9,000 miles.

Their intimidating aura caused lesser spirit beasts and aborigines to scatter in fear, some even disintegrating into mist under the sheer pressure of the divines’ presence.