The Strongest War God-Chapter 1884: Virtuous Descendants

The plants trembled with murderous intent, and the stars dimmed.

A streak of sword Qi erupted, capable of severing even transcendents!

Haaroon Tallman’s hair stood on end as he unleashed his full strength in a desperate attempt to defend.

But it was futile—his cultivation was sliced through like tofu.

Even the thousand peak cultivators behind him were cut down, their immortal souls obliterated.

In a single strike, he had killed a thousand peak immortal cultivators, severing their life force completely.

The move stunned everyone.

The nine-tailed saint fox stared in shock, as if witnessing a terrifying force.

Haaroon staggered back in fear. "Sword Qi that transcends? Who are you?"

"It doesn’t matter," Braydon Neal said with a faint smile. "Our human race is claiming Wollo Western Town. Any objections?"

No one dared object.

The sword light just now was unmistakably a transcendent sword.

Braydon was invincible in the immortal realm!

On the back of Braydon’s left hand was the mark of the seven-leaf grass, linked to a 7th level transcendent—an existence even more powerful than Lord McAvoy.

Haaroon didn’t dare say another word.

His immortal body had been severed, and his immortal soul was barely intact.

Another word, and he would be closer to death.

"Cabel, inform our disciples that from now on, anyone entering the Immortal Burial Ground will be sent to the Wollo Western Town," Braydon said softly.

"Yes, sir!" Cabel Callison turned to pass down the order.

From this moment forward, Wollo Western Town in the Immortal Burial Ground belonged to the human race.

No peak figure from any faction was allowed to trespass.

Otherwise, it could spark war between the races.

The Wollo Western Town was now human territory.

The tiger king and the others finally understood—there were no rules in the Immortal Burial Ground.

The only rule was who had the biggest fist!

In the next moment, the tiger king turned and knelt with a thud. "Patriarch, please help us find a place to live," he begged piously.

"Sigh!"

In Jlato City, a burly old man who had gone unnoticed finally revealed himself.

He had tried to stay inconspicuous, but now had no choice but to step forward.

In an instant, his aging body released an overwhelming pressure—a peak-level demon with 80% mastery of transcendence intent.

The demon race’s true progenitor had arrived.

"The South Pole Sea belongs to the demon race," he declared. "Do you have any objections?"

"In the immortal realm, it’s not your place to act arrogant!"

High in the sky, among the stars, a white-robed, white-haired young man descended.

His body radiated an intense will of transcendence.

"You..." The burly old man was horrified.

The white-haired youth had comprehended 95 percent of the intent of transcendence. What did this signify?

If Lukyan Flerov hadn’t severed the immortal realm’s chance to transcend, this man would have long surpassed his limits on his own.

Unfortunately, the path to transcendence had been closed off for a long time.

No one could transcend now—not the immortal race’s natives, nor the foreign beings.

In this realm, the white-haired youth was undeniably the strongest below transcendence.

"Sect Master!" The immortals of the Immortal Sect all bowed their heads respectfully.

He was the master of the Immortal Sect—the supreme figure now in control.

Braydon, hands behind his back, looked over and spoke softly, "The immortal realm truly has no shortage of talent. Each one has been exceptional for tens of thousands of years. It’s a shame they were born in the wrong era."

Had they been born in an earlier age, they would have transcended, leaving the immortal realm behind forever.

In the vastness beyond the universe, their accomplishments would have been remarkable.

But now, the immortal realm had become a prison for beings like him.

A world where no one could transcend was no different from a cage.

Braydon sent a mental message: "Cabel, peak beings from various races across the universe are entering the Immortal Burial Ground for those who have transcended, as well as for the resources of the immortal realm. You don’t need to fight them. Let the race disciples enter the Wollo Western Town. Don’t worry about the chaos outside."

"If they find and release those sealed, transcendent experts, it would pose a great threat to us," Cabel pointed out.

"I have a plan to handle it," Braydon chuckled.

Back when Lukyan managed to suppress these beings, Braydon was confident he could deal with them in this life.

For now, the peak experts of the various races hadn’t all arrived yet.

He needed to wait a bit longer.

Once everyone was inside, Braydon would seal the entrance to the Immortal Burial Ground.

Getting in was easy, but getting out would be another story.

The top figures of all races would be trapped there, unable to compete with the human race.

Once his plan succeeded, it would be time for the humans to settle scores with the demons.

Before that, he needed to release a substantial bait.

It couldn’t be too obvious; he needed them to find it on their own.

Once the bait was set, the top figures still hesitating outside would likely come in quietly.

Braydon took a last, deep look below, then turned and entered the Immortal Alliance Hall.

Halya Kanevsky, Narcyz Horun, and others were present.

"Take back the Third Killing Formation and give those old fellows a chance to live," Braydon instructed.

"Why?" Lukyan’s body frowned.

Shadey Kanevsky and the others had certainly earned their punishment.

"I’ve stripped them of their path of transcendence," Braydon replied softly. "They’re just seven useless pieces of trash now. Let them have a final chance to be of some value."

Even trash had its uses.

Lukyan’s body didn’t question further.

He spread his hands and delved into the void to retrieve the Third Killing Formation from the planet.

As the formation was removed, Shadey and the other old prisoners felt the bone-chilling killing intent vanish.

The Third Killing Formation had been lifted.

Without hesitation, Halya left in a flash.

At the same time, many immortal beings, including the sect master, descended upon Jlato City.

It was clear that many of the old experts recognized the Third Killing Formation on that planet.

Over the years, numerous experts had tried to investigate it, but none had returned.

What sort of being was being suppressed under such a formation?

Speculation had been rampant for years, but it was almost certain that it was a transcendent-level expert Lukyan had suppressed.

Three transcendents from the Immortal Alliance and three from the Immortal Sect.

If he was suppressed here, he had to find a way to help him escape.

In the pitch-black underground, Halya was the first to enter.

She saw Shadey, who looked like a wild beast. She immediately sensed her father’s aura.

Her gaze was conflicted, and her heart was filled with mixed emotions.

"Halya?" Shadey’s bloodshot eyes recognized his daughter. "Is Saven still with you?" he asked urgently.

"A dog can’t change its ways!" a crippled transcendent from the Immortal Sect said with disdain.

The path of transcendence had been stripped from the seven beings, reducing their realms to the peak of the immortal path.

They had retained their lives, but Shadey clearly had other plans.

This was the first time he had seen his daughter in years, and his first concern was Saven Flerov.

Saven possessed an even more formidable path of transcendence.

If Shadey could merge it with his own body, his potential for transcendence would be greatly enhanced.

"If you don’t want to die, don’t even think about Saven!" Halya said coldly, his words laced with killing intent.

Saven was Halya’s child. She would never give him up.

Soon after, another person arrived—the white-haired young man, the sect master of the Immortal Sect.

He looked at the three crippled transcendents and gave a slight bow. "The successor of the Immortal Sect, Indiana Ibbot, greets the three ancestors!"

"The Immortal Sect still exists?" the old woman in ragged clothes asked as she slowly approached.

"Yes," Indiana confirmed with a nod. "The Immortal Sect has been rebuilt for many years and has gradually regained its former glory. However, Ancestor, you..."