The Strongest War God-Chapter 1893: A Sword Suppressing the Heavens and Earth

Chapter 1893: A Sword Suppressing the Heavens and Earth

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

As he spoke, he pointed to a luxurious mansion.

He had never forgotten his promise and had prepared a house for Braydon Neal in the capital.

This house had stood for nearly ten thousand years, with no one ever having lived there before.

"It’s just a sparring match. It’s also for my martial arts," Braydon said with a faint smile.

"Alright!" Slayde Luft understood the reason and didn’t refuse.

Braydon needed opponents on his journey, and Slayde was ready to be that opponent.

In an instant, Slayde released the pressure of an immortal.

He was at the 9th level of the immortal realm.

His cultivation was impressive, and his talent was exceptionally high.

Originally, the ruler of this world was an immortal who had been defeated by Slayde ten years ago.

That was how he had become the number one expert in this world.

Now, the two were facing off.

Slayde showed mercy, sensing that Braydon was still at the spirit body realm and hadn’t yet entered the immortal realm.

Despite this, Braydon’s combat strength was still incredibly formidable.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Braydon made his move.

His fair left hand blocked the palm strike from Slayde.

They were evenly matched in their exchange.

Slayde showed mercy, knowing Braydon hadn’t yet revealed his full strength.

"Braydon, you’ve had a fortuitous encounter!" Slayde exclaimed in surprise.

"Release your full strength. Otherwise, you won’t be able to defeat me."

Braydon’s challenge provoked Slayde, but instead of showing frustration, he was pleased. "I knew it. You’re smarter than me. I couldn’t find you for ten thousand years. You must have had a greater opportunity." As he spoke, he attacked again, fully unleashing his immortal realm cultivation.

His terrifying strength could defeat an immortal.

Braydon had previously slain a heavenly god, and since then, his cultivation had surged through two realms.

He now wielded 20,000 Dharma Idols.

What was Braydon’s true battle prowess? No one knew.

After Slayde unleashed his full strength, Braydon streaked across the night sky, his body glowing like the sun.

He pointed with his left hand and said softly, "Heavenly Execution!"

It was a manifestation of a terrifying sword intent.

One Finger Heavenly Execution.

Boom!

Slayde felt a bone-chilling danger and used all his power to block this attack.

He was heavily injured and fell to the west, signifying his defeat.

The entire capital was in shock.

Who was this young man?

He seemed to be a friend of Slayde, yet his strength was extraordinarily fearsome.

Could he be an enemy from beyond the heavens?

Braydon withdrew his hand and stood with his hands behind his back.

Slayde, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, rose into the air.

"Braydon," he asked in surprise, "did you receive the inheritance from beyond the heavens?"

"I come from beyond the heavens!" Braydon replied without hesitation.

He looked at him and said softly, "The universe beyond the sky is vast and boundless, filled with countless races and geniuses. This small world has confined you!"

"I’ll go with you!" Slayde did not hesitate.

There was nothing in this world he would miss.

He had spent ten thousand years searching for Braydon, and now that he had found him, there was no reason to stay.

"Go to the outside world, to the human territory. You’ll see the real me," Braydon chuckled.

"The real you?" Slayde’s eyes were filled with doubt.

"You’ll understand in the future!" Braydon said, and with a flash, he was gone.

In the River of Time, Slayde was left behind, struggling to cope with the aftermath of Braydon’s power.

Braydon had already assessed his own strength.

Next, it was time to find a true opponent.

Among the 100,000 Dharma Idols, there should be a place for Slayde.

Braydon returned to the River of Time and revealed his Dharma Idols.

He had cultivated 40,000 Dharma Idols, thanks to the merit from the ten thousand banished immortals.

Out of these, he had fused 20,000.

Standing in the River of Time, Braydon took a step forward.

In a single step, he covered ten thousand years.

The waves, rising up to a meter high, crashed down and wet Braydon’s shoes.

"Can he do it?" the black-robed guardian asked.

Amid the tall waves, a top genius from the demon race appeared.

Braydon stood in the river and flicked his finger, which turned into a sharp sword and pierced through the demon. "He’s not worthy!" Braydon said.

Swoosh!

In that world, a young beast in the immortal realm looked up in fear.

An invisible sword pierced through his head, destroying his body and soul in a single strike.

Braydon was killing future enemies, including a demon prodigy.

The black-robed guardian frowned. "It’s best not to interfere too much in the future. Avoid killing these geniuses; too much karma could be detrimental."

"Don’t worry!" Braydon said nonchalantly.

In this life, he was prepared to bear the karma of ten thousand lives, and he wasn’t afraid of taking on more.

Reluctantly, the guardian allowed Braydon to continue.

Braydon took another step forward, advancing another ten thousand years.

By now, it had been 33,000 years since he started.

This was the future!

A three-meter-tall wave surged forward, driven by a peerless ferocity.

Within it was another demon—more precisely, an innate demon.

His aura was incredibly powerful.

Although he was at the demon immortal realm, which is equivalent to the immortal realm, his strength likely surpassed that of a true demon, a heavenly demon, or even an ancient demon.

He was certainly an extraordinary opponent.

"May I proceed?" the guardian asked again.

Braydon smiled. "He’s worth me using 30% of my Qi. Wait here; I’m going to take him down!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Braydon descended into this world.

He arrived in the vast territory of the demon race, known as the demon region.

The overseers here were likely peak demons, but Braydon wasn’t concerned about staying long, whether there were peak demons or not.

His goal was to find an opponent.

He even condensed his Dharma Idol.

Standing in front of a mountain waterfall with his hands behind his back, Braydon watched as a young man with antlers on his head and eyes like the sun and moon sat cross-legged.

The young man radiated a somewhat demonic aura.

The young man suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Braydon in shock, having not noticed his sudden appearance.

"Humans?" the demon youth said, sensing an extremely dangerous aura from Braydon.

This was the heart of the demon race’s territory, and it was unusual for a human cultivator to appear here.

"I’m going to stir the River of Time to three meters high," Braydon said softly. "Let me see how talented you are!"

"River of Time?" The young demon was stunned. "Who are you?" he demanded.

"I’m here with nothing better to do, so I came to kill you," Braydon chuckled and immediately took the offensive.

As he attacked, his left hand transformed into a sword light that tore through the world.

The sword’s power suppressed the heavens and earth.

One strike from this sword could kill a heavenly demon.

The demon youth was both shocked and enraged.

He bravely counterattacked, transforming into a dragon with a tiger’s body—an innate beast.

This was an innate lifeform, born from the fate of heaven and earth and formed in the stone embryo.

He was born in the demon immortal realm, and his future achievements were boundless, with combat strength that was incredibly high.

He drew a long sword, his companion weapon, and blocked Braydon’s attack head-on.

Despite the sword’s clash with Braydon’s strike, he remained unscathed.

The corners of Braydon’s lips curled into a slight smile as he raised his left hand.

Swoosh! Swoosh!

The surrounding plants transformed into sharp swords, hanging upside down like long blades between heaven and earth.

There were more than ten thousand swords, each one capable of killing a heavenly demon.

The demon youth was horrified.

He hadn’t anticipated such a formidable opponent and knew that if he lost this battle, it would mean his death.

As an innate lifeform born from the fate of heaven and earth, he was destined to reach the peak in the future.