The Strongest War God

Chapter 388: Invincible in the Darksome Night!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Braydon stood between heaven and earth.

No one could stop him.

The twelve yin-yang kings were killed by Braydon in just fifteen breaths.

The entire Mount Sheburg and the thousands of yin-yang people were terrified.

Braydon sheathed his sword and raised his hands at the same time. He extended his slender index finger and formed a talisman in the air.

It was the talisman technique of the eight king-conferring techniques.

When forming talismans, it was the best time for the yin-yang people to kill Braydon.

Unfortunately, they had underestimated Braydon.

They had underestimated the eight king-conferring techniques.

“The end of the art, the pinnacle’s origin!” Braydon’s thin lips moved slightly.

“Tonight, I’ll let you see the path of the pinnacle!”

Braydon’s eyes were emotionless as he looked down at the entire Mount Sheburg.

“What?” Haroon Lincoln was shocked and furious.

Pinnacle of martial arts!

Braydon had already touched the pinnacle of martial arts?

How was this possible?

He was so young!

INOt even at tne age or twenty:

It was rare to see a twenty-year-old pinnacle.

Haroon had been stuck as a ninth-level king for eighty years!

Eighty years!

How many ordinary people had eighty years to live?

Some ordinary people with short lives would find it difficult to even live to eighty years old.

Even for kings who could live for 300 years, not everyone could live the full 300 years.

When Haroon was young, he was also a talented person.

For the pinnacle of martial arts, he had spent a whole eighty years before he had a clue and a chance.

But now, Braydon actually wanted to show him the true pinnacle of martial arts.

How could Haroon believe that?

How could he accept this!

At this moment, Braydon was like a God. He had already used two of his eight king-conferring techniques.

There was no order to the eight king-conferring techniques.

His first technique was the martial arts technique.

The end of the art, the pinnacle’s origin.

There were no ordinary people on Mount Sheburg.

Away from the bustling city.

King Braydon, who had no scruples, displayed his pinnacle combat strength.

Braydon used the truth to tell everyone why he was in charge of the northern army at such a young age, and why he was conferred the title of Northern King and became the leader of the hundred generals in the military.

The talent of a genius was unleashed in one breath!

Braydon used both of his index fingers to draw the symbol, but it was not the Five-thunder Talisman.

This was much more complicated than the Five-thunder Talisman!

At this moment, Braydon was dressed in white, and his entire body was emitting a ray of light.

White light shot into the clouds.

A silver bolt of lightning tore through the night.

It was a hundred meters long!

What kind of concept was this?

A building was about four meters tall.

This bolt of lightning was as tall as a twenty-five-story building.

It was majestic and terrifying.

It was like a punishment from nature!

Was this the strength that a human could possess?

He had said it long ago.

If there was anyone in this world who could become a God, Braydon would be the first!

He was someone who could become a god!

The hundred-meter-long thunderbolt landed on Mount Sheburg, causing the entire mountain to tremble. A towering tree was shattered into pieces, and wood chips flew everywhere. The yin-yang people were all terrified.

They looked at Braydon as if he was a God.

This was just the beginning.

Yin-yang joining hands to challenge the legend of the north?

From the moment they appeared, their deaths had already been sealed.

At this moment.

“Run!” Haroon shouted in shock and anger. “Run! All of you! Run! He is definitely not a millennium genius!”

Haroon said something he should not have.

In exchange, Braydon gave him a cold and heartless look.

These words were destined to make him, Haroon Lincoln, die tonight.

Since Haroon had spoken, all the yin-yang people on Mount Sheburg wanted to escape.

Only Braydon was like a young immortal. His thin lips moved slightly. “Since both sides have declared war, the enemies should be exterminated. Do you think you can escape?”

As Braydon spoke, Haroon was terrified.

He was a half-step pinnacle.

People like them were invincible.

Unfortunately, tonight, he was terrified of Braydon alone.

“The eight king-conferring techniques; the end of the art is also the pinnacle’s origin!”

Braydon whispered,

The holy white light around his body grew stronger.

At this moment, the white light on Braydon’s body came from the inside out.

Braydon’s clothes could not stop the white light from blooming. One could see his bones, as well as his sparkling and translucent internal organs.

It was as if there was no impurity at all!

How did one cultivate such a martial artist body!

Around Braydon’s body, there were also hundreds of meters of silver lightning that pierced through the night sky.

In front of such a mighty power of heaven and earth, humans felt extremely small.

Braydon was like a God.

Haroon said that Braydon was not a genius of a thousand years.

There must be a reason!

King Braydon, who was at the pinnacle, was truly terrifying.

His power suppressed the entire place.

He could probably suppress all the martial artists in Hansworth.

Hansworth’s Morning Star was not a false name.

At this moment, Haroon had everyone run.

Unfortunately, they could not escape.

Tonight, all the yin-yang people were going to die.

Braydon was drawing the talisman with both hands, but it was much more complicated and took a lot of time.

The moment the two talismans were formed.

There was actually the sound of a sword.

“The Mount Sino Sword Talisman!” Haroon said in a daze.

Swoosh!

“Run!” he shouted with a pale face. “Run away from Mount Sheburg! Run away from Hansworth! Don’t ever come back!”

What exactly was the Mount Sino Sword Talisman?

To be able to scare Haroon, a half-step pinnacle, to this extent!

Today, the glory of the ancient arts of Hansworth would be restored.

Braydon, as a descendant, would inherit the legacy of his ancestors and tell the world that the martial arts of foreign countries all originated from Hansworth!

The martial arts of all the countries in the world originated from Hansworth!

Back then, Hansworth was known as the country of ten thousand clans.

Do you think this is a game?

Hansworth was the source of all martial arts in the world.

In recent times and modern times, Hansworth martial arts had become weak.

The other countries took advantage of the situation and insulted the country’s prestige.

Braydon would remember all these blood debts.

In the future, he would pay them back double.

Braydon wanted Hansworth to stand at the top of the world.

Outsiders could not understand his ambition.

Braydon was going to regain the glory of the country of ten thousand clans! He wanted the country to become the country that the world revered once again.

That was why Braydon was using his pinnacle strength tonight.

He wanted to subdue the yin-yang people!

There was no such thing as the yin-yang people having control over the dead!

To Braydon, he wanted control over both!

Those who submit would live!

Those who disobeyed would be killed!

This was Braydon’s stance.

Therefore, no matter what, these yin-yang people would definitely die tonight.

Those who were enemies of the northern army would be killed on the spot.

Leave no one alive!

The Mount Sino Sword Talisman slowly appeared in front of Braydon.

The tip of the sword slowly flew out from the talisman, followed by the entire bright sword.

The entire three-foot-long sword was as white as snow and glistened with a cold light.

It was like a real sword!

The two swords whizzed out and turned into two streams of light that swept across the entire peak of Mount Sheburg.

In the darksome night, the speed was so fast that it produced a whistling sound.

Swoosh swoosh swoosh…

The bright light continued to flash past, piercing through the chests of the yin -yang people.

They were all fatal injuries, so they were all killed.

Miserable screams rang out nonstop!

The sword was like a river of stars, standing in the dark night and unstoppable!