The Strongest War God-Chapter 1712: The True Elegance

The bald youth took advantage of the situation and left decisively.

The young man was Laird Xenos, the fourth master of the Northern Army!

None of the children in the Northern Army were good.

Sagan Lazenby was flustered and exasperated.

He chased Laird for 8,000 miles.

In the end, he panted heavily and gave up.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Damn bald donkey, don’t let me catch you. Otherwise, I’ll kill you!"

"Brother, he has a soul imprint on him!" Samara Lazenby said seriously.

"Is he the only one? You say it as if there’s no one else who has it!"

"But I can feel that the soul imprint on his body is very terrifying!" Samara spoke the truth.

The siblings continued on their way to find Braydon Neal.

Fortunately, the journey was safe, and they did not meet any other ruthless people.

Sagan contacted the others to help find Braydon’s location and quickly confirmed the news.

Braydon was chasing after Mervyn Cataldo!

At the center of the largest river in the trial world, Mervyn’s head was chopped off by Braydon.

Before he died, he said angrily, "You with the surname Neal, remember this. This is the sixth time!"

The sixth time.

Among the fugitives, he was the one who had been killed the most.

Obviously, Braydon loved to kill him.

Braydon stood on the river with his hands behind his back.

He didn’t care about Mervyn’s threat at all.

Even in the trial world, Mervyn wasn’t his match.

Even if he left the trial world, could he still ascend to heaven?

Mervyn was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

To offend Braydon for no reason, he was really unlucky.

Huey Schwartz and Magnar Forbord were also hiding!

Braydon stepped on the surface of the river and was about to leave when he suddenly turned his head to look into the distance.

A huge black dragon was roaring towards him, as if it was filled with anger.

However, this black dragon did not seem to have a tail!

"Lazenby siblings!" Mayfly was startled. "Be careful!"

"Samara’s brother?"

A hint of hope appeared in the depths of Braydon’s eyes.

He hoped that Sagan’s strength could be stronger.

Mayfly nodded. "As far as I know, his cultivation is already in the sixth level of the path-returning realm. Samara is in the third level of the path-returning realm. If the two of them work together, I’m afraid it will be a challenge for you!"

Braydon smiled and walked away.

He had already experienced Samara’s strength and had even personally beheaded her.

Anyway, he had already done it once.

Braydon didn’t mind slashing a second time.

The black dragon descended.

Sagan wore a black cloak on his shoulders.

He stood on the dragon’s head and looked down.

He said coldly, "You’re Nameless?"

"Trial board, Sagan Lazenby?" Braydon stood on the surface of the river and looked at the black dragon with his hands behind his back.

"Kill!" Sagan’s eyes were filled with killing intent. "Those who hurt my sister will be killed without mercy!"

"Siscon?" Braydon crossed his arms behind his back and was already on top of the black dragon’s head.

Swoosh!

The Northern King Sword at his waist instantly struck out.

The sword was filled with killing intent as it slashed at Samara’s head.

"Why did you hit me again!" Samara was fuming.

Sagan was furious.

He didn’t expect Braydon to be so arrogant and want to kill his sister in front of him.

Swoosh!

A fierce battle was about to erupt.

Sagan punched out with terrifying pressure.

His cultivation at the sixth level of the path-returning realm was fully displayed.

Braydon withdrew his sword and retreated.

"Don’t you think it’s too late to regret it?" Sagan said angrily.

"I like to be straightforward when I do things. Please come out!" Braydon looked to the east and sensed two auras.

It was a threat to him.

On the trial board, Hedeon Gvozdev was ranked second, and Haleena Hazutina was ranked third.

Both of them were at the fifth level of the path-returning realm!

Braydon pointed out the direction of the two. A man and a woman appeared in a flash!

"Braydon, isn’t it enough for you to provoke Sagan and Samara? Do you want to provoke the two of us too?" Hedeon asked calmly.

"The four of you are qualified to witness my peak combat strength!" Braydon said softly.

He challenged four people in one go!

Was he crazy?

Mayfly was stunned.

Haleena, in her white dress as white as snow, looked cold and arrogant.

She frowned and asked coldly, "You are challenging the four of us?"

"I’ve never seen a newbie eternal as arrogant as you!"

Sagan was so angry that he was fuming.

Braydon was too arrogant.

It wasn’t enough for him to come personally; he even wanted to challenge his sister and the other two.

The four of them were all at the path-returning realm!

He was also a genius in the path-returning realm. He was the strongest super genius in the Northern Stellar Realm.

In the end, he was actually looked down upon like this!

Braydon did not want to waste any more time. "The victor is the master, and the loser is the slave," he said softly. "After this battle, it’s time for me to leave!"

As soon as he finished speaking, other people appeared around him.

Cole Colbie, Laird, Skylar Neal, and Luke Yates eating a meat skewer.

The three banished immortals appeared as well!

Old friends came one after another.

Braydon was going to show his true glory, and they all wanted to see it.

"Human!" The black dragon roared at Luke.

"Don’t scream. If you scream again, I’ll chop your head off!"

Luke warned him seriously not to let the black dragon cause trouble.

"The four of you better join forces," Cole said calmly. "Otherwise, your outcome will be very miserable!"

"His peak combat strength is the glory of the four of you!" Skylar said indifferently.

"Are you guys in cahoots?" Sagan immediately asked.

"Interesting!" Hedeon’s eyes gleamed.

Braydon shook his head slightly.

He knew that it would be difficult to provoke these four people to join forces with words alone.

In that case, let’s make a move!

There’s no point in saying more.

Braydon took a step forward and said softly, "The Son of Heaven’s Nine Strikes!"

Swoosh!

In the sky, there were nine figures.

The figure was unpredictable, yet they all resembled Braydon.

"Nine Strikes of the Son of Heaven?" Haleena was shocked.

"Ten Thousand Transformations!" Braydon raised his hand, and ten thousand banished immortals appeared behind him.

"Ten Thousand Transformations!" the nine figures echoed.

Boom!

Everything in the world was a Dharma.

Terrifying power swept in all directions.

"Return to the path!" Braydon said softly.

The ten thousand mile Dharma figures shrank, entering Braydon’s body, and the other nine figures did the same.

Luke said sneakily, "Stay away. The super-sized pervert is going to get serious. If we get too close, he might beat us up along the way!"

The little fool was very experienced.

He had caused too much trouble on a normal day and now felt guilty.

Little did he know that it was not just him who felt guilty; Laird and the others quietly retreated.

They knew this big brother too well!

Once he entered his peak state, he could sweep away all his enemies.

Braydon’s white clothes fluttered in the wind, and his long hair danced.

He had an aura like an immortal, but also like a peerless overlord.

It had been many years since he had been so indulgent!

It had been a long time since he felt warm blood.

It was time to show it!

Sagan said in horror, "What kind of path does this fellow have? The Ten Thousand Transformations Monarch Art? Did that immortal of the race nurture him?"

"Attack!" Cold sweat trickled down Hedeon’s face as he felt an overwhelming pressure.

He and Sagan attacked on the spot.

Sagan didn’t use his sword but instead punched out.

Hedeon’s hands danced as he formed a seal, intending to kill Braydon.

Both sides instantly unleashed their full strength.