The Strongest War God Chapter 1260 – Chapter 1260: I Will Kill Your Family Within a Year

Chapter 1260: I Will Kill Your Family Within a Year

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Braydon Neal’s hands were stained crimson with blood, a testament to his inherent ruthlessness rather than any innate goodness.

Under the relentless assault of pain, the dormant killing intent buried deep within him surged to the surface.

For an entire day, the potent effects of the Body Tempering Pill wracked Braydon’s body, transforming him into a veritable figure of gore.

Blood coated his body, merging with his clothes to create a gruesome tableau.

Even as night fell, he remained curled on the ground, his movements slow and deliberate.

With a crackling sound, the dried blood scabs that encased him split open, melding with his garments.

Rising to his feet, Braydon shed his bloodied exterior, revealing skin aglow with an ethereal light.

The rigorous baptism of the Body Tempering Pill had left his physique invigorated and radiant.

He stretched his body and drew a sword from his waist pouch.

Braydon’s fingers flicked the blade, sending a reverberating crack through the air as it snapped in two.

Such was the strength of his newly fortified physique that even a level one spirit weapon succumbed to its might.

“This body is more than capable of handling a level three spirit artifact,” Braydon mused, gaining insight into his own extraordinary condition.

A fist that could shatter a level three spirit artifact exemplified the immense power coursing through his veins.

With each passing moment, his body grew stronger, edging closer to the realm where even level nine spirit artifacts would fail to hurt him.

In his current state, he could likely fell a ninth-level spirit beast with a single blow, akin to a living level nine spirit artifact.

Seated in meditation, Braydon swallowed another Body Tempering Pill, continuing his relentless pursuit of physical perfection.

With each pill consumed, his resolve hardened, propelling him ever closer to his ultimate goal.

The potent medicinal power continued to inundate Braydon’s body, bestowing upon him a continuous baptism of strength.

Under the relentless effects of the Body Tempering Pill, his physique underwent constant refinement, steadily ascending to new heights.

By the time the medicinal effects had waned, Braydon had already reached a level where he could effortlessly attack a level five spirit artifact.

Undeterred, he swallowed three more Body Tempering Pills, each intake further enhancing his physical prowess.

With each subsequent pill consumed, Braydon’s physique underwent another profound transformation.

His flesh became imbued with an unprecedented strength, capable of shattering a level five spirit artifact with a mere fist.

Determined to push his limits even further, Braydon consumed the remaining five Body Tempering Pills in quick succession.

Over the course of three days, he diligently refined the potent medicinal power, each moment bringing him closer to his goal.

His physical might had now reached a level where a single punch could pulverize a level six spirit artifact.

Throughout this intensive regimen, Braydon had remained confined within the walls of the Oracle Palace, prompting concerns from Rayha Qhobela about his well-being.

In response, Xetsa Yeza was dispatched to investigate and, if necessary, escort Braydon for a leisurely stroll around the imperial city to alleviate any worries.

Rayha had undoubtedly discovered Braydon’s rigorous body tempering regimen.

He was like a metamorphosing butterfly amidst the shedding of blood scabs and dead skin within his room.

Upon entering the room, Xetsa was taken aback by the sight of the blood scabs and discarded skin as she asked in shock, “What have you been doing the past few days?”.

Nonchalantly, Braydon explained, “Nothing. I’ve just been training my physique.”

“Are you cultivating the Butterfly Transformation Technique?” Xetsa asked.

“What cultivation technique is that?”

Upon hearing Xetsa’s mention of the Butterfly Transformation Technique, Braydon’s curiosity was piqued, unaware of its existence.

Xetsa sensed that Braydon didn’t seem to be lying. He wasn’t cultivating the Butterfly Transformation Technique.

It was a lost ancient body-tempering technique.

Legend has it that the ancients observed a type of spirit beast and came up with a powerful body-tempering technique.

Unfortunately, it had long been lost in history.

Xetsa conveyed the Great Divine Priest’s orders, “Let’s go. The Great Divine Priest ordered me to bring you out for a walk. She might have been shocked by the human skin in your room.”

Accepting the invitation without hesitation, Braydon followed Xetsa, intrigued by the prospect of exploring the imperial city.

Imprisoned within the palace walls for some time, Braydon saw this chance to venture out as an opportunity to acquaint himself with the Donta Imperial City, the bustling heart of the 16th ruin and the former stronghold of the Donta Imperial Dynasty.

It was an opportunity to unravel mysteries that had eluded him in the past.

Guided by Xetsa, Braydon followed closely, absorbing the sights and dimensions of the Oracle Palace.

There were distinct quarters allocated for the gods and the descendants of the gods, each section pulsating with its own unique energy.

Pointing toward the southern palace, Xetsa elucidated, “That’s where the descendants of the gods reside. Currently, there are 760 of them undergoing studies within the Oracle Palace. Upon ascending to godhood, their potential will be reassessed by the Oracle Palace.”

She continued, “Those with exceptional potential will remain within the Oracle Palace for further tutelage and cultivation, while those with lesser potential will be dispatched to safeguard the surrounding aboriginal cities.”

Xetsa’s explanations shed light on the intricate workings of the Oracle Palace, where the futures of hundreds of potential gods were meticulously curated.

“How many gods does the Oracle Palace have?” Braydon asked.

Curiously, Braydon inquired about the total number of gods within the Oracle Palace.

“Apart from the Great Divine Priest and the ten Divine Priests, there are 172 registered gods. However, only a handful reside within the Oracle Palace, with the majority stationed in the larger cities beyond,” Xetsa disclosed, emphasizing the formidable might of the Oracle Palace.

With nearly 200 warlock emperors under its banner, the Oracle Palace wielded unparalleled authority not only within the Donta Imperial Dynasty but also over many of the aboriginal cities below.

It stood as the undisputed ruling power within the ruins, its dominion extending far and wide.

At the same time, there were many palaces in the Oracle Palace.

As they traversed the palace grounds, their attention was drawn to a towering structure at the center.

A formidable young man stood atop the pitch-black palace, emanating an aura of immense power that seemed to permeate the very air around him.

The intensity of his mental pressure grew, enveloping the entire palace in a radiant glow.

Mental power materialization!

Although the young man’s mental power seemed to have materialized inadvertently, its sheer potency was undeniable, a testament to his exceptional prowess.

This warlock emperor had not only surpassed the pinnacle realm but had ascended to the emperor realm.

Halting in his tracks, Braydon gazed into the distance, his attention drawn to the imposing figure above the palace.

Simultaneously, the sturdy youth fixed his sharp gaze upon Braydon, his eyes seemingly imbued with mental power, carrying a hint of soul-seizing intent.

A trickle of blood escaped from Braydon’s lips as their gazes locked – he was injured.

The chasm in cultivation between them was vast.

Xetsa interjected, stepping in front of Braydon with a furrowed brow. “Divine Son, your mental pressure is excessive!”

“How feeble. I had hoped for a worthy opponent in the descendant of the Divine Lord, but it appears he disappoints. Can such weakness truly stem from the Divine Lord’s bloodline?”

The tall youth’s voice dripped with contempt and disdain.

Xetsa, speaking up in defense of Braydon, stated, “The Divine Lord’s descendant is still in his youth. While you have cultivated for 70 years, the Young Divine Lord is merely 20. He embarked on his martial journey at seven and cultivation at nine, totaling just over a decade. If he is given 70 years, even the Great Divine Priest might struggle to match him, let alone you, Divine Son!”

In her defense, Xetsa inadvertently revealed the Oracle Palace’s thorough investigation into Braydon’s background.

“There are no ‘ifs’ in the path of arts,” the stalwart youth retorted dispassionately.

“Within a year, I shall eradicate your family.”

Braydon remained composed, wiping the blood from his mouth as he calmly stated.

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The Oracle Palace would never let Braydon go in the next one or two years.

Before he left, he had to kill this divine son of the Oracle Palace.

“And what will you use to accomplish this within a year?” The youth’s response was laced with incredulity.

Xetsa hastened to catch up with Braydon, attempting to dissuade him.

“Let’s not act recklessly. He’s cultivated for seventy years, reaching the third level of the emperor realm. You’re not even a supreme pinnacle yet. It’s not feasible to take him down within a year.”