The Strongest War God Chapter 1281 – Chapter 1281: The Strongest Art

Chapter 1281: The Strongest Art

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Behind the Seventh Sovereign Lord, 3,000 stars materialized, launching an assault on Rayha Qhobela and the green-robed man.

“Rayha, flee at once!” urged the green-robed man, showing little concern for his own safety.

It was clear that provoking Braydon Neal’s wrath had led to dire consequences.

The green-robed man had previously warned against crossing Braydon’s boundaries, understanding the weight of karma upon him.

Should Braydon be provoked, the repercussions would extend far beyond Kylo, Heavenly Mountain, and the Ancestral Land.

Yet, none could have foreseen Braydon resorting to the summoning of the martial arts banished immortal.

Driven by vengeance for the Oracle Palace’s transgression against his children, the martial arts banished immortal was willing to sacrifice his own spirituality to summon the deceased.

As the Seventh Sovereign Lord summoned forth the power of 3,000 stars, she casually raised a white jade finger, pointing it lightly in the air.

In an instant, the green-robed man was overcome with terror, his spiritual form reduced to ashes by the onslaught.

Rayha clenched her teeth and attempted to retreat, but the Seventh Sovereign Lord’s power halted her.

The stars transformed into transparent swords, sweeping toward her.

Desperately, she summoned her mental power to defend herself, only to realize her barriers were feeble against the overwhelming force of the stars.

A beam of starlight pierced through Rayha’s body, causing blood to stain the heavens.

“Mother!” cried out Qwara Qhobela, witnessing the grave injury inflicted upon her mother.

Despite the severity of her wounds, Rayha knew she had to escape to survive.

As divine-level beings, those summoned by the Spirit Summoning Monarch Art were formidable, each at the peak of their power.

Their presence alone struck terror into the hearts of all who beheld them.

In an instant, the Seventh Sovereign Lord moved to eliminate them all.

“She’s merely a stray dog. It doesn’t matter if she flees or not.” Jordan Neal remarked nonchalantly.

With a casual motion, he retrieved an item from Braydon’s pouch—a familiar sight, the God Slaying Bow.

“Ah, old friend, reunited at last,” Jordan mused lightly, as if the bow possessed a spirit of its own, emitting a faint tremor in response.

Drawing the bowstring like a full moon, he fired an arrow.

The golden projectile soared through the air, finding its mark with unerring accuracy, aimed directly at Rayha, who stood a thousand miles away.

A hit from the God Slaying Bow spelled certain death.

Despite Rayha’ status as a divine-level entity, it seemed as though the trio before her scarcely regarded her.

After all, each of them had divine-level blood on their hands, with Jordan and Kingsley Jansky even having slain contemporaries who had forged the divine realm.

Meanwhile, the Seventh Sovereign Lord had single-handedly decimated 3,000 regions within the ruins.

Rayha possessed exceptional talent and power, once heralded as a prodigy of her time.

Yet, had she ever stained her hands with the blood of the divine realm?

It wasn’t that Rayha lacked strength.

Any divine capable of reaching the divine realm couldn’t be considered weak.

However, the overwhelming might of these three figures overshadowed her own prowess.

In any era, they could easily dominate.

With Jordan on the left and Kingsley on the right, the duo addressed the Seventh Sovereign Lord in unison, “With your assistance, we hope to rectify past regrets.”

“Both of you, attack together,” commanded the Seventh Sovereign Lord.

Though a woman, she proved no less formidable than any man of her era.

In fact, had it not been for Braydon’s huge secret…

The lineage of the Heavenly Mountain Sovereign Lord had been exclusively female for generations.

However, Braydon’s generation had defied tradition, and subsequent descendants of Heavenly Mountain would return to being female.

This legacy instilled a sense of reverence for women, ensuring that no man dared to underestimate them.

“Two against one?” queried Jordan softly.

“Time is of the essence,” replied the Seventh Sovereign Lord, her lips parting slightly.

If they were to attack one by one, it would leave them time to recover.

This would not give the Seventh Sovereign Lord any chance.

Kingsley calmly asserted, “We shan’t gang up on you. Let each of us engage individually.”

Agreeing to this arrangement, the Seventh Sovereign Lord sought to gauge the might of her esteemed counterparts.

With synchronized precision, they launched their assaults.

As they clashed, Braydon observed from afar, recognizing this as a cherished tradition of the Northern Army: internal discord before confronting a common foe.

The Seventh Sovereign Lord, wielding the power of 3,000 stars, donned a celestial armor of immense weight and resilience.

Meanwhile, Kingsley’s hair, unrestrained, billowed like that of a mighty demon god, infused with ominous power.

“The green lotus nurtures all things. My three green lotuses harbor three types of innate forbidden techniques. Please, allow me to demonstrate,” Kingsley declared as he initiated his attack.

His was not a red lotus; it was the green lotus.

When the red lotus reached the great success stage, it automatically transformed into a green lotus.

Three nine-petal green lotuses hovered behind Kingsley, each pulsating with power.

The first green lotus nurtured a small green sword—a symbol of its bearer, drawing sustenance from the world around it.

This sword, the first treasure born from the three green lotuses, extended into a three-foot-long blade.

As Kingsley wielded it, it seemed as though he had tapped into the very essence of heaven and earth, drawing upon their power for his attack.

The green sword, born and nurtured by the earth, became his weapon against the onslaught of the 3,000 stars.

Infused with the power of heaven and earth of the entire ruin, Kingsley’s strike collided with the celestial onslaught, a testament to his mastery over the forces of nature.

In response, the Seventh Sovereign Lord raised her hand, directing the power of 3,000 stars toward Kingsley.

The sheer magnitude of this force, drawn from the vast expanse of the universe beyond the dome, was a terrifying sight to behold.

Undeterred, Kingsley stood firm, brandishing his sword like a solitary vessel amidst a sea of stars.

In an instant, Jordan took action, harnessing his unparalleled mastery of martial arts to summon forth the peak of martial arts civilization—a banished immortal under his command, capable of wielding control over the very fabric of reality.

The banished immortal formed a seal with his hands and harnessed the majestic power of the 16th ruin, condensing it between his palms before unleashing a direct blast towards the silver star ocean.

Boom!

The silver expanse was obliterated, the stellar power dissipating in an instant.

Remarkably, the battle between the three of them had lasted only a moment, yet it laid waste to the entire Oracle Palace.

In truth, it was the Seventh Sovereign Lord’s assault against Jordan and Kingsley.

“Bright Moon, come forth!” Kingsley called out, his voice echoing with urgency.

The three green lotuses hovered around him, each pulsating with latent energy.

The first unleashed a spirit sword, while the second summoned the bright moon, amplifying Kingsley’s strength to its zenith.

Though time was short, Kingsley knew they had to act swiftly. “Green Lotus God, join the fray!” he commanded.

From the third green lotus emerged another Kingsley, forming a formidable duo capable of fighting in tandem or merging into one entity.

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With the power of three green lotuses at his disposal, Kingsley’s combat prowess surged tenfold.

As the creator of the divine realm, it was no wonder that they regarded Rayha with disdain.

The prodigies of their era paled in comparison to those who had forged entire realms.

With pride, Kingsley declared, “Activate all three green lotuses and unleash our final assault. Whether we succeed or fail, we will dissipate, resolving the regrets of our lives.”

“In that case, let the battle commence!” Jordan’s eyes gleamed with determination as he gazed skyward and bellowed, “Martial arts enveloping the world!”