The Strongest War God

Chapter 1355: Furious, Going Crazy!

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

They all understood that leveling a ruin required the battle prowess of an extreme divine.

How else could one confront dozens of divine-level characters?

Braydon Neal’s rapid growth was truly astonishing.

“If the Young Master learns about Trevon, I can assure you that everyone here will meet their end,” Old Crane stated with an air of indifference.

His words sent a chill down everyone’s spine.

“It’s been six months since that incident,” the purple-robed man interjected with frustration. “Has there been no response from the ruins?”

“The Kylo Ruins, the sacred grounds, are the final resting place of our predecessors and elders. Why would they feel obliged to respond?” Old Crane retorted coldly.

Old Crane’s familiarity with the temperaments of the elders in the Kylo Ruins was undeniable.

“Ah,” sighed the Master of Kylo. “Let’s await Braydon’s arrival.”

Silence enveloped the hall.

If Braydon had not reached great success, Kylo could still have contained him.

However, recent reports indicated Braydon emerged from the 16th ruin after having eliminated over 30 divine-level characters.

Clearly, he possessed the strength of an extreme divine.

If he went rogue, who on Mount Kylo could thwart him?

Even if they could, it would come at an exorbitant cost.

Besides, the consequences of turning against Braydon would be dire.

Braydon’s ascension to the position of Master of Kylo was inevitable.

In a serene courtyard nestled deep within the Kylo Palace, a beautiful woman cradled a three-year-old boy in her arms, her face aglow with affection.

The boy appeared pale, weary, and his aura feeble, as if he were battling a severe illness.

The woman was Heather Sage, and the boy was Trevon Neal. Both were frozen by Braydon and entrusted to Old Crane for escort to Kylo.

However, in less than a month, tragedy struck.

Within the Kylo Ruins, an ancient entity sneaked into the Kylo Cold Pond to steal the mystic ice to extend the life of one of its descendants.

In doing so, it stole the ice that was used to seal Trevon and drained all of his blood to trade for his descendant’s longevity.

If it had happened just once, it might have been bearable; at worst, Trevon would have suffered severe injuries.

However, this entity was cunning.

It took Trevon away and subjected him to daily blood extraction using spirit herbs, replacing his blood with that of its descendant.

This torture persisted for three months until Trevon was finally discovered.

Outrage swept through Mount Kylo.

The revered lineage of Kylo, symbolizing purity and sanctity, had faced such a vile act in its midst.

The current Master of Kylo, Braydon’s teacher, was incensed.

Trevon was not just his student but also his grand-disciple.

Furious, the Master of Kylo launched an attack on the Kylo Ruins, demanding answers and seeking retribution.

However, he was halted by the ancient entity within, which offered to make amends for Trevon’s suffering.

But could such a gesture make up for three months of torture that had left Trevon’s frail body and life force utterly shattered?

The life force was fading, and death seemed imminent!

This was Braydon’s eldest son, the young master of the Northern Army.

Could he really perish just like that?

The entity in the Kylo Ruins not only sought to preserve its descendants but also coveted Trevon’s extraordinary martial arts talent and the power inherent in his bloodline.

By forcibly extracting his blood, it drained everything from Trevon and bestowed it upon its own descendant.

From the moment Trevon was born, he had astonished everyone.

At the connate pinnacle realm, he had already opened his spiritual aperture and possessed extraordinary power.

What incredible talent!

Braydon had believed Kylo to be the safest haven and entrusted his wife and son there.

Little did he know that they would be thrust into such peril.

Mount Kylo, once shrouded in mystique and reverence, now found itself embroiled in scandal.

Such revelations were not just embarrassing but deeply troubling.

In a serene courtyard, Heather held her son close.

Trevon, nestled in her mother’s embrace, softly uttered, “Mommy, I miss Daddy.” Despite spending only a few months with his father since birth, Trevon and Braydon shared a natural bond, transcending the distance between them.

Blood ties ran deep, anchoring them together.

Despite Braydon’s formidable presence in the outside world, at home, he was simply a father.

“Daddy is busy with something right now, but he’ll surely come to see Trevon as soon as he can,” Heather reassured gently.

“I feel so cold,” Trevon weakly murmured.

His life force was fading away.

The spiritual aperture he had opened was now closing again.

Trevon’s condition was even worse than that of an ordinary child’s—all thanks to what happened.

It was evident to everyone that once Braydon set foot on Mount Kylo, it would undoubtedly trigger a violent upheaval.

If justice wasn’t served by Kylo, repercussions would be severe.

Braydon would not hesitate to massacre the entire Mount Kylo.

This notion added to the tension.

Worried faces abounded among the denizens of Mount Kylo.

In their small courtyard, mother and son leaned on each other for support.

Yet, even now, Braydon remained unaware of the atrocities that had unfolded at Mount Kylo.

If he knew the truth…

He’d fight his way out of the 16th ruin at any cost.

Braydon had safeguarded the nation for over a decade, yet he couldn’t protect his own wife and children.

The irony was profound—the few people he cherished most were left unprotected.

At the foot of Mount Kylo, the white-robed Braydon had finally arrived!

Gazing up at the mountain, he recalled his youth when he came here to learn the Great Void of Kylo Art.

Over a decade had passed in the blink of an eye—a reunion with an old haunt.

Braydon’s voice rang out, clear and commanding, as he announced, “Braydon Neal of the Military Department pays respects to Mount Kylo!”

Braydon arrived at Mount Kylo in his capacity as a member of the military.

Despite having numerous mentors supporting him, his official status as the leader of the hundred generals in the military remained unchanged.

His voice echoed throughout Mount Kylo.

In the Kylo Celestial Palace, the current Master of Kylo presided over the assembly.

He glanced at Old Crane and the others. “How is it that there’s no one to greet the return of the young master of Kylo?”

“I am not fit to face him,” replied Old Crane, known for his kindness and occasional mischief.

His admission was unexpected.

How could he face Braydon again?

Braydon had entrusted his wife and children to him and ventured into the 16th ruin alone, battling for ten months—a journey that seemed like a path to certain death.

Yet, Braydon’s only son had been harmed on Mount Kylo.

Was Kylo bullying the Neals?

Were they targeting Trevon because he lacked support?

The current Master of Kylo had no choice but to personally lead everyone to the foot of the mountain to greet Braydon.

“Braydon!” he greeted gently.

“Teacher,” Braydon acknowledged with a slight bow.

“Let’s ascend the mountain,” the purple-robed middle-aged man invited, avoiding any mention of Trevon.

They exchanged no words on the matter.

However, at the peak of Mount Kylo, a mother and her son stood silently.

Heather held young Trevon’s hand, gazing down at Braydon at the foot of the mountain, her eyes misting over.

The mother and son had endured too much.

“Teacher, I’ve come to take Heather and my children with me,” Braydon requested.

The current Lord of Kylo sighed softly.

Some things were difficult to express, even for him.

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