The Strongest War God

Chapter 1356: Justice for My Son

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

How could he broach this matter?

The purple-robed middle-aged man hesitated.

“What’s happened?” Braydon Neal inquired calmly.

“Trevon has had an accident,” the purple-robed middle-aged man responded.

Instantly, Braydon released a formidable aura, causing everyone present to stagger.

Even the current Master of Kylo was affected, his expression filled with shock.

Braydon’s aura was overwhelmingly powerful.

A surge of mental power emanated from Braydon, enveloping the entire Mount Kylo.

No one could withstand the penetration of his mental power.

Instantly, Braydon sensed the presence of the mother and son on the mountain peak and darted there.

“Daddy!” Trevon Neal greeted with reliance, but his feeble aura and weakened life force couldn’t escape Braydon’s notice.

Braydon scooped up his son, his eyes filled with anguish, turning red in an instant.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

He held Trevon tightly, his voice hoarse as he addressed Heather Sage, “Who did this?”

“It was Gabriel Mathis, the seventieth elder of Kylo Ruins,” Heather replied, her clear eyes now red with tears streaming down her face.

Though her eyes were filled with tears, she couldn’t seek justice for her son.

After Heather recounted what had happened to Trevon, silence fell over the gathering, with the current Master of Kylo, Old Crane, and others standing by Braydon’s side.

A divine weapon materialized in Braydon’s hand!

The black spear stretched three meters long, its spearhead gleaming with sharpness.

It was a divine level weapon he’d acquired after defeating an aboriginal divine expert.

With his son cradled in his left arm, Braydon gripped the spear tightly and let out a thunderous roar into the sky.

His fury was palpable!

Braydon had few living relatives, and his tumultuous upbringing had instilled in him a deep appreciation for family bonds.

Married with children of his own, the persecution of his eldest son struck him to the core.

“Justice for my son!” His voice echoed across the landscape, reverberating through the very air.

On Mount Kylo, snowflakes danced in the air as Braydon’s untamed black hair billowed in the wind, a testament to his agitation.

“Braydon, the elder surely has an explanation for this,” the current Master of Kylo attempted to reason.

“Explanation?” Braydon’s gaze fell upon his suffering son. “Someone will pay for this with their life!”

His resolve was clear.

No single individual would suffice; Braydon sought to hold the entire Kylo lineage accountable for his son’s suffering.

Unsatisfied with mere explanations, Braydon was determined to exact justice himself.

With his son in tow, he surged toward Kylo Ruins, his divine-level spear leading the charge.

Behind Braydon, 3,000 mental paths emanated.

Their power was magnified by 3,000 times.

This unleashed his battle prowess to its fullest, equivalent to 900,000 times the might of an emperor.

For comparison, an extreme divine had 100,000 times the power.

In other words, Braydon’s strength surpassed theirs ninefold.

Standing tall between heaven and earth, he seemed unstoppable.

The current Master of Kylo watched in utter shock.

His voice trembled as he urged everyone to retreat, knowing full well that no one could thwart Braydon today.

Having reached such heights in cultivation, Braydon’s might was unrivaled.

Even the first generation human emperor, who had walked the path of 3,000 imperial paths, had only reached the emperor realm.

In ancient times, he had dominated, suppressing countless emperor-level characters with his prowess.

The title of human emperor commanded awe.

With a divine-level weapon in hand, Braydon boldly stormed into Kylo Ruins, the most enigmatic place on Mount Kylo.

But before him stood formidable guardians at the entrance.

“No trespassing!” Two white-haired elders warned coldly. “The Kylo Holy Land is off-limits!”

Braydon’s eyes flashed with lethal intent.

With a swift motion of his spear, the two elders were impaled instantly.

At the entrance loomed a bronze door adorned with a depiction of Mount Kylo, and above it hung a plaque.

Kylo Ruins!

It resembled a decrepit structure, yet it held the greatest secret of Mount Kylo, known only to the successive Kylo Masters.

But now, Braydon had pierced through it with his spear, forcefully prying open the closed bronze door.

Even with the door destroyed, Braydon could still traverse between the two realms at will.

His fusion with the Space Heart granted him mastery over spatial passages, rendering them as navigable as flat ground.

As Braydon ventured into the ruins, his intrusion sent shockwaves throughout Kylo.

Countless elders and experts were alarmed, converging on the scene.

Ultimately, Braydon was halted by the current Master of Kylo, who forbade his involvement in the matter.

“Don’t act rashly. I’ll handle this,” the current Master of Kylo declared, accompanied by Old Crane.

However, the people of Mount Kylo voiced out, “Master, the ruins were wrong. Young Master Neal is the strongest heir in the history of Mount Kylo. He cultivated the Great Void of Kylo Art to the fifth level several years ago.

“Throughout the history of Kylo, how many people can compare to him!”

The despicable actions of the ruins had left others discontented.

To harm a child in such a manner was seen as reprehensible.

Old Crane sighed, offering a cryptic remark: “In the ruins, there are geniuses unknown to us all.”

His words left the gathering in solemn reflection.

Behind the entrance to Kylo Ruins, Braydon pressed onward, undeterred.

Upon passing through the door, Braydon found himself in a spacious hall, where silence reigned supreme.

A burly middle-aged man reclined with his eyes shut, undisturbed until Braydon and his son entered, drawn by the opening of the bronze door.

Opening his eyes, the man spoke with an air of authority, “Who dares intrude upon the ruins? Hmm? And who is this child?”

Although he did not recognize Braydon, Trevon was a familiar presence throughout the ruins.

Kylo Ruins was independent of the world and was high above.

Those who could enter the ruins were all important figures.

Any one of them could suppress the entire world’s martial arts.

However, Braydon wasn’t swayed.

“Where is Gabriel Mathis?” he demanded, pointing his spear at the middle-aged man.

Unfazed, the man inquired about the child’s identity.

Trevon, feeling scared, sought solace in Braydon’s embrace, whispering weakly, “Daddy, I’m scared.”

Trevon had endured three months of torment, subjected to nightly blood transfusions, a secret known only to those within the ruins.

No one outside the ruins knew about it because he had been brought to the ruins.

Filled with righteous fury, Braydon’s resolve hardened.

“The child’s father is the current young master of Mount Kylo, Braydon Neal?” The burly man frowned.

“Get Gabriel Mathis to show himself within three seconds. Otherwise, I’ll kill everyone I see today!”

Braydon’s spear emanated an intense coldness, reflecting his resolve.

Braydon felt indebted to the current Master of Kylo.

And Old Crane was the only one Braydon considered a friend; the rest held no affection from him.

The burly man seethed with fury. “How dare you!”

With only three seconds granted, Braydon launched his attack without hesitation.

“Stop!”

The current Master of Kylo and Old Crane rushed in, their expressions shifting dramatically as they tried to intervene.

However, Braydon’s spear remained sharp and unstoppable.

Who could withstand its relentless advance?