The Strongest War God Chapter 1362 - Jaromir Neal and Cassian Lavoie

Chapter 1362: Jaromir Neal and Ca.s.sian Lavoie

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Third Brother, get Boss and the others on the line. Today, we’re putting an end to Kylo!” Constantine Siegel’s tone was icy, his resolve unwavering.

Even now, Konnor Lombardo persisted in discussing Kylo’s internal affairs.

Constantine and Fredrich Truitt had come solely for Braydon Neal and Trevon Neal, yet Kylo barred their intervention.

Trevon had suffered three months of torture, his heavenly path bloodline drained, his vitality extinguished—all without receiving justice from Kylo.

And now, they dared to provoke Constantine and his companions?

Did they truly believe that the thirteen Spirit Sea disciples feared Kylo?

Fredrich’s hands moved swiftly, forming a seal as his fingers danced, conjuring an invisible force that coalesced into a circular mirror resembling water ripples.

Within the mirror lay boundless darkness, suggesting a concealed chamber devoid of life.

“What’s the matter, Third Brother?” queried a deep voice from within the mirror.

“Big Brother, Kylo used a secret technique to drain Trevon’s heavenly path bloodline, extinguis.h.i.+ng his life force. He has less than a month left,” Fredrich explained solemnly.

Within the water mirror, a blurred figure gradually materialized, its eyes sporting six pupils, instilling fear with just their gaze.

“Second Brother is on his way. Fourth Brother will arrive in fifteen minutes. Fifth Brother is trapped in the Fallen Star Mystery Realm and may have found something valuable. Sixth and Seventh Brothers are together and will join us within the hour. Eighth Brother eliminated a guardian of order yesterday, so he’s laying low for two days. With the few of you, Kylo will crumble,” echoed a deep, male voice after a brief pause.

His indifferent words sent s.h.i.+vers down everyone’s spines.

As the leader of the thirteen Spirit Seas disciples, his aura was undeniably chilling, yet undeniably awe-inspiring—especially since his concern was linked to Thirteen, ensuring the swift response of his comrades.

Despite Boss’s prolonged seclusion due to certain issues spanning three decades, they couldn’t evade the ire of this enigmatic figure.

The provocation had roused him, ready to mete out retribution.

“Wait!”

Konnor’s expression s.h.i.+fted abruptly, attempting to forestall the impending clash.

But it was too late; Kylo had unwittingly incurred the wrath of numerous formidable adversaries.

Above Kylo City, a spatial portal materialized, heralding the arrival of a formidable ent.i.ty.

Through the portal, a towering figure forcefully carved a path, signaling an ultra-long-distance teleportation.

Moments earlier, Boss had signaled for Second Brother’s immediate presence, and now, a spatial doorway manifested—three meters in height and two in width.

Emerging from this pa.s.sage was a youth garbed in white robes, exuding a subtle hint of femininity in his phoenix-like eyes.

With a faint smile, he announced, “Spirit Sea’s Jaromir Neal has come to pay Kylo a visit!”

“Second brother!”

Constantine and Fredrich greeted him respectfully, acknowledging his authority.

Meanwhile, within Star Tower, the artifact spirit was astounded.

“d.a.m.n, a great-success spatial body. That Truitt guy must be wielding an innate overlord body, and Siegel, an innate dual-pupil. And the leader—truly terrifying. Where in the world did all these prodigies spring from?”

The revelation threw Star Tower into disarray, realizing that the true talents had long concealed themselves within the Spirit Sea’s core.

He had waited in the 16th ruin to no avail; otherwise, he would have long pa.s.sed on the inheritance to his successor.

“This matter…” Konnor’s expression turned solemn.

“No need for explanations, as I am here. I don’t require explanations!”

Jaromir spoke with the genteel smile of a gentleman as he ascended into the sky, each step accompanied by the blossoming of a lotus.

“Braydon, he’s your family. The heavenly path bloodline. It definitely carries the aura of the heavenly path bloodline. He—”

Before the artifact spirit could finish his sentence, Jaromir’s gaze fell upon Braydon, a radiant smile adorning his face.

“Thirteen, it’s been a while. Tell the artifact spirit in your body to keep quiet. Let me embrace Trevon.”

“Uncle Jaromir!” exclaimed Trevon Neal, eagerly extending his arms for a hug.

It was evident that they had met before and shared a natural closeness, stemming from their shared origin and family—the Neal family.

Jaromir lifted Trevon gently, showering him with affection. “Little one, the heavenly path bloodline in your veins has been drained. In the Spirit Sea, no one dares to covet the heavenly path bloodline of the Neal family.”

“Second Brother…” began Constantine, his words trailing off.

“Who did this?” Jaromir’s gaze s.h.i.+fted to him calmly.

“It was him!” Trevon pointed at Gabriel Mathis with his tiny hand.

In an instant, Jaromir’s hand shot out, aiming to seize Gabriel.

“Stop!” intervened Konnor, his expression darkening as he stepped forward.

Despite any wrongdoing on the part of Kylo’s seventieth elder, it was Kylo’s internal matter, and he sought to s.h.i.+eld them from external interference.

Jaromir cast a glance in his direction, and suddenly, s.p.a.ce began to overlap—ninety-nine layers folding upon each other.

What lay merely ten meters apart now felt like thousands of miles, bridging countless worlds.

Such was the dread inspired by a great-success spatial body—a single thought could reshape s.p.a.ce itself.

Konnor found himself obstructed, his path impeded by Jaromir.

Meanwhile, Gabriel was flung back into Jaromir’s grasp, his countenance etched with fear.

Even a divine-level figure stood defenseless against this formidable power.

“I’ve sensed your bloodline aura,” Jaromir intoned, his voice probing. “Today, both your descendants and ancestors shall meet their end.”

“No!” Gabriel exclaimed, gripped by terror.

In the surrounding s.p.a.ce, black lines materialized, intersecting and converging upon Gabriel.

In an instant, the divine-level figure was reduced to a thumb-sized piece of flesh, neatly severed and left to fall to the ground—a swift and decisive execution.

“A talent capable of wielding the hundred-thread stream within s.p.a.ce—how terrifying,” remarked Star Tower’s artifact spirit in astonishment.

Simultaneously, from the eastern reaches of the Kylo Ruins, a powerful energy surge reverberated.

A crimson vermilion bird soared across the heavens, its colossal wingspan blotting out the sun.

Perched atop the bird was a rugged figure—a wild man.

“Ca.s.sian Lavoie of the Spirit Sea has arrived to pay a visit to Kylo!” announced a voice, as a scarlet spear, emanating an aura of formidable pressure, hurtled toward the Kylo ancestral grounds, landing with pinpoint accuracy.

The spear emitted a chilling sharpness and an unmistakable aura of death.

“Old dogs of Kylo, show yourselves for the Fourth Master!”

The sound waves reverberated with boundless arrogance as the super-prodigies of the Spirit Sea launched a direct a.s.sault on Kylo.

With a single thrust, the spear struck Kylo’s ancestral grounds, compelling the old guardians to emerge.

The force of the strike roused a thousand elders from their slumber, shattering the icy facade of Kylo’s restraint and igniting their fury.

Amidst sighs and grumblings, some of the old men aided Konnor in breaking free from the spatial overlap, allowing him to step forward.

As the elderly figures of Kylo began to a.s.semble—one after another, clad in Daoist robes—emotions varied from anger to resignation to confusion.

Konnor’s expression soured, caught off guard by the escalating chaos.

Despite Ca.s.sian’s wild demeanor, he still addressed Jaromir and Fredrich respectfully. “Second Brother, Third Brother, Ninth Brother, and Thirteenth Brother!”

“Combat physique?” exclaimed the artifact spirit of Star Tower in astonishment, realizing the emergence of yet another prodigious talent.

The combat physique was tailor-made for combat—an unstoppable force akin to a war deity, dormant until unleashed, possessing unparalleled demonic might.

Its potential was staggering, growing ever more formidable with each encounter.

As four formidable figures descended, Lino Whipple, the current Master of Kylo, addressed Braydon.

“Braydon, the elders will ensure justice for Trevon. Kylo owes you a debt of grat.i.tude for accepting your legacy.”

Indeed, Kylo was indebted to Braydon, but Braydon had come seeking justice for his son.