The Strongest War God Chapter 1377: Young Master

Chapter 1377: Young Master

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Jaromir Neal spoke firmly, “Braydon hesitates to enter the Spirit Sea due to lingering concerns in the outside world. Could you allow him some time to attend to these trivial matters?”

“The ancestor has decreed to welcome one person back. We cannot postpone it.”

Remington Neal slowly shook his head, carrying out the ancestor’s orders.

However, they seemed to overlook something crucial.

The old ancestor’s decree was to welcome, not coerce.

Braydon Neal had spent half his life battling, and coercion was his greatest irritation.

The king of the northern territory remained unmoved by threats.

“I won’t willingly venture into the Spirit Sea,” Braydon’s voice softened, “but if you insist on making me go, I will not hesitate to resist.”

“Braydon!” Jaromir was taken aback, knowing the consequences of his actions would make them adversaries.

“Arrogant!” the burly middle-aged man bellowed in anger. “You won’t learn unless you’re taught a lesson!”

Another young man stepped forward, br.i.m.m.i.n.g with rage.

Remington stayed silent, understanding that a rebellious prodigy like Braydon wouldn’t depart without enduring some hards.h.i.+p.

“I am Sherrard Neal,” the burly man announced, exuding his aura, “of the saint realm.”

“Braydon Neal, third level of the emperor realm,” Braydon replied nonchalantly.

Was the saint realm superior to the divine realm?

Braydon could already guess.

“Emperor realm?” Sherrard’s astonishment was evident.

“No wonder he caught the ancestor’s eye. An emperor realm expert who can obliterate the 8th pond… If he reaches the divine realm, he’s bound to triumph over a saint realm expert.”

Within the hundred-man team, att.i.tudes toward Braydon began to s.h.i.+ft gradually.

Most of the family’s prodigies were safeguarded—a cornerstone for the family’s survival.

If they started targeting and eliminating the talents among them, the family would likely perish within a millennium.

In-fighting sapped the family’s strength; fostering conflict within was unwise.

Sherrard let out a scornful snort. “Even if you’re heaven’s chosen one, I’ll show you what it truly means to be supreme. You need to learn there are others deserving of your respect in this world.”

“Enough chatter,” Braydon remained composed.

It wasn’t his place to school the Northern King!

Enraged, Sherrard launched an attack.

A path emerged behind him, adorned with intricate runes.

Three runes.

The path of metal.

In the emperor realm, comprehension of the chains of order could be seen as the rudimentary form of the paths, marking complete advancement upon entering the saint realm.

At that point, one could cultivate the laws of the path.

“Hmph!” Sherrard scoffed. “You haven’t glimpsed the laws of the path in the outside world, have you?”

With those words, his laws of the path bore down, their immense pressure akin to the will of heaven and earth.

Jaromir couldn’t stand by as Sherrard threatened Braydon.

He launched a bold attack, activating his eye-bloodline technique: six-eyed dual-pupils.

“Stop!” Jaromir’s fury was palpable.

The presence of these family members was unwelcome today.

“Jaromir, you mustn’t interfere,” Remington admonished.

“Sir, it’s not just about my involvement. If you harm him, my elder brother and those crazy guys will make your life difficult!” Jaromir a.s.serted, positioning himself protectively in front of Braydon.

Remington was taken aback, understanding Jaromir’s implication.

The elder brother referred to the eldest of the thirteen Spirit Sea disciples, also the Neal family’s nine-eyed dual-pupil bearer.

And the crazy guys were the thirteen Spirit Sea disciples themselves—peerless talents with limitless potential.

After Jaromir activated his dual-pupils, Sherrard too activated his eye technique in response; otherwise, he wouldn’t even merit a conversation with Jaromir.

Sherrard widened his dual-pupils.

He was merely an ordinary bearer of dual-pupils!

Even within the family, those who surpa.s.sed the ordinary dual-pupil status were rare.

Dual-pupils were inherently formidable, but those with innate superiority over them were considered beings beyond mere genius.

Sensing something amiss, Remington inquired, “You are going to great lengths to s.h.i.+eld him. The eldest young master wishes to protect him as well. All thirteen children of the Spirit Sea are also inclined to protect him. Who is he?”

“He is…” Jaromir’s words trailed off.

Behind him, Braydon’s gaze s.h.i.+fted.

Ten magatama manifested behind him.

Braydon stepped forward.

Silence engulfed the surroundings.

“Ten-eyed dual-pupils!” Remington gasped.

“Thir… Thirteenth Master!” Sherrard stumbled over his words.

The entire hundred-strong a.s.sembly was stunned.

The appearance of ten-eyed dual-pupils in the human realm was unprecedented.

In an instant, Remington’s complexion drained.

He knelt on one knee, his voice trembling, “May the G.o.ds bless our family. Welcome back, Young Master!”

“We welcome the return of the Young Master!” echoed throughout.

Sherrard also knelt.

The hundred men dispersed.

Thirteen, bearer of the ten-eyed dual-pupils, defied the order of the Spirit Sea in his youth ten years ago.

Upon his demise, the old ancestor wept bitterly and initiated an unprecedented conflict within the Spirit Sea’s forbidden territory.

He slew a formidable ancient ent.i.ty behind the guardians of order and grievously wounded two others.

The ancestor suffered grave injuries, casting a pall of sorrow over the entire family.

Their beacon of hope seemed extinguished.

Now, that beacon flickered back to life.

“If news of the Young Master’s return reaches us, we’ll greet him with all the respect befitting a family head!” Remington’s voice quivered with excitement.

From birth, Thirteen had been designated as the family head, unchallenged in his position.

Even those with nine-eyed dual-pupils had to yield.

“I was out of line earlier. Please forgive me, Young Master!” Sherrard’s complexion paled.

He had brazenly said that he wanted to teach Braydon a lesson.

Now, he did not know if he was going to live or die.

“Braydon is Thirteen, yet he isn’t,” Jaromir’s voice was gentle.

A stunned silence fell upon everyone.

“Back then, we, the thirteen sons, pooled our efforts to safeguard Thirteen’s remaining soul and infused it into Braydon’s body,” Jaromir explained softly. “But Braydon subdued the lingering soul, sealing it within his bloodline’s depths. For over twenty years, it remained dormant.”

“What?” Remington’s astonishment was palpable. “His bloodline surpa.s.ses the Young Master’s?”

“Yes,” Jaromir confirmed, his realization dawning just today. “Braydon has merged with Thirteen’s remnant soul, becoming one. He is Thirteen, yet not Thirteen. He’s awakened his ten-eyed dual-pupils and possesses Thirteen’s abilities.”

“A similar bloom has emerged,” Jaromir added softly.

Similar blooms, not the original.

Remington and the others were stunned as they gazed at the decree in their hands, sensing a dawning realization of why the ancestor had instructed them to welcome back an individual.

It was a gesture of hospitality, not a veiled threat.

They had come dangerously close to misinterpreting it.

Braydon’s gaze bore into Sherrard, causing him to feel as though his soul might escape his body.

“If you weren’t of our kin, I would have ended you right here and now,” Braydon’s eyes flashed with icy resolve.

Given Sherrard’s earlier provocation, an aborigine would have met his end swiftly at Braydon’s hands.

However, facing someone of the same bloodline, a fellow family member, Braydon suppressed his murderous intent.

Yet, he remained resolute in his refusal to enter the Spirit Sea.

Suddenly, a weary sigh echoed from the young man at the rear of the Neal family group.

The voice seemed incongruous with his youthful appearance—it carried the weight of age.

It was a spiritual imprint.

The Neal family ancestor had placed the spiritual imprint on the youth, allowing him to trail along with the group.