The Strongest War God Chapter 1397: Intercepted

Chapter 1397: Intercepted

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“I’m here to escort His Highness,” Soul Slave No. 3 volunteered, ensuring Braydon Neal’s safe return.

With his presence, any would-be a.s.sailants would think twice before targeting Braydon.

Kohen Neal swiftly tore through s.p.a.ce with his hands, effortlessly creating a spatial pa.s.sageway.

Braydon regarded him with surprise, recognizing him as a spatial adept—a trait concealed within the Neal family’s bloodline, alongside other hidden strengths such as the hereditary dual-pupils and the latent heavenly path bloodline.

Generations of prosperous spatial bodies.

The Neal family was born with a unique advantage.

It was indeed unusual.

When he had time, he could ask Kohen.

Upon Braydon’s return to the family, he was accompanied by the devoted soul slave and guarded by several ancestral protectors, a testament to his unparalleled potential in the Spirit Sea.

As Braydon and Soul Slave No. 3 traversed the spatial pa.s.sage, the darkness was suddenly rent asunder by a barrage of lethal weapons, their razor-sharp edges cleaving through the fabric of s.p.a.ce itself.

A ferocious sword energy bore down on Braydon, threatening to end his life.

“How dare you!” Soul Slave No. 3 roared in outrage, taken aback by the audacity of the attackers.

He understood well that Braydon’s exploits within the Ivory Tower had undoubtedly caught the attention of the influential figures responsible for shaping the Spirit Sea.

Moreover, key figures from beyond the cosmos had already begun their descent, likely to arrive within the next four to five years.

During this crucial period, the Hall of Souls’ foremost duty was to ensure Braydon’s safety.

Any harm befalling him would result in dire consequences for all soul slaves, facing punishment from the Hall of Souls.

In the midst of this, Braydon found himself intercepted.

Enraged, Soul Slave No. 3 launched a bold counterattack, unleas.h.i.+ng laws of the path from within him—a formless essence intricately repaired by an unknown hand.

The ethereal laws enveloped Braydon, s.h.i.+elding him as they guided him away from imminent danger, the spatial pa.s.sage already rendered impa.s.sable.

Although it was highly improbable for a spatial adept to lose their bearings in the void, the threat posed by the relentless sword energy was undeniable.

The laws of the path effectively nullified the onslaught, though the sheer force left him visibly shaken, a trickle of blood staining his lips.

The presence of formidable experts within the Spirit Sea was unmistakable, prompting Braydon to fix a steely gaze upon a figure garbed in purple amidst the boundless darkness.

As Braydon was safely escorted out of harm’s way, Soul Slave No. 3 seethed with fury, itching to pursue the purple-robed a.s.sailant.

Their brazen attack on Braydon within the Spirit Sea amounted to a direct challenge to the authority of the Hall of Souls.

If anything were to happen to Braydon, all the soul slaves would share his fate.

The entire Spirit Sea Nurturing Ground paled in significance compared to Braydon’s safety.

It was a rare occurrence for a nurturing ground to produce such an extraordinary uncrowned talent.

This realization prompted Braydon to venture beyond its confines.

Although affected by the sword energy, Kohen had not been the intended target and thus emerged relatively unscathed.

“Braydon, are you alright?” His concern for Braydon was evident.

“I’m fine,” Braydon rea.s.sured, wiping away a trace of blood from his lip.

Braydon pondered the ident.i.ty of his a.s.sailant.

Given the Neal family’s numerous adversaries within the Spirit Sea, it wouldn’t be surprising if an old foe sought his demise.

Shortly thereafter, Soul Slave No. 3 emerged from the spatial void, wearing a troubled expression.

“The attacker was cautious and swiftly retreated after missing their mark,” he reported.

“Senior, can you discern the a.s.sailant’s faction?” Kohen inquired.

Soul Slave No. 3 shook his head.

“My knowledge of the outside world is limited, having spent much of my time in seclusion within the Hall of Souls. However, the attacker’s strength likely matches or even exceeds mine.”

Kohen was taken aback.

Who could possess such formidable power and harbor ill intent toward Braydon?

“It’s an island master from Demon Saint Island in the Spirit Sea,” a soft voice interjected.

“Third Ancestor!” Kohen exclaimed, his expression s.h.i.+fting abruptly as he turned to face the source of the voice.

From the distance across the sea, an elderly man in a gray robe made his leisurely approach.

Though appearing swift, his pace was deceptively unhurried.

His presence commanded reverence, causing Kohen to bow in deference—it was none other than the third ancestor of the Neal family, grandson of the First Ancestor, still alive to this day.

Soul Slave No. 3 reacted with disbelief.

“Fontane Neal, you’re alive?” he exclaimed, shocked by the unexpected revelation.

Fontane shook his head with a hint of resignation.

“My days are numbered,” he admitted, acknowledging his dwindling lifespan.

Despite residing in seclusion within the Neal family, many a.s.sumed he had long pa.s.sed away, his existence known only to a select few.

A flicker of apprehension crossed Soul Slave No. 3’s features.

He, reliant on the Hall of Souls for survival, couldn’t fathom how Fontane had endured.

Upon hearing Fontane mention Demon Saint Island, Soul Slave No. 3’s brow furrowed deeply.

He was familiar with the island, a perilous domain nestled in the Spirit Sea’s core—a sanctuary for spirit beasts and a no-go zone for humans.

Without further ado, Fontane whisked Braydon away with a wave of his sleeve, and the two returned to the Neal family estate.

During their journey, Braydon queried, “What is Demon Saint Island?”

“It’s the sacred domain of demon beasts, forbidden to humans,” Fontane replied succinctly.

Fontane’s expression softened as he began to elucidate. “Since the inception of the Spirit Sea, it has harbored numerous enigmatic locales. Some of these mystic realms, however, are not solely the domain of humans but belong more so to spirit beasts.

“Demon Saint Island, for instance, boasts a formidable legacy. It has the power to bestow spirit beasts with human forms, allowing them to ascend to formidable heights. It’s a forbidden realm for cultivators.

“The a.s.sailant who targeted you earlier was an island master of Demon Saint Island, Loukith Wacera.”

As a witness to the Neal family’s ancestral beginnings and one of the oldest figures in the Spirit Sea, Fontane possessed unparalleled knowledge of its inner workings.

Having lived for ten thousand years, he was well-versed in its intricacies.

Braydon found out in part about the events surrounding Demon Saint Island and its propensity to closely monitor the Ivory Tower’s developments.

Should they detect a super-genius emerging among humans, they would swiftly move to eliminate the threat.

In the Spirit Sea, the transformation of a spirit beast into human form marked the emergence of a demon—an inherent adversary to humans, borne from deep-seated racial enmity.

Retreating to the No.0 Courtyard, Braydon found solace in its impenetrable security.

Few dared to challenge the Neal family’s stronghold, fortified by centuries of acc.u.mulation and safeguarded by formidable experts like Third Ancestor Fontane.

His presence alone served as a powerful deterrent.

Aware of the dire consequences of provoking the Neal family, no faction in the Spirit Sea wished to incite a large-scale conflict.

The specter of annihilation loomed over any who dared to test their might against the Neal family, deterring even the most ambitious adversaries.