The Strongest War God Chapter 395: The Might of the Country is Vast!

Chapter 395: The Might of the Country is Vast!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

At the foot of Mount Sheburg.

The soldiers of the northern army’s first legion were already on standby.

The 100,000 elite cavalries unsheathed their cold swords and shouted in unison, “The northern army’s first legion awaits orders!”

The voice of iron and blood was like a tiger roaring on Mount Sheburg!

At this moment, the expressions of the monks on Mount Sheburg changed.

Was the northern army crazy?

They actually mobilized 100,000 elite cavalries to camp at the foot of Mount Sheburg.

With a single order, if 100,000 cavalries swept through Mount Sheburg, the thousand-year-old temple would be flattened!

Of course, these monks were afraid!

Braydon put his hands behind his back and chuckled. “Since the establishment of the northern army, hundreds of countries outside the borders have threatened to kill the first regimental commander of the northern army! I’m not even surprised.

“That is a war between nations. Both sides are enemies and want to kill each other’s enemy generals.

“But in the entire country, the Shaolin Temple is the first to want to kill the northern army’s regimental commander.”

Braydon’s words were very light, as if he did not have the air of the mortal world.

This group of old monks dared to hurt Cole Colbie.

They were really courting death!

Braydon flicked his finger, and the thin layer of ice covering his body shattered.

As his snow-white robe hung in the sky, his indifferent voice sounded,

“Cole, the instant technique is all about the will, not the form. You have form but no will, so you can’t even use 20% of the power of the instant technique!” Braydon made his move.

So what if they were eighteen arhats, even if they were all kings, Braydon did not care.

He was going to break the eighteen-arhat formation!

Braydon did not even move his blade, but his speed increased in a flas.h.!.+

At this moment, Braydon’s speed had increased by several folds.

To what extent?

It reached subsonic speed!

Cracks appeared on the dustless cloth on his body, and then it shattered, revealing his thin upper body.

At this moment, Braydon’s speed was too fast.

Afterimages appeared in the dark night.

An afterimage appeared on the Deak of Mount Sheburz.

What a terrifying speed!

The afterimages were like a gentle breeze that made the wind and thunder pale in comparison.

Cole could not help but be dumbfounded at this sight.

He had been practicing the instant technique for many years, and his progress was slow. Now, he was immersed in Braydon’s conception of the instant technique.

At this moment, it would be easy for the eighteen arhats to take Cole’s life!

But don’t forget, Braydon was making a move.

None of the eighteen arhats had the chance to attack.

In an instant, the bronze staffs in the hands of the eighteen arhats were all broken, and each of their chests received a palm strike.

Everyone’s sternum collapsed, and they spat out blood as they were sent flying.

In the blink of an eye, he completely crushed everyone!

Braydon’s strength was truly overwhelming.

He crushed everyone.

The eighteen kings were all heavily injured.

They might have been spared, but the rest of their lives would probably be worse than death,

Braydon’s force contained a cold energy.

The cold yin energy in his body was like a maggot in his bones. It was like a part of his body was attached to the palm force.

The entire place was silent.

The bodies of the eighteen arhats on the ground instantly stiffened.

Everyone seemed to be s.h.i.+vering, as if they were in great pain, and their voices were hoa.r.s.e.

“What did you do?” the old monk asked in horror.

“Thanks to the Shaolin Temple, my hidden injuries have completely worsened. My force contains the power of extreme cold, which has spread throughout my limbs and bones.”

Braydon smiled faintly.

The eighteen staff-using monks could not even withstand the extreme cold energy that came with the external force?

The extreme cold energy in Braydon’s body was a hundred times stronger than theirs!

But Braydon, this ruthless man, had a smile as warm and harmonious as the spring breeze.

It was as if he had never cared about his internal injuries!

The most ruthless person in the northern army was not the ten ruthless men, but Braydon!

He was the most terrifying ruthless lord!

Cole stood where he was, his mind still filled with Braydon’s figure. The concept of the instant technique had always been what he had been pursuing.

King Cole was comprehending the instant technique.

Braydon did not disturb him and said softly, “Savannah, have you been to Shaolin before?”

Savannah Jackel shook her head.

Braydon held her cold little hand and smiled. “I’ve never been here before either. Let’s go. I’ll bring you in to take a look!” Savannah was led into Shaolin Temple.

Along the way.

No one dared to stop him!

Who dared to stop Braydon?

The eighteen arhats were severely injured by one attack and were now half-dead.

With such strength, if a ninth-level king appeared and blocked his way, it would be hard to escape death.

Braydon brought Savannah to the Shaolin Temple’s Heaven King Palace and visited the place.

Other than some old monks who were chanting Buddha, there were no outsiders.

Behind them was the Grand Hall!

At the very center, there was a Shakyamuni Golden Body that was plated with a layer of gold foil. It looked dignified and sat cross-legged high up in the sky, with incense burning continuously below it.

Braydon stopped in front of the hall and smiled. “His golden body is resplendent, and there are endless incense offerings. Is this Buddha?”

Savannah stood quietly at the side. She did not dare to pray to Buddha.

She Imew that King Braydon, who was beside her, disdained these things the most.

An old monk came forward and cupped his hands. “Patrons, you’ve come late at night. Are you curious and need to pray to Buddha?”

“No. My mind is clear. There is no Buddha in the world who can save me!” Braydon laughed softly.

The old monk with a pale beard slowly shook his head. “Patron, that is not true. Buddha can save all things. Why can’t Buddha save a white-clothed youth like you?”

“I’ll leave a set of words for you. After you read it, think about how you can save me!”

Braydon clasped his hands behind his back, and his eyes turned cold.

Nico Yates, who was behind him, brought over a table from another part of the Shaolin Temple.

He brought over a piece of white paper and a black pen and ink.

Braydon grew up in the northern army and knew how to write with a brush since he was young. He was also a master of calligraphy.

Braydon had dabbled in all kinds of unorthodox techniques like piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting, but he had only learned them in his spare time.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes.

The old monk put his palms together and said seriously, “It’s Shaolin’s honor that you’re willing to leave behind a calligraphy treasure for us.”

Braydon smiled and remained unmoved. He held the brush in his left hand! The first word he wrote seeped through the paper and onto the table below.

The words were exquisitely elegant and incomparably vigorous!

Another example was Braydon. He was lofty and n.o.ble, just like the green bamboo, n.o.ble and upright.

The artistic conception contained in each word was different.

At this moment, the old monk’s expression was grave.

From the words, it could be seen that Braydon, this white-clothed youth, had terrifying strength.

Braydon held the brush and wrote the first piece of calligraphy. ‘The sword suppresses the evil spirits in all directions!’

‘The Qi shakes the mountains and rivers of the nine regions!’

The words had just been written, causing the Shaolin old monk’s expression to change.

The old monk lost his composure.

What did these words mean?

Was he targeting Shaolin?

This was a little too much!

This place was the holy land of the Buddhist sect.

What did he mean by ‘sword suppresses evil spirits’? Was he referring to the fact that Shaolin Temple was an evil spirit?

How presumptuous.

This was treason!

Braydon did not finish writing and said softly, “The sword suppresses the evil spirits in all directions! The Qi shakes the mountains and rivers of the nine regions. There are four more words behind these two sentences.”

“What are they?” Savannah was curious.

Braydon stood in the main hall, his lips moving slightly.. “The might of the country is vast!”