The Strongest War God - Chapter 1289
Chapter 1289: Taking Down a Great-Success Emperor
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A great-success emperor of the Donta Imperial Dynasty personally stood guard over the Frost Prison.
Yet, Braydon Neal harbored a desire to confront this eminent figure.
Since his martial cultivation began, Braydon had proven unmatched in his generation, wielding a sharpness that rendered him invincible among peers of the same level.
When he was at the quasi-emperor realm, he could spar with emperors.
Now, having ascended to the emperor realm, he stood exponentially stronger.
Could he not possess the strength to face a great success emperor?
Someone had once said that if Braydon were to breach the tri-emperor realm, he would be able to challenge a divine head-on.
Now, he had surpassed even that, entering the ten-emperor realm.
And still, he retained the Spirit Summoning Monarch Art— a trump card that could turn the tide even against divines.
If need be, he would face them, even at the cost of his own life, dragging them down with him.
Breaking through the Frost Prison’s door, Braydon emerged onto the icy terrain, where a pavilion stood amidst the frost.
Imperial guards of the Donta Imperial Dynasty patrolled the vicinity, while within, a young man and a general conversed, their attention drawn southward by a figure emerging from the Frost Prison’s entrance.
A pristine youth clad in white, his garments untouched by dust, his cascading black hair framing his features—Braydon had broken free.
“Someone’s escaped from the Frost Prison?” the young man exclaimed, stunned.
He understood the caliber of individuals confined within, some even posing challenges to the Oracle Palace.
Among them lurked formidable figures, such as the ancient monster imprisoned on the eighteenth floor, a contemporary of Rayha Qhobela, poised to ascend as a Great Divine Priest.
Ultimately, he found himself incarcerated on the eighteenth level of the Frost Prison!
Had it not been for his imprisonment, he might have risen to prominence among the supreme figures in the 16th ruin by now.
The middle-aged general furrowed his brow.
“An emperor realm youngster managed to escape the Frost Prison? Something must have transpired down there for this to occur. Otherwise, such an occurrence would be improbable.”
“As long as those elder figures remain confined,” the young man muttered uneasily.
Reassuringly, the middle-aged general, Jabilo Yilmaz, interjected, “Fifth Prince, you needn’t fret. I shall keep watch and prevent any situation from escalating. I’ll apprehend him and investigate the matter firsthand.”
“Thank you, General Yilmaz,” acknowledged the young man, hailing from the Donta Imperial Dynasty and bearing the lineage of Emperor Kyan Yengo.
In an instant, Jabilo stirred the swirling snowflakes above, his raised hand releasing a surge of emperor-level vitality, coalescing into a crimson spear aimed at Braydon’s chest.
Undeterred, Braydon countered, brandishing his own spear and charging forward.
“Your bravery is commendable, young emperor,” sneered Jabilo with a hint of disdain.
As a seventh-level emperor realm expert, he deemed the gap in their realms insurmountable.
Yet Braydon remained unperturbed.
“You speak too much,” he retorted indifferently.
Their spears clashed with incredible force, Braydon activated the emperor-level weapon.
The crimson spear, forged from his vitality, dispersed the moment it collided with Jabilo’s vitality longsword.
Shock registered on Jabilo’s face as he grappled with the realization that he was facing an emperor-level weapon.
Emperor-level weapons were exceedingly rare, often forged from the core of a fallen beast emperor.
Jabilo himself possessed such a weapon, but now, faced with Braydon’s, he could only stare in disbelief.
He retrieved his emperor weapon from his sheath—a gleaming silver spear, a true imperial artifact, albeit of the lower caliber.
Meanwhile, Braydon’s Black Feather Spear, a rarity in the outside world, boasted the status of a high-grade emperor-level weapon.
Both wielders were seasoned combatants proficient in the art of warfare.
Enraged, Jabilo bellowed, “I am a great-success emperor! How dare a lesser emperor like you inflict injury upon me? This is an affront to my honor. I shall muster all my might to end you!”
Braydon regarded him with serene composure, declining to dignify the outburst with a response.
His focus remained fixed on testing his combat prowess and gauging the true might of a great-success emperor.
Granting his adversary a moment to prepare, Jabilo unleashed his imperial path.
Light emanated from his spiritual aperture, while spiritual energy coalesced above, forming a colossal imperial path spanning seven meters in width and seven hundred meters in length.
At its terminus stood the gleaming silver spear— the spear emperor.
“Attack!” commanded Jabilo, his eyes ablaze with murderous intent.
As the imperial path materialized, he absorbed the essence of heaven and earth within a thousand-mile radius, channeling it into his hands and infusing it into the silver spear.
The weapon quivered with anticipation.
In a surprising move, Braydon relinquished his Black Feather Spear, eliciting fury from Jabilo.
Feeling underestimated, the great-success emperor perceived it as an act of desperation.
Yet, Braydon’s actions belied a deeper strategy—he refused to engage in a contest of spears with a speak emperor, opting instead to leverage his own weaknesses against his opponent’s strengths.
“Ten Great Imperial Paths!” Braydon murmured, his lips barely moving.
“What?”
Jabilo misinterpreted the situation entirely.
The fifth prince’s eyes widened in terror, fixating on Braydon in disbelief, as if he’d witnessed a ghost.
Braydon’s spiritual aperture emanated a radiant glow, casting ten distinct imperial paths across the heavens—a manifestation of the imperial path, tenfold.
A subtle but palpable connection wove between them, exerting immense pressure that bore down on Jabilo.
Under Braydon’s command, the tie between heaven and earth within a thousand-mile radius severed abruptly at his gesture, causing the ambient energy to dissipate.
Stripped of this vital support, even a great-success emperor’s might dwindled.
Demonstrating the potency of the ten imperial paths, Braydon wasted no time.
With a single step, he launched a left-fisted punch, channeling both his own formidable strength and the gathered power of heaven and earth within an 8,000-mile radius.
The blow struck true, shattering Jabilo’s defenses and obliterating his emperor-level weapon in the process.
With horrifying efficiency, Braydon reduced the great-success emperor to nothing more than minced flesh with a single devastating punch.
A heavy silence descended upon the scene as the realization set in—Jabilo, the stalwart guardian of the Frost Prison and a formidable great-success emperor, had fallen in an instant.
Moments later, a figure emerged from the Frost Prison, bearing the ten imperial paths, and soared through the sky.
“You are cultivating ten imperial paths. Do you not aspire to reach the divine realm in this lifetime?” the fifth prince inquired, astonishment etched across his features.
Braydon regarded him with a chilling gaze.
“How could mere ants comprehend my journey?” he replied dismissively, a single glance from him sending a shiver down the fifth prince’s spine, filling him with a profound sense of hopelessness despite his youth.
Confronted with such a formidable prodigy, the fifth prince, despite his status as a young emperor, paled in comparison.
There was no contest for supremacy.
He harbored no aspirations for such lofty heights, feeling utterly dwarfed by Braydon’s prowess.
The disparity was simply too vast.
Individuals who dared tread ten imperial paths possessed an ambition and audacity that eclipsed countless others in their generation.
It was common knowledge that only by mastering an imperial path to its utmost limit could one hope to ascend to the revered divine rank.
But could Braydon truly attain such a lofty status?
That remained to be seen.
