The Strongest War God

Chapter 1589: Killing Intent at Every Step

Braydon Neal quietly commanded the Northern Army to retreat to Hoizen.

The primordial chaos banished immortal chose not to enter the Dragon Spring.

Instead, it led the thousands of banished immortals to safeguard Hoizen and oversee the Northern Army.

This meant the Northern Army was barred from entering the space.

Inside the Dragon Spring, the dangers were extreme, and entering without sufficient strength meant almost certain death.

The Northern Army receded like the tide, leaving the Dragon Spring unclaimed once more.

Braydon entered leisurely with his hands behind his back.

Luke Yates shook his head but followed with a sack in his hand, showing his unruly nature that only Braydon could manage.

Whether the Neal family and Foreman family could enter the Dragon Spring was now under their discretion.

However, Luther Carden’s ruthless plan didn’t evade their notice.

If Brecken Neal and others wished to act as cannon fodder, that was their own choice.

Inside the Dragon Spring stretched a vast grassland, with blades of grass reaching two meters high.

For ordinary people, navigating such terrain would lead to getting lost, but for cultivators, it posed no issue.

What truly alarmed them was the concealed killing intent lurking beneath the greenery.

Braydon activated his dual-pupils and discerned bronze swords, shattered spears, and fragmented armor strewn across the ground.

Seemingly disordered, these items actually formed a deadly formation.

Every three to five steps revealed a densely packed killing array, presenting extreme peril.

As Braydon and company ventured deeper, the cultivators outside finally reached their limit.

With no one to restrain them, a large crowd surged forward.

The initial group of thirty-five youths broke into the dense grass.

“Holy master weapon!” exclaimed a thin guy, pulling out a rusty long saber in surprise.

Braydon didn’t need to look to know trouble was brewing.

The area was rife with killing formations, too dangerous even for him to navigate.

The reckless intrusion of these eminent saint youths was nothing short of a death wish.

As expected, a swift motion followed by a swoosh cut through the air.

A sharp blade of black light erupted from the ground beneath Braydon’s feet, cutting through the green grass in a hundred-mile radius.

The thirty-plus intruders didn’t even have time to scream; the black blade light passed through their bodies, leaving them lifeless on the ground, bloodless and peaceful.

Retreating swiftly, Braydon caught sight of Luke sneaking around, clutching a sack.

He sighed helplessly, “Luke, stay close to me and don’t wander off!”

“Brother, look there! What’s that?” The little fool pointed keenly ahead, eighteen miles away.

There lay more than thirty corpses, triggered by the formation and revealing treasures hidden in the grass — a set of battle armor emitting a faint red light, undoubtedly a valuable find.

Braydon examined it with his dual-pupils, his expression growing solemn.

“Don’t touch that. The killing tribulation contained within could sever eternity.”

Despite Braydon’s warning, it seemed the danger wasn’t enough to deter the little fool.

While Braydon scanned his surroundings, seeking a path forward, Luke began digging on the spot.

After tossing the dirt aside for less than a mile, a powerful sword Qi erupted from the ground, potent enough to slay life and death realm warriors.

Luke emerged from the hole, wearing a black wok on her head and covered in dust and dirt, looking almost buried alive.

The underground route was clearly impassable!

Braydon shifted his approach, silently rising into the air with a special ten-meter-long silver bamboo pole in hand.

Cross-legged, he extended the bamboo forcefully segment by segment until it reached nine thousand meters, equivalent to eighteen miles.

Carefully placing the bamboo on the red armor, he hooked a section with a small hook and grinned in satisfaction, akin to a fisherman who had just hooked a catch.

Braydon sensed something amiss suddenly, his pupils constricting. “Luke, stop!”

But it was too late!

Beneath the red armor lay the trigger for a killing formation.

Any contact would undoubtedly activate it.

Boom!

A red pillar of light shot skyward, turning the round hole blood-red.

Red clouds churned, and runes glowed in the void, forming a complex killing formation that filled the sky with its intricate patterns.

Even with Braydon’s abilities, understanding such a terrifying array was beyond him.

What made it even more lethal was the activation and resonance of all the killing formations below with those in the sky.

The entire expanse of sky and earth became a unified killing formation network.

In an instant, Braydon realized he was standing within the activated killing formation, something no one had triggered before.

Quickly retracting the bamboo pole, Foolish seized the red armor.

Little did he know that behind the red armor, there lurked a faint ray of crimson light, thin as lightning and as slender as a chopstick.

Unaware of its presence, Luke failed to notice it, but Braydon swiftly shielded him behind him, forming a one-meter-thick primordial chaos barrier with his hands.

The ghostly light pierced through the barrier in an instant, striking Braydon’s chest like an arrow.

“Puff!” Both Braydon and Luke spewed blood simultaneously.

The dim light pierced Luke’s left shoulder, almost severing his heart meridian.

It was an enduring strike, matching the full force of an eternal realm cultivator in their prime.

Braydon’s attempt to stop it had been futile.

The dangers within the Dragon Spring exceeded Braydon’s expectations.

It was a realm where those below the eternal realm had no business entering.

Unbeknownst to them, over ten thousand cultivators had entered during this period, with more on their way.

Braydon foresaw that none of these entrants would likely survive this ordeal.

The activated killing formation began to manifest strands of red light silently on the ground, each as thin as a chopstick and hovering a meter above the surface.

Their dense presence instilled fear, as no one dared to touch them, uncertain of when they might erupt.

Braydon and Luke’s eyes gleamed red, reflecting a primal desire for bloodshed.

The red light harbored a pure intent to kill, influencing their path hearts profoundly.

The injuries they suffered were inconsequential compared to the insidious power that infiltrated their beings, triggering an innate urge for violence deep within.

It was as though a sinister voice had awakened in the depths of their hearts.

“Slaughter! Bloodshed! Massacre all the surrounding cultivators.”

“Brother!” Luke felt extremely uneasy. He spoke pitifully, “I feel awful!”

“Go, get out of here!” Braydon’s fists clenched tightly.

His urge to kill was ten thousand times stronger than Luke’s!

Braydon, once dignified, had been stained with the blood of his enemies from a young age.

He believed in the concept of killing as a protector.

One could imagine how Braydon felt, as if his bones were being scorched by thousands of ants, his urge to kill growing ever more intense!

A decisive and ruthless lord.