The Strongest War God - Chapter 1282

Chapter 1282: She’s a Woman, Peerless

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The banished immortal’s form suddenly withdrew and merged with Jordan Neal.

In an instant, a cataclysmic event descended from the heavens and the earth.

Thunderstorms raged, unleashing a myriad of terrifying techniques.

Wind blades sliced through mountains like sharp knives, showcasing the true might of the martial arts enveloping the world.

Every one of the 30,000 techniques known in the human world was on display.

Observing the scene of devastation, the Seventh Sovereign Lord spoke softly, “The world brims with techniques. Controlling 30,000 techniques with a mortal body is an extraordinary feat. Your talent surpasses mine, senior. However, your ambition knows no bounds. Mastering 30,000 techniques to perfection—how can mortal life contain such grandiosity? A mere thousand years is too limited compared to the scope of 30,000 techniques!”

Jordan’s mastery of all 30,000 techniques in the human world was indeed terrifying.

If he reached the peak of each art, he could truly ascend to godhood.

He had forged the supreme god path, a feat that inspired awe and fear alike.

Yet, his ambition outstripped mortal constraints.

Mastering each technique to its zenith in just a thousand years was an impossible task, a feat that had eluded countless heroes and geniuses over millennia.

Looking skyward, Jordan roared, “The Heavenly Mountain’s Fourth Sovereign Lord uttered similar words to me. If you seek to blaze new trails and illuminate the path for future generations, forge a legacy that reverberates through history and shines in the present!”

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This was Jordan’s path—the culmination of 30,000 techniques, honed to perfection.

His ambition was staggering, transcending the mere pursuit of eternal life.

So Jordan never reached the peak of the martial arts cultivation path even in his passing.

Joining forces, Kingsley and Jordan launched an assault on the Seventh Sovereign Lord.

When confronted by the duo, the power of the 3,000 stars surrounding the Seventh Sovereign Lord had completely dissipated.

Kingsley Jansky’s attack seemed to suppress the world, while Jordan’s martial arts enveloping the world commanded the forces of heaven and earth itself.

The sheer magnitude of controlling celestial forces with mortal strength was staggering.

Observing the impending clash, the Seventh Sovereign Lord, though still retaining her icy composure, gracefully waved her hands like jade.

She invoked the Spirit Summoning Art once more, summoning the bright moon, which descended upon South Pole Island with an aura of chilling yin energy.

The luminous moon, casting its oppressive weight, was soon accompanied by another celestial body—the blazing sun.

As the sun and moon coexisted, embodying extreme yin and extreme yang, the Seventh Sovereign Lord showcased her mastery over these primal forces.

“You can wield the powers of the sun and the moon?” Kingsley exclaimed in astonishment.

“The peak of the divine realm,” remarked Jordan, his expression grave.

If only the Seventh Sovereign Lord of Heavenly Mountain hadn’t fallen, she might have forged the path beyond the divine realm.

Alas, she had single-handedly subdued 3,000 ruins, vanquished countless foes, and sacrificed much in her ascent to greatness.

The life of a divine spanned a thousand years, but for the Seventh Sovereign Lord, it was a mere 150 years before she ascended to the Heavenly Lake.

She became the Sovereign Lord with the shortest lifespan in the history of Heavenly Mountain.

Had she not fallen, her power would have been immense.

Braydon Neal stood at a distance, observing the fierce battle among the three elders.

Two of them were his blood relatives, while the other was his grandmaster.

Today, Braydon had witnessed firsthand the terrifying might of a martial arts banished immortal.

With control over 30,000 techniques, they could truly dominate the world.

Additionally, there was the highly potent Spirit Summoning Monarch Art and Kingsley’s formidable combat style.

Each aspect was astonishing in its own right.

The clash between the three experts resulted in the complete destruction of the Oracle Palace.

Despite facing the combined might of Jordan and Kingsley, the Seventh Sovereign Lord, wielding the powers of the bright moon and blazing sun, held her ground without faltering.

Even as the time for their recovery elapsed, the victor had not been determined.

However, Braydon knew that even with Jordan and Kingsley joining forces, they couldn’t overpower the Seventh Sovereign Lord.

Each elder would face defeat if they confronted her individually.

Doubt flickered in Braydon’s eyes—was this truly the extent of the Seventh Sovereign Lord’s power?

Was this the peak of the Spirit Summoning Monarch Art?

Amid his contemplation, Kingsley stood proudly, brandishing a three-foot-long blade as he laughed heartily at the sky. “Haha! Today’s battle is truly magnificent!”

With time running out, Jordan and Kingsley ceased their actions, bringing the intense battle to a halt.

As they all paused, Kingsley pointed at Braydon’s forehead.

They had been summoned by the Spirit Summoning Art, and soon, everything connected to them would fade away.

But before that happened, what did Kingsley intend to do?

He pointed at Braydon’s forehead, intending to impart his techniques—a generous gift from his ancestors.

Braydon’s white clothes billowed in the wind, his black hair dancing as a flood of knowledge surged into his mind.

It was Kingsley’s path, a parting gift for Braydon before his departure.

With his task complete, Kingsley vanished before Braydon’s eyes.

Jordan approached and spoke softly, “Child, you’ve already mastered the martial arts banished immortal. I have nothing more to teach you. The banished immortal inherently possesses 30,000 techniques. The extreme yin and yang powers demonstrated by your grandmaster just now were two of my 30,000 techniques, cultivated to their zenith.”

30,000 techniques—each reaching their peak—unveiled the ultimate power of Jordan’s path.

However, achieving mastery in all was nearly impossible.

Leaving a bright smile for his descendant, Jordan transformed into a wisp of smoke, departing as swiftly as he arrived.

Braydon couldn’t help but sigh.

Time inevitably wore down even the most brilliant geniuses.

Countless years had buried many talents, their greatness fading into obscurity.

Despite centuries of exploration into martial arts and ancient techniques, the secret of immortality remained elusive.

As Braydon witnessed his ancestors’ departure, his attention turned to the Seventh Sovereign Lord, who had yet to dissipate.

Approaching gently, she spoke softly, “Descendants of Heavenly Mountain have always been unique. No male descendants have emerged until now. Your ability to prompt the eighth generation to defy Heavenly Mountain’s rules suggests you possess the potential to surpass your ancestors.”

“Did you reveal your full strength just now?”

Braydon questioned, sensing there was more to the Spirit Summoning Monarch Art than what had been demonstrated.

The Seventh Sovereign Lord explained gently, “Those two were venerable seniors who left behind countless legends. Although they have passed, we must still honor their legacy. Allowing them to lose their dignity in their final moments would be dishonorable.”

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