The Strongest War God Chapter 1198: Shooting Arrows at an Eighth-Level Python King

Chapter 1198: Shooting Arrows at an Eighth-Level Python King

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The gap between the two was just one level.

However, the disparity in their strength was vast.

An eighth-level spirit beast could easily defeat a supreme pinnacle.

Having Braydon Neal confront an eighth-level spirit beast was tantamount to challenging supreme pinnacles.

Let’s not delve into the outcome for now.

If an intense battle were to erupt, Braydon would have to pay a tremendous price.

The eighth-level spirit beast appeared after the brothers had fled.

A ma.s.sive python king emerged!

This python king had a head resembling raw meat buns, like two gigantic tumors. Covered in green scales, it lamented continuously beside a dismembered python corpse.

The fifth-level spirit beast earlier, tortured to death by the little fool, turned out to be the child of this python king.

The python king was already growing horns.

Once the horn appeared on its head, it would become a significant threat.

A ninth-level spirit beast!

Such creatures were extremely formidable.

Braydon led his little brother, evading the eighth-level python King.

They picked a spot behind a picturesque waterfall and opened a cave.

“Brother, is the beast core of a seventh-level spirit beast valuable?” asked the little fool with joy.

“Keep it. When we return to the Small Divine City, you can exchange it for spirit crystals and buy whatever you need.”

Braydon wasn’t interested in these beast cores.

The little fool was an adult now, and despite his usual greediness, he needed money for daily necessities.

Luke Yates didn’t decline anything his brother offered. If it was given to him, he would accept it!

The two brothers rested behind the waterfall, while the white ape sat cross-legged, eyes closed.

This white ape, a mischievous companion, tagged along with the two brothers every day.

Meanwhile, the eighth-level python king was tracing Braydon’s vitality to seek revenge.

Snake-type spirit beasts held grudges the longest.

There was no doubt that the eighth-level python king sought vengeance and even mobilized its offspring to search the area.

The python king stood as the strongest spirit beast within a hundred-mile radius.

An eighth-level python king, teetering on the verge of advancing to the ninth level, was a force to be reckoned with!

Braydon sat cross-legged in the cave, producing two bottles of spirit pills.

“We’ve only played for a bit today, yet you’re already heading into seclusion?”

The little fool still wanted to enjoy outdoor activities.

Braydon handed him the golden bow and said softly, “Just play around the waterfall. Don’t wander too far, or I’ll confine you for a month.”

“Alright, it’s a deal!”

Luke went out to play.

A small lake lay beneath the waterfall, teeming with intelligent fish.

Little Fool was fis.h.i.+ng by the water.

Braydon secluded himself in the cave behind the waterfall.

Each transcendent-grade spirit pill he consumed increased his vitality by 10,000 Na.

The pinnacle realm was a phase of acc.u.mulating strength.

This stage was the most resource-intensive in the later stages of a martial artist’s cultivation, and it was when aligning with a major faction as a supporter became crucial.

Without the backing of a major faction, one had to gather resources independently for cultivation.

How long would that take?

The journey from a low-level pinnacle to the supreme pinnacle realm was an unpredictable and resource-demanding endeavor.

Similar to the aborigines, the medium-sized tribes couldn’t nurture a supreme pinnacle.

Only large tribes could.

For instance, the Mahona Tribe!

Speaking of the Mahona Tribe, it seemed that Myo Hatendi would go to the Small Divine City the following day.

He wasn’t here to find Braydon but to seek forgiveness from Lord White Tiger.

Originally, the Mahona Tribe intended to present a rare treasure, but who would have thought it would be s.n.a.t.c.hed away by someone.

The two brothers were the ones who s.n.a.t.c.hed it from them.

Myo arrived at the Small Divine City the next day and faced a reprimand from Lord White Tiger.

He ordered him to retrieve that rare treasure, or the Mahona Tribe would be eliminated.

In the Small Divine City, two rulers existed.

One was the city lord, and the other was White Tiger!

The latter was a ninth-level spirit beast, a creature capable of human language.

The city lord hailed from the aborigines, while the White Tiger belonged to the spirit beast race.

With such a guardian, no ordinary spirit beast dared to cause trouble in the Small Divine City.

Braydon and the little fool in the wilderness paid little attention to this.

As long as their ident.i.ties remained concealed, they could live comfortably in the Small Divine City.

Braydon was perceived as a G.o.d’s descendant by the aborigines.

Even the city lord of the Small Divine City couldn’t match his status.

Currently, Braydon was in seclusion for another ten days.

With another 10 transcendent-grade spirit pills he swallowed, his vitality increased by another 100,000 Na, all absorbed by the lotus flower above his head.

Coincidentally, at this moment.

“Brother, the python is chasing us!” the little fool howled from below.

“Hmm?”

Braydon opened his eyes.

The white ape stood at the cave entrance with its hands behind its back.

“The eighth-level python king is coming. You killed its snakelet earlier. It is here to get revenge.”

“How relentless!”

Braydon’s eyes flashed with determination.

Since that was the case, let’s fight!

If he could kill, he would. If he couldn’t, he would retreat.

In a flash, Braydon left the cave, stepped into the sky, and saw the eighth-level python king a thousand meters away, ferociously swimming toward them.

Moreover, there were already traces of other pythons around the lake.

All descendants of the eighth-level python king.

Braydon raised his hand and clenched it, retrieving the golden bow that the little fool was carrying.

The Golden Great Bow was an eighth-level spirit artifact.

It could kill an eighth-level python king.

“Little Fool, stay away!” Braydon said softly.

“I’ll go attract him, and you shoot him!”

The little fool ran quickly and cleverly, changing his position and standing in front of the eighth-level python king, making faces.

The eighth-level python king was furious, recognizing the little fool as the murderer of its offspring.

Spirit beasts were most sensitive to scents. It opened its b.l.o.o.d.y mouth and bit at the little fool.

Luke, both sly and cowardly, stuck his b.u.t.t out and wiggled at the python before running away.

A spirit beast was chasing, while a human was running.

In an instant, Braydon drew his bow and shot at the eighth-level python king. Three golden arrows appeared between his fingers, all made from the bone powder of an eighth-level python king.

The arrow could pierce through the scales of an eighth-level python king.

Braydon released his grip on the bow.

Whoos.h.!.+ Whoos.h.!.+

The three arrows shot toward the eighth-level python king.

The python King sensed danger and immediately hissed at Braydon, dodging two arrows.

One of the arrows pierced through its body.

Crack!

The scales shattered, and blood spilled.

The python king twisted in pain, its vertical pupils revealing a fierce look.

“Little Long Worm, come and catch me!” Luke shouted as he wriggled his b.u.t.t.

“Roar!”

The eighth-level python king was completely enraged. It opened its mouth and spewed out a beam of vitality.

Wherever the beam of light pa.s.sed, nothing grew, and everything turned to ashes.

Luke ran away.

Braydon drew his bow again. His eyes were sharp as he shot seven arrows without any hesitation.

Seven streaks of light shot out!

Now, all the time they had gotten was exchanged with the little fool’s life.

Braydon naturally had to seize the opportunity.

Seven arrows shot out like flowing lights.

The speed of the arrow was 3,000 meters per second.

This was how terrifying eighth-level spirit artifacts were.

The seven soul-chasing arrows pierced through the body of the eighth-level python king.

However, the python king’s vitality was extremely strong. Even though it was severely injured by Braydon and the little fool, its strength remained extremely terrifying.

The python king turned around and charged at Braydon.

It realized that the white-robed man in the distance was holding a golden bow. He could threaten its life and had to be eliminated.

The eighth-level python king slithered, and the two lumps on its head emitted a faint fluorescent light.