Chapter 1212: It is Irresistable
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The 80,000 sharp swords cascaded like rain, relentlessly smashing and shattering!
The relentless cycle of attacks sent chills down Hiuhu Yazbek’s spine.
Yet, the golden figure stood firm, an unyielding mountain against the onslaught.
It seed impenetrable, with the swords breaking one after another, failing to budge the golden figure.
“Braydon, you’ve made your point,” Lekan Yiga interjected. “That’s enough!”
This was a plea to halt Braydon Neal. With his current strength, breaking through the golden figure seed impossible.
Little did he know.
Braydon still had one final ace up his sleeve!
He had already activated seven of his eight techniques.
He had employed both the flower and summoning techniques.
Now, the remaining feather technique!
Braydon promptly activated the eight pinnacle techniques.
Eight skills converged into one, unveiling the ninth technique!
The ninth technique, banished immortal!
In an instant, a white figure erged from Braydon’s chest. Raising his left hand, he ford a sword finger, attacking Braydon.
Both entities launched an assault.
Crack!
The golden light barrier shattered.
The shadow of the banished immortal and Braydon’s sword pierced through the golden figure, impaling its heart.
The golden figure dissipated.
“Pfft!”
Lekan expelled a mouthful of blood into the sky.
His ntal power was shattered, and he sustained injuries.
But no one cared about him.
Silence enveloped the surroundings.
Everyone’s eyes were wide with shock and disbelief as they t each other’s gaze.
What had just transpired?
Zahran Cwele spoke hoarsely, “Martial arts… Banished immortal!”
“It’s the martial arts banished immortal!”
Lekan wiped blood from his mouth, eyes filled with a mix of fear and profound joy.
The peak of martial arts was the banished immortal.
It had resurfaced in the human realm!
Ferhat Lebeko uttered in disbelief, “Hasn’t the martial arts banished immortal been lost for thousands of years? Why…”
“Heavens!”
Takiyah Zakwe covered her mouth in astonishnt.
Lekan, ignoring his injuries, knelt on the ground, clutching his chest. He lowered his head and said, “Lekan Yiga of the Oracle Palace greets the Young Divine Lord!”
“Zahran Cwele of the Oracle Palace greets the Young Divine Lord!”
Zahran knelt and kowtowed.
“Ferhat Lebeko of the Oracle Palace greets the Young Divine Lord,” Ferhat added from his kneeling position.
Their reverent gestures prompted everyone on the divine ship to kneel as well.
“Greetings, Young Divine Lord!” echoed from the hundred people in unison.
Down in the aboriginal city, the kneeling aboriginal martial artists were bewildered and terrified. Had a Divine Lord from the Oracle Palace descended upon them?
What exactly had happened?
How could a Divine Lord grace them?
anwhile, the outspoken Luke Yates angrily retorted, “Divine Lard? What right do you have to say that my brother is lard!”
Zahran’s confusion was apparent, while Lekan was left speechless.
After a mont of silence, Braydon gracefully landed on the divine ship, hands behind his back, covered in a white light resembling snow. He raised his hand, gently rubbing the little fool’s head, and said softly, “Divine Priest Lekan, how do I compare to you when you were young?”
“I am inferior to Your Highness,” Lekan replied, still kneeling, not daring to lift his head.
His face was beaded with cold sweat, as nurous questions swirled in his mind. Who was Braydon, suddenly appearing out of nowhere? How had he mastered the forbidden art of martial arts, the most terrifying technique in the lineage?
A martial arts banished immortal had the power to control various forbidden techniques, potentially wreaking havoc upon the human world.
“Divine Lord?” Braydon inquired gently.
“Martial arts banished immortals have been lost for 3,000 years!” Lekan conveyed with a trembling voice.
The martial arts banished immortal had only manifested once before.
It was crafted by the Divine Lord.
The lord of the gods.
After thousands of years, the martial arts banished immortal had resurfaced in the human world.
Braydon’s identity had instilled fear in Lekan and the others.
How could he be the descendant of the god of sin? Clearly, he was the descendant of the Divine Lord, inheriting the bloodline and mastering the martial arts banished immortal.
“The martial arts banished immortal has erged,” Lekan announced. “Even the Great Divine Priest of the Oracle Palace would have to bow in your presence and address you as His Highness.”
“Interesting,” Braydon’s lips curled up slightly.
Simultaneously, a voice resonated from Braydon’s spiritual aperture.
The green-clad man calmly explained, “In each ruin, there is an Oracle Palace governing it. Every ruin has a Great Divine Priest capable of crossing barriers and entering the ruins. Above all the Oracle Palaces, there is a special place that hasn’t been opened for a thousand years. All Oracle Palaces must obey its orders.”
“What does this have to do with ?” Braydon asked.
Reticent, the green-clad man continued, “It’s rumored that this special place houses an ultimate god and the most formidable forbidden technique in history – Martial arts banished immortal!”
“What they say has so connection with using the martial arts banished immortal,” Braydon said, envisioning their assumptions about his origins from this mysterious place.
“I won’t go to the Oracle Palace with you,” Braydon stated thoughtfully, looking at Lekan.
“The Young Divine Lord has appeared in the human world. How can you not visit the Oracle Palace?” Lekan implored, rising to his feet.
Zahran spoke in a trembling voice, “The martial arts banished immortal has been born. Soon, the news will spread to all the Oracle Palaces. At that ti, all the Great Divine Priests will likely converge here.”
“Is the martial arts banished immortal that crucial?” Braydon inquired.
Lekan hesitated before responding, “Thousands of years ago, it was rumored that the martial arts banished immortal touched upon the secret of eternal life. That’s why the most extraordinary Divine Lord among the gods was punished by heaven, falling to the human world, taking away this terrifying forbidden technique.”
“Eternal life is the secret of the heavens. Those who pry into it will perish!” Lekan’s tone sent shivers down the spine.
The martial arts banished immortal supposedly delved into the secret of eternal life.
Yet, Braydon had created this forbidden technique by fusing the eight pinnacle techniques, an art used thousands of years ago.
It indicated that Braydon had trodden the sa path as so significant figure.
It all seed like a coincidence to Braydon. He was unperturbed and desired to forge his own path.
“The secret of eternal life?” Braydon mused softly. “It’s certainly enough to drive the world mad!”
“Young Divine Lord, don’t worry. All the Oracle Palaces serve the Divine Lord!” Lekan asserted firmly.
However, Braydon remained skeptical. His gaze sharpened as he stared at Lekan. “Who can resist the allure of eternal life?” he questioned softly.
“The creator of this forbidden technique passed away thousands of years ago. Can its residual power still dominate today?”
“Three thousand years is sufficient for a significant transformation to take place.”
“No one can resist the allure of eternal life. You may be in awe, but you haven’t reached that point yet. But how powerful are the Great Divine Priests from the various palaces?”
“They control the Oracle Palace and govern the ruins. They reign supremacy over the supre pinnacles. How could they willingly submit to another?”
“The secret of eternal life is irresistible to everyone!”
…
Braydon carried the little fool and stepped off the divine ship.
Lekan broke out in a cold sweat upon hearing those words. Zahran didn’t dare to intervene.
The gods of the Oracle Palace proclaid themselves gods!
Each harbored emotions and desires, exuding a potent human aura.
They were rely another kind of martial arts practitioner!
Who wouldn’t be tempted when the secret of eternal life appeared before their eyes?
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