Chapter 1437: Terrifying Combat Strength
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Braydon Neal took a half-step back, and behind him erged a thousand-ter-long divine path—the chains of order.
Successive paths materialized: second, third, fourth… This was the path of the ancient martial arts banished immortal!
Fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth…
With all eight paths, there were 40,320 variations!
This constituted the ultimate combat strength of an ancient martial arts banished immortal.
Presently, Braydon could only command 40,000 variables, tapping into the power of banished immortals connected to him as the original body.
As the 49th bolt descended, the Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams shattered, a foreboding disaster.
Braydon paled, blood spewing from his lips.
Eight streaks of light, suspended in the air, were swiftly severed by the silver flood dragon.
All eight paths collapsed, damaging his foundation.
With another spurt of blood, Braydon staggered backward.
The sword domain and ti domain beneath his feet were obliterated by the relentless force, rendering his thods futile.
The silver serpent struck with blinding speed, reducing Braydon’s form to starlight with a single blow.
His form dissolved into nothingness, his soul seemingly obliterated by the heavenly thunder!
“No!” Beckham Jovel and the others cried out in anger, their pupils constricting.
They montarily forgot the unique protection of the Hall of Souls; each entrant possessed a black soul token.
As the silver flood dragon made contact with Braydon’s body, a black soul token materialized before his chest.
It shattered, unleashing an unseen force that whisked Braydon away from this realm.
What seed like Braydon’s demise was but a fleeting illusion!
Enraged, the primordial chaos banished immortal absorbed the dwindling primordial chaos domain, his aura skyrocketing a hundredfold.
He had birthed the seed of life, now akin to a living being with flesh and blood.
“You’ve hard my true form. You deserve death!” The primordial chaos banished immortal, brimming with arrogance, dared to challenge the heavenly path itself!
With a single punch, he flattened everything before him, dispersing the silver flood dragon.
The 50th bolt of thunder descended, manifesting a silver lightning golden eagle aid to slay the primordial chaos banished immortal.
Yet, it was repelled by the primordial chaos banished immortal’s strike.
The 51st bolt, ford imdiately after, t its demise at the hands of the primordial chaos banished immortal.
Charging into the thunder cloud, he defied the heavens themselves.
Within the thunderclouds, the primordial chaos banished immortal hovered, a striking sight.
Beckham and the others, shaken from their stupor, exclaid, “Yes, there’s a soul token. His Highness didn’t perish. He was rely teleported out!”
Carlisle Jaynes and Issac Irwin breathed sighs of relief.
As long as Braydon survived!
anwhile, in the Hall of Souls, Braydon materialized outside.
Scarlet blood stained his twelve snow-white wings, his face drained of color.
The heavenly thunder’s potency had infiltrated Braydon’s body, necessitating imdiate expulsion to preserve his life force.
Cross-legged, he focused on expelling the invasive energy.
However, within the hall’s first level…
The administrative, leisure, and competition areas all fixated on Braydon’s sudden return, shocked by the scene.
Teddy Webb, who had encountered Braydon twice before, gaped in horror. “One, two, three…” he counted, astonished. “Twelve wings!”
“The twelve-winged elite of the Foremans?” he gasped.
Such a revelation stunned everyone present.
For millennia, the Foreman family, a prominent family in the Spirit Sea, had been believed to possess wings since birth.
The discovery of a twelve-winged individual was unprecedented!
“You’re the Neal family’s ten-eyed dual-pupils, aren’t you?” Teddy asked, his voice trembling. “My goodness, the Foreman family’s lineage hides beneath the Neal family’s most potent bloodline.”
“It’s groundbreaking news,” another remarked. “His father, or rather, his ancestor, must have been a direct descendant of both the Neal family and the Foreman family. Such lineage would produce such an extraordinary descendant.”
In the leisure area, among the gathering of experts and even eminent saints, astonishnt reigned supre.
The Neal family’s ten-eyed dual-pupils harbored the bloodline of the Foreman family, erging as a twelve-winged prodigy—the very first in the Foreman family in millennia.
“The Foreman family is in for trouble,” soone murmured, prompting grim expressions among the Stone family mbers.
The Neal family and Foreman family, their greatest adversaries, were now intertwined in a single individual.
It was conceivable that should this prodigy rise to power, the Stone family might face extinction!
In the leisure area, an elderly man clad in black, his countenance sinister, eyed Braydon with a hint of malice.
Rising abruptly, he advanced toward the cross-legged Braydon.
Yet, as he took a step forward, he was struck down as if by thunder.
His aura extinguished instantly, his forehead split open, devoid of blood—a terrifying spectacle witnessed by all the soul slaves!
Such a demise signaled the Hall of Souls’ intervention, a fate reserved for those condemned by its artifact spirit.
In a matter of monts, thirty-one individuals, all from the Stone family who were also soul slaves, t a similar fate—utter obliteration as their souls were wiped out.
anwhile, in the office, a soul slave of a different lineage sneered, “His Highness has ascended beyond the thirteenth stage of the Ivory Tower. His talent eclipses that of the Stellar Corona Level, Moon Corona Level, and Solar Corona Level. He’s undoubtedly reached the Uncrowned Level!”
“A prodigy like this hasn’t graced the Spirit Sea in ten thousand years. Once he’s born, the Hall of Souls will shield him, providing all resources necessary for his growth. Lord Beckham, representing the Hall of Souls, has declared the intent to safeguard His Highness Neal!”
“The Stone family mbers must have no fear whatsoever. Attempting to slay an uncrowned prince within the Hall of Souls is akin to treachery against its very essence. Their demise is assured!” The soul slave sneered, shedding light on the fate of the Stone family mbers.
His words clarified the fate of those Stone individuals who dared to challenge Braydon’s life within the Hall of Souls—they were truly tempting fate!
In the frost world, the primordial chaos banished immortal engaged in frenzied combat, with Braydon seemingly undergoing his own tribulations through their struggle.
The sixty-nine killing tribulations aid to end the primordial chaos banished immortal.
The last three bolts lood—a phenonon of celestial magnitude.
Though the primordial chaos banished immortal had broken through, it proved insufficient for what lay ahead—the final three strikes!
The 52nd bolt, capable of felling a peak holy master in a single blow, equaled the might of a path realm entity!
“Summon the stars!” The primordial chaos banished immortal’s cry signaled his ultimate gambit—the Spirit Summoning Art, his last resort to stave off death!
His endurance until now hinged on this crucial mont.
Activating the Spirit Summoning Art, the heavens above the frigid expanse connected with the resplendent cosmos, vast and unending, its stars aligned in dazzling array.
Suddenly, the first star in the starry sky burst forth with brilliant starlight, cascading down to form a pillar of radiant energy. And where there was one, there ca another!
The stars resonated with the primordial chaos banished immortal, totaling 1,008 in all.
In an instant, their collective power surged forth, manifesting as 1,008 beams of starlight.
The primordial chaos banished immortal strained against the onslaught, harnessing the stellar energy to erect a shield—a hundred ters in length.
As thunder bolted from the sky, the starlight bathed the world in its glow, yet the shield remained unscathed, steadfast even as it descended.
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