F{h*F 5*)Dp Playmates and Classmates When We Were Young
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Boom!
A single strike unleashed a tempest.
Luke Yates’ gaze turned icy.
Stepping forward, he gripped his swords with both hands, emanating a thick and decisive aura of death.
The air crackled with tension as his killing intent surged.
Above, the sky seed to split asunder, revealing the silhouette of a massive star.
...
It lood ominously, as if poised to descend upon the world.
In that mont, voices echoed from the various levels of the Hall of Souls.
The creator of the Soul Tower spoke in disbelief.
“Crux…” he exclaid.
“Star Lord, Crux Star!” another voice chid in.
Luke’s secret was finally laid bare.
It seed his past life might have been that of the Star Lord they were discussing—an apex figure at the heart of humanity.
His passing had left countless in mourning.
Now, with the Star Lord’s ergence, the creator of the Soul Tower recognized Luke without question.
It beca apparent that the companions from Northern Army, who stood alongside Braydon Neal, harbored profound secrets within them.
Among these secrets was Braydon’s soul, branded with the Hundred Tribulations Heavenly Art—a revelation that added another layer of mystery to an already enigmatic situation.
Just like Thirteen’s soul back then.
How formidable was he?
Why was it that not even the three-year-old Braydon could harm him?
There was sothing peculiar about it, but no one had the answers.
In the midst of the chaos, the little fool was a whirlwind of activity, fighting on all fronts.
His ebony locks danced in the wind as he devoured a chunk of at in a couple of bites, then slashed away with his twin blades.
The bearded man was a peak saint.
Luke’s blade was dripping with blood.
“Rember!” Luke’s voice thundered. “The one who will end you is Luke Yates! The Son of Heaven of the Northern Army has returned! Who dares claim my sword is unmatched in the human realm? Who dares to assert their invincibility? I am the Son of Heaven, and all beings are but subjects beneath my feet!
“I may yearn to challenge the heavens with my blade, but I refuse to clash with my brethren. Now that I’ve entered the Spirit Sea. I’ll not fight against my brothers, but against you! Anyone who dares lay a hand on my brother shall et their end!”
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As the Son of Heaven returned, he shed the mantle of Luke Yates for the day.
He was the Son of Heaven of the Northern Army.
In his youth, he ranked second only to Bradyon.
Preferring not to engage in conflict with his brothers in the Northern Army, he opted for a different path.
Yet, under Braydon’s pressure, Luke returned to his original course.
Under the scrutiny of all present, Luke demonstrated his ability to summon the nine supres with a single thought.
The nine little fools lood in the sky, their swords raised, a testant to the lethal power they wielded.
Amidst them, one figure stood supre, commanding the entire scene.
Today, Luke made it clear to the world that his brother Braydon wasn’t the sole heaven’s favorite from the Northern Army.
The Northern Army sons were akin to dragons!
Halting everyone in their tracks, Luke intervened.
anwhile, Braydon unleashed the full extent of his combat prowess, charging forward to strike the Five Elents Mirror and dislodging it from its original position.
The mirror, reluctant to acknowledge its master, sought to resist.
“Northern King Sword, strike!” Braydon’s primordial chaos sword was swiftly unsheathed, a connate primordial chaos treasure of imnse power.
With a single stroke, it suppressed the Five Elents Mirror, which seed on the verge of collapse under the primordial chaos Qi.
Seizing the mont, Braydon reached out and claid the mirror.
With the treasure in his grasp, he called out to Luke, grabbing him by the neck, and in a flash, they vanished from the Five Elents World.
Outside the Hall of Souls, in the lounge area, a collective gasp filled the air as everyone rose to their feet, their eyes fixed on Braydon and Luke who had suddenly appeared.
All paid their respects.
“The Five Elents Mirror!” exclaid soone with sharp eyes, astounded by the sight of the item in Braydon’s hand.
“He actually obtained the treasure of the 9th level, the Five Elents Mirror!”
Recognition dawned on others in the lounge, igniting a fervent desire in many, though none dared to make a move.
Attempting to attack Braydon within the confines of the Hall of Souls was clearly an act of foolishness, tantamount to inviting one’s demise.
Unperturbed by the Five Elents Mirror, Braydon casually issued his instructions.
“Take a day’s rest outside,” he said calmly. “Join in another world tomorrow.”
“Make it two days!” Luke pleaded, hoping for a longer break.
Braydon regarded him calmly, the seconds ticking by.
“Tomorrow, then,” Luke conceded, his disappointnt evident.
“No negotiations next ti,” Braydon remarked firmly before vanishing in an instant, appearing in a secluded chamber.
“Your Highness!” greeted the trio soul slaves in unison, bowing respectfully.
“Summon Lauritz Hagan. I have inquiries for him,” Braydon commanded, conjuring a mirror with a wave of his hand.
As the image materialized, Bilal Yarbro addressed Braydon respectfully. “Your Highness Braydon.”
“The vast expanse of the cosmos harbors myriad races, undoubtedly offering an array of treasures to enhance cultivator talent, correct?” Braydon inquired directly.
“Yes, there are various types available,” Bilal confird.
“I wish to make a purchase,” Braydon declared, his intent not for personal gain but to benefit Luke and others.
While the Northern Army had produced nurous geniuses in its ti, the Spirit Sea boasted an even greater pool of talent, making top-tier resources essential.
Moreover, many of them were bloodline cultivators, inherently different from ordinary individuals.
Braydon had encountered genuine prodigies in the past.
Eva Foreman of the Foreman family, for instance, possessed remarkable potential.
In the entire Spirit Sea, perhaps only Braydon could rival her.
“What do you require, Your Highness?” Lauritz appeared on the screen. “The race will arrange whatever you need.”
“Provide with a list and indicate the prices. I will purchase them,” Braydon stated firmly.
He refused to accept anything for free.
Even though it was offered by the race, it still incurred a debt of gratitude.
Braydon preferred to have Luke and the others indebted to him rather than owing a favor to the humans of the cosmos.
Being indebted to a race could potentially lead to unfavorable circumstances in the future.
“Aside from that, there are several items stored in the core warehouse of the Soul Tower,” Lauritz added. “Your Highness may find them useful. Feel free to visit the warehouse and select what you require. All areas in Hall of Souls No.788 are at your disposal.”
Information concerning Braydon had long been classified as top secret by the human race in the cosmos.
His status was akin to that of the eight lineage masters.
Upon Braydon’s eventual return to the human race in the cosmos, he would likely assu the role of chief of the ninth lineage, as per the plans of Chadwick Neal and the creator of the Soul Tower.
With that, Braydon turned and made his exit, ready to depart.
“Your Highness,” Lauritz interjected suddenly, “there’s sothing I need to discuss with you. When did you first encounter Luke Yates and the others?”
“We t in our youth. We were playmates, classmates, and later comrades,” Braydon replied, emphasizing the depth of their relationship.
Beckham Jovel and the others stood nearby, visibly taken aback, their attention piqued.
Given the closeness between the brothers, the Hall of Souls deed it necessary to monitor Westley Hader and the others closely.
“The backgrounds of Luke Yates and the others might not be as straightforward as you assu, Your Highness,” Lauritz continued after a pause.
“Luke has never been one to keep secrets. He wears his heart on his sleeve, especially with his brothers. Whatever concerns him is evident on his face.
“He’s my younger brother, and that’s all that matters.”
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