Chapter 1543: Suppressing Heaven and Earth with a Human Body
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The black tiger descended with a thunderous roar, its imposing presence sweeping over Braydon Neal.
“Human, surrender the Thousand Layer Sphere, and I may spare you!” it demanded, only to be t with a defiant punch from Braydon.
Braydon’s fighting style was relentless, engaging his adversaries in close combat despite the dense battlefield.
In such chaotic surroundings, avoiding injury seed almost impossible.
A swift black streak, resembling a cat, darted forward, slashing its claws across Braydon’s waist, leaving deep wounds that bled profusely.
The one-ter-long creature’s cold, cruel gaze bore into Braydon as it licked the blood from its claws, relishing the taste.
But Braydon’s ordeal had only just begun.
As the golden monkey entered the fray alongside the black tiger, and various other beasts joined the assault, injuries accumulated on Braydon’s body.
The relentless attacks of the black cat further exacerbated Braydon’s wounds, turning his pristine white attire into a grueso garnt stained with blood.
Driven to the brink of madness, Braydon fought on, his will to survive waning with each passing mont.
anwhile, the golden monkey’s courage swelled as it wielded its rod, striking down nurous saint heart realm beasts without opposition.
Its dominance was unquestioned, as none dared challenge the overlord in battle.
Being struck by his rod was simply unfortunate.
With a sweeping motion, he brought the rod down upon Braydon’s waist.
Crack!
The impact shattered his spine, sending waves of excruciating pain coursing through Braydon’s body.
Darkness encroached upon his vision as he succumbed to unconsciousness, overwheld by agony and force.
Thrown into the air, Braydon’s body tumbled amidst the tumultuous chaos.
The ground beneath him quivered, its erratic movents adding to his disorientation.
It was a single mont of instability that caught Braydon off guard, surprise flickering in his eyes.
But amidst the desperation of impending death, a glimr of opportunity erged.
Despite his grievous injuries, Braydon tapped into his reservoir of potential, instinctively pushing through the bottleneck again and again.
The black fox lashed out with its claws, t by Braydon’s feeble defense.
His arms shattered under the force, a torrent of blood spraying as he was flung backward once more.
Disappointed, the black tiger failed to witness Braydon relinquishing the Thousand Layer Sphere amidst his struggle for survival.
Yet, it was this very attack that nearly claid Braydon’s life and inadvertently broke through the bottleneck.
With a deafening roar, the crack in the boulder’s bottleneck widened and exploded, unleashing a torrent of energy.
Braydon’s broken body radiated a formidable aura that spanned ninety thousand miles, like dragons devouring heaven and earth.
A radiant white light enveloped Braydon’s body, casting a healing glow as his injuries rapidly regenerated.
The layer of blood coating his skin peeled away, revealing fine bone fragnts and lingering stains.
His aura surged back to its peak, signaling Braydon’s successful breakthrough.
Beneath his feet, the primordial chaos domain underwent a series of rapid contractions, shrinking from a diater of one ter to just twenty centiters in a matter of breaths.
With each contraction, the condensed energy gathered in Braydon’s palm, forming the perfected palm domain.
His aura, now surpassing the might of the heavens, asserted dominance over the world below.
Using his mortal form to channel such imnse power, Braydon stood as a testant to his unparalleled strength.
The beasts, terror-stricken by his newfound prowess, quaked in despair at the overwhelming aura emanating from him.
“I’ve endured your suppression for too long to attain this palm domain,” Braydon murmured, his voice soft yet laden with determination. “Today, those who inflicted these wounds upon shall et their end. None who witnessed this shall live, and the beasts of this world shall face retribution.”
His words carried a chilling weight, brimming with lethal intent.
Without hesitation, Braydon unleashed the full might of his palm domain, magnifying his battle prowess by a staggering 200,000 tis.
With the Northern King Sword in hand, he beca an unstoppable force, poised to te out justice to those who dared oppose him.
With a fierce battle cry, Braydon unsheathed his sword, unleashing a torrent of killing intent that pierced the heavens.
His speed reached unprecedented heights as his body split into nine supres, each wielding a sword with deadly precision.
Executing the Son of Heaven’s Nine Strikes technique, the nine supres brought down their swords, crushing everything in their path.
Not a single demon beast could withstand their onslaught; wherever the blade struck, death followed.
Fixing his gaze upon the golden monkey, Braydon appeared in front of it in the blink of an eye.
“You…” the golden monkey was shocked.
How had Braydon’s combat strength surged so drastically?
Had this human cultivator been concealing his true power all along?
With a subtle movent of his left hand, Braydon brought down the Northern King Sword, prompting the golden monkey to hastily defend itself.
But the sword’s descent was swift and rciless, shattering the monkey’s staff and cleaving its body in two with seamless precision.
In a swift motion, Braydon extracted two inner pills from the fallen monkey—one pulsating with vibrant life, the other a stark black, emanating death.
With a flick of his hand, he retrieved the life and death pills contained within.
With a single slash, Braydon had not only vanquished the golden monkey but obliterated its consciousness.
Even a life and death realm demon beast succumbed to his overwhelming might.
The black tiger, sensing impending doom, attempted to flee in terror.
Yet, despite its efforts, escape remained futile in the face of Braydon’s relentless pursuit.
Stepping forward, Braydon sliced through the sky, rending it asunder for a thousand ters with a single stroke.
The sword felled the black tiger.
Two life and death realm demon beasts fell to the Northern King Sword, marking the beginning of a brutal massacre.
With Braydon and the nine supres leading the charge, a wave of terror swept across the world as every demon beast t its demise.
In this rciless campaign, there was no distinction between good or evil—every beast had to perish.
Having broken through, Braydon orchestrated the annihilation of the entire gravitational world, his actions observed by powerful figures like Chadwick Neal, who remained indifferent.
To them, as human descendants, the slaughter of demons was a natural obligation, a righteous act without fault.
“What remarkable talent!” praised the Yin Yang Holy Master. “In just two short years, he has cultivated the palm domain. How formidable!”
“Yet, his journey is far from over,” remarked Chadwick, acknowledging the arduous path of cultivation lying ahead for Braydon.
It was too early to draw conclusions.
Having decimated all opposition single-handedly, Braydon departed the gravitational world alongside White Neal, having fully mastered the palm domain.
His cultivation had soared to the 11th level of the eminent saint realm, a feat that defied convention.
He escorted White back to the dicinal cauldron world, settling atop a solitary mountain peak.
However, White expressed reluctance to return, desiring to explore other small worlds instead.
Yet, Braydon’s task remained unfinished—the golden-winged roc still road unchecked, awaiting its demise.
Determined to fulfill his duty, Braydon instructed White, “White, seek out the golden-winged roc. Inform once you’ve located it, and I’ll deal with it.”
Seated in ditation atop the mountain peak, Braydon activated his primordial chaos domain, exerting full control over its power.
anwhile, White ventured out to track down the elusive roc.
With closed eyes, Braydon imrsed himself in cultivation, his domain expanding with each passing mont.
From 20,000 miles to a staggering 40,000 miles, his mastery over the primordial chaos domain reached unprecedented heights, ascending to the 13th level of eminent saint realm—a testant to his relentless pursuit of power and the impending culmination of his journey within this realm.
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