Chapter 1584: Forbidden Red Line Chapter 1584: Forbidden Red Line Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Braydon Neal possessed the innate primordial chaos body and had reached the ninth level of the life and death realm. The notion of him being vulnerable was laughable.
The primordial chaos banished immortal stood guard, blocking Blaise Stone and the old masters from the Sword Sect and Golden Dragon Pavilion. However, the Neal family’s refusal to hand over the golden sword had inflad the wrath of all the experts present.
It wasn’t just these three who attacked. Whether they held grudges against the Neal family or not, they saw this as an opportunity to eliminate Braydon.
Braydon’s eyes turned cold as he turned to leave. The various banished immortals displayed their shocking combat strength—martial arts, ancient martial arts, green lotus, and more. All had entered the life and death realm long ago!
In the past, Braydon’s century-long seclusion had resulted in the nurturing of banished immortals who were active in the many worlds of the Hall of Souls.
A few banished immortals attacked, forcing back those who dared to confront them. If Braydon wanted to leave, no one could stop him, not even Dutton Zelaya of the Elysium.
Dutton’s eyes narrowed, a trace of fear flashing across his face as he glanced at the mbers of the smiley face Mask Group. He sensed an aura fluctuation that indicated no less than ten life and death realm cultivators around Braydon. Moreover, these masked figures were probably as strong as he was. Such mysterious experts had never been heard of in the Spirit Sea before the incident on Demon Saint Island.
While Dutton was lost in thought, he missed his chance to act.
Suddenly, the Dragon Spring Eye released a powerful wave, causing all the cultivators’ faces to turn pale. The tyrannical pressure was too terrifying, making them feel suffocated.
There were living beings in the Dragon Spring? And they were terrifying!
The sheer pressure alone indicated that a creature beyond the life and death realm had awoken. Dutton instantly grasped that Braydon’s combat prowess was exceedingly high, with nurous life and death realm cultivators under his command. With the support of the Neal family and other factions, Braydon had no reason to retreat so easily.
Braydon, sensing sothing dreadful within the Dragon Spring, made a swift decision to withdraw. It was clear he intended to eliminate everyone present—a catastrophe ready to slaughter everything in its vicinity!
Dutton turned and fled without a word, understanding that any delay could double the risk of his demise. In an instant, everyone scrambled to escape.
anwhile, Braydon remained composed outside Dragon Spring with his hands behind his back.
Suddenly, all the banished immortals launched their attacks. The green lotus banished immortal, having retreated from Dragon Spring’s reach, pivoted and struck with a palm that altered space and drastically slowed ti—the falling leaves suspended mid-air as if frozen by an invisible force.
Ti manipulation!
Dutton and the others were astonished. In the ten thousand years of the Spirit Sea, no one had cultivated the path of ti, let alone mastered it to such a degree. Today, they witnessed the prowess of a cultivator of the ti path—the green lotus banished immortal who also wielded mastery over the space path.
anwhile, Braydon calmly observed everything by the lake.
Roar!
A deafening roar reverberated, causing everyone’s eardrums to ache. Golden light erupted from the Dragon Spring like a towering pillar, its pressure sweeping across a radius of 300 miles.
Braydon narrowed his eyes, keenly observing the unfolding events.
“Big monkey!” Luke shot a glare at him.
“That’s a Fiery White Ape!” Braydon’s gaze held a hint of helplessness. He found his younger brother’s antics rather amusing.
In Luke’s eyes, anyone in black robes was either a big black rat, a monkey, or a giant turtle. His imaginative nicknas never failed to draw a smile from Braydon.
A strange beast appeared—a creature resembling an ape, covered in white hair with red feet and yellow fangs, exuding a fierce deanor despite its humanoid size. As it stood and moved forward, it let out a roar that reverberated like a powerful sound wave.
Instantly, Blaise and the half-demon expert t their demise on the spot. Their bodies disintegrated into a mist of blood, their life and death pills vanishing into thin air. The beast’s terrifying cultivation made its actions all the more terrifying.
It closed its eyes, inhaling deeply as the blood mist filled the air entered its body, seeming satisfied with the grueso act.
Braydon’s eyes turned cold.
This act crossed a forbidden red line.
While cultivators from different races in the cosmos often fought over treasures, and animosity between them ran deep, killing was one thing—demon beasts feeding on humans was another. It was a disgrace to the entire human race, undermining their dignity and integrity.
In the history of the human race across the stars, such dark periods existed when humans were weak and the demon race preyed upon them rcilessly. These records were chilling reminders of a ti when such atrocities were commonplace, casting a shadow over the race’s legacy.
Now that the human race thrived in the vast expanse of the starry sky, how could they allow their own kin to be fodder for outsiders? Especially Braydon, born with imnse courage.
“These beings are difficult to deal with,” Brecken Neal muttered quietly.
“This Fiery White Ape must be of the eternal realm.
With such a terrifying creature, the Land of Return is in grave danger!” Spero Neal’s expression grew somber.
No one could have anticipated that an eternal beast was sealed within the Dragon Spring.
Eternal realm—a realm known for its undying nature, where beings comprehend the eternal path.
What followed next surpassed everyone’s expectations.
Braydon strode toward the Dragon Spring, his voice resolute with each step.
“Though these individuals bear grievances against , I can defeat them.
However, consuming them is unacceptable.
Despite their faults, they are human.
To eat them would disgrace our race.
“I, Braydon Neal, stand as a guardian of humanity.
Today, I choose not to slay them but to rescue them instead.
Perhaps so may call soft-hearted or accuse of feigning purity.
“Yet, as the young leader of Hansworth, I vow to protect our people in life and beyond.
Even in death, I will safeguard our prosperity for ten thousand years.” … Braydon’s words were soft yet carried a profound resonance, reflecting his charisma and personal conviction.
Known as the Northern King, he defended his people fiercely while showing no rcy to adversaries.
His deanor was akin to an emperor—deep, inscrutable, and commanding respect.
Undeniably, Braydon embodied Hansworth’s martial spirit and the leadership of Hansworth.
None dared to question his worthiness for this esteed position.
To shoulder the destiny of the nation, Braydon subdued all major factions, dismantled the aristocratic families, and thoroughly reford the martial examinations to provide a path for humble-class martial artists.
He earned the respect of people across the land!
Braydon acquired the small black stone and gained control of the Great Hansworth Seal. With his own strength, he subdued the 3,000 ruins and employed all eight techniques to penetrate the ruins and safeguard Hansworth.
He earned the respect of the entire race!
As the leader, Braydon had to oversee the welfare of the people. This required more than just resolute thods, a fierce resolve, and a keen strategic mind!
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