Chapter 1729: Unlucky Siblings Chapter 1729: Unlucky Siblings Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Braydon Neal stood in the air of the small world, with an eternal path appearing behind him. At the sa ti, he was comprehending eternity. Braydon’s main focus was on understanding the path platform. There were two path heavenly marks on the path platform in his abdon. Braydon had already comprehended the first heavenly mark. As for the second path heavenly mark, what could he understand?
In this life, Braydon would not walk the sa path as he did in his previous life. That path was weaker. If it wasn’t weak, how could he have fallen? In this life, he would still reach the peak of the expert realm, but he would choose another path.
“The Hundred Tribulations and Ten Thousand Transformations are all restrictions, and the Spirit Summoning Monarch Art is even more important,” Braydon muttered with his eyes closed. The ancients were able to create shocking techniques. Future generations would naturally inherit the ultimate technique and create new laws.
Braydon entered a deep seclusion and no longer cared about the outside world. Luther Carden ascended to the highest hall of the human race and took control of the core authority. In just two days, he took over the position of the eight lineage chiefs and placed many people from the Northern Army in the hall. The core figures of the race were gradually replaced.
The most important replacent was soone the peak experts could not refuse with bitter smiles. This was because the returning ancestors were the founding ancestors of their respective lineages. Who would dare to compete with the ancestors for fa and fortune? Even the eight lineage chiefs did not dare to make a sound, let alone anyone else. However, these changes were not announced to the public. Nominally, the eight lineage chiefs and others were still in control of the race, but Luther Carden gave orders in their na, and Chadwick Neal and the rest still had to cooperate.
Far away in the Northern Stellar Realm, in the Stellar Realm Competition, out of tens of millions of participants, only a few hundred thousand remained.
What was even more terrifying was that all of them were eternals! The elimination system forced out each person’s potential, refining tens of millions of young geniuses over two years, leaving behind the most promising contenders. By the third year, all the competitors were frantically searching for their opponents again. In the third year, the points obtained would be multiplied by ten, making it the best opportunity to counterattack. If they didn’t act now, future opponents would be even more formidable. Not to ntion the top 100 contestants on the trial board—they were nightmarish opponents.
Above a cold pond, a topless young man was feeding a black dragon, with his younger sister soaking her feet beside him. The siblings were extrely comfortable! Ever since that pervert left, Sagan Lazenby was invincible in the trial world!
“Sagan, do you think Braydon will co back?” the girl, Samara Lazenby, asked, blinking.
Sagan’s face darkened at the question.
“Haven’t you been bullied enough by that demon?” he said in a low voice.
“If he cos back, will we still have a good life?” “That’s true,” Samara admitted, thinking it made sense. That pervert would bully her again!
Sagan ca ashore and looked at the trial board. “Although that pervert has left, I don’t think these guys are simple!” he said seriously.
“Are you talking about Little Fool?” Samara’s eyes lit up.
That simple-minded fellow had originally left with his brother. In the end, no one expected him to actually co back! At present, everyone was in a ss. Although his cultivation was low, he was indeed very strong. After reaching the eternal realm, he was almost as powerful as his brother. He was like a divine during the day and a demon at night, killing people during the day and demons at night.
Sagan had never seen such a contradictory person. There were two completely different and terrifying auras in his body, very similar to an ancient physique ntioned in the legends of the universe. That kind of physique was very terrifying. Sagan was not sure either!
At the sa ti, no one in the Northern Star Residence dared to interfere with this monster who had entered and exited the trial world twice. Hardin Dolan was even more selectively blind. After all, the young man didn’t recognize the demon body, but Hardin, being so old, definitely did. 30,000 years ago, that demon body had caused a great turmoil among the demons. Now, this person had returned. How could Hardin dare to offend him? They were eager to do him a favor so that they could get close to him in the future. When they returned to the higher-ups of the race, they could also give more resources to the Northern Star Residence.
At this mont, Sagan and his sister were chatting when the little fool rushed over with a sword in his hand. The target was not Sagan or Samara, but the big black dragon. When the human and dragon t, their eyes turned red!
Boom! The black dragon flew out of the cold pond, stuck out its tongue, and roared! The dragon’s eyes were red! Sagan’s face turned green as he roared, “Foolish boy, you’re doing it again.
This is the fourth ti!” The black dragon had lost its tail when they first t. The second ti, its dragon horns were cut off. The third ti, the dragon pearl was almost knocked out. In the end, the black dragon had looked at its newly grown tail and reluctantly cut it off to survive. Now, this bastard was here again! Every once in a while, he would co to take advantage of the situation. This was too much!
The black dragon panted heavily, wishing it could kill this silly kid. Luke Yates, holding a sword in his hand, was unwilling to be reasonable. Without saying a word, he picked up his sword and attacked. The black dragon wanted to charge forward! Sagan stopped his mount and pulled out his sword, saying angrily, “I’m really unlucky to have joined your Northern Army.
Other than you, there’s also that darn baldy who cos to spar with every few days.
If he can’t beat , he’ll beat my sister.
The hell with all of you!” He couldn’t help but suspect that the bald man was also from the Northern Army. It was Laird Xenos, the fourth master of the Northern Army! The reincarnation of the Frost Lord! He would spar with Sagan every now and then. If he couldn’t beat him, he would beat Samara. Sagan was about to go crazy! He felt that none of the Northern Army n were good.
They were all bad seeds! A bad batch! Now, this fool had co knocking on his door again. He had undoubtedly finished eating the dragon at he had gotten last ti.
He was here to strike again!
Sagan drew his sword in anger. The autumn wind blew with a sword, and the frost was cold for thousands of miles. Frost fell from the sky.
The cold air was bone-piercing!
Luke took a step forward, ready to receive the sword. His entire body was filled with the aura of divinity. A soul imprint appeared on his forehead. Two imprints in one body! Divine imprint! When the imprint was used, it was invincible! The mont he held the sword in his hand, he was like a real divine! Divine Luke! The blade could cut down path-returning beings. He was an eternal who could kill path-returning realm beings.
The two of them exchanged blows and actually took hundreds of moves head-on. Within a hundred moves, Luke was not at a disadvantage. Sagan, on the other hand, was bleeding from the corner of his lips, confirming that what he had said earlier was right. This iron fool had advanced to the eternal realm, and he was really a monster on the sa level as Braydon.
However, he had never seen Braydon at his peak. What they had seen back then was not when Braydon had gone mad! If the Northern King lost control, all kinds of forbidden techniques would be unleashed. Just the Spirit Summoning Art was enough to sweep across the world.
It was a pity that they had never seen the Spirit Summoning Art before, nor had they seen the scene of Hundred Tribulations Heavenly Art reaching completion. When that day ca, the universe would tremble because of Braydon alone.
Right now, the two of them were fighting. Sagan had already reached the ninth level of the path-returning realm. But he couldn’t do anything to the newly promoted eternal little fool.
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