NOVGO.NET Chapter 1571: Creator, Braydon Neal!
Chapter 1571: Creator, Braydon Neal!
Skylar Neal was drenched in cold sweat.
Emmett Neal had already halted, unable to lead the way.
Everyone reached a deadlock.
Ignoring everyone, Braydon Neal gazed at the largest restaurant in Hoizen not far away and headed straight for it.
Swoosh!
All eyes turned toward him.
“What an arrogant brat. Do you think we’re nothing?” A purple-robed middle-aged man glared coldly.
The figure of the Son of Heaven’s Nine Strikes flashed forward.
In his left hand, an invisible saber slashed horizontally through the air.
The blade light spanned a thousand feet and cleaved down.
With just one strike, the saber shattered the purple-robed middle-aged man’s protective soft armor and cleaved him in two, slicing through to his core and destroying it outright.
He had fulfilled the middle-aged man’s earlier words—Braydon truly treated them as nothing, mere trash deserving of death!
Everyone was stunned and seething with fury!
No one had expected Braydon to be so audacious, utterly disregarding everyone present.
“Kill him!”
Fear of Braydon’s strength rippled through the group.
“City Lord, please execute him!”
“The Neal family has raised a formidable talent!”
The city lord appeared, his voice laced with anger.
His authority had been flouted, and now Braydon had brazenly taken a life before him!
Was there any limit to his arrogance?
The city lord, draped in a black robe and hailing from Elysium, exerted a surge of pressure aimed squarely at Braydon.
“Life and death realm!” Braydon observed with a glance.
“Hmph, kid, it’s too late to regret now!” Someone sneered.
The life and death realm was a domain comprehensible only to cultivators of the saint heart realm—it transcended the boundary between life and death.
In the Spirit Sea, achieving such a level was exceedingly rare, occurring perhaps once every ten thousand years.
But so what if he was a life and death realm cultivator?
Braydon had faced such opponents before.
Moreover, the city lord’s cultivation merely reached the initial stage of the life and death realm.
What was there to fear?
“You might rebel in the outside world,” the city lord coldly remarked, hands clasped behind his back, “but here, disobedience means death!”
“I’ll slaughter you like a dog!” Braydon shot him a glance, then continued onward, disregarding the threat.
Everyone was stunned—then, deeply shocked.
They found Braydon’s audacity beyond belief.
How dare he publicly scorn the city lord like this?
“You’re asking for death!” The city lord attacked furiously, aiming a palm strike at Braydon from behind.
His palm bore the weight of a millstone!
Bang!
Witnesses feared Braydon’s imminent demise.
But suddenly, ten thousand figures materialized behind him.
The first figure transformed into a cosmic form, the Dharma Idol attempted to manifest its full stature.
Yet, it was suppressed—its colossal form of 10,000 meters reduced to a mere 100 meters.
Standing behind Braydon, it intercepted the city lord’s attack, stunning everyone.
“This is…” someone gasped in astonishment.
“Eternal Dharma!” another exclaimed.
The city lord was visibly shaken.
He recognized that the eternal realm surpassed the life and death realm—eternal, indeed.
“You’re in the eternal realm?” he asked fearfully.
In the next moment, the hundred-meter-tall figure opened its eyes and formed a hand seal.
A single strike landed—a devastating blow that shattered the city wall and pulverized the city lord into a bloody mist.
Braydon halted, and the Dharma Idol behind him withdrew its power and dissipated.
“He didn’t kill them all? He spared them?” murmured the shocked onlookers.
It didn’t align with Braydon’s typical demeanor.
The Northern King wasn’t known for mercy towards foes.
Despite the shock, they failed to grasp the true extent of Braydon’s terror.
His single strike had nearly obliterated the city lord.
Little did they know, Braydon harbored no intention of letting them survive.
This was a calculated move—a means to an end, leveraging circumstances in the unpredictable Land of Return.
For instance, some among the crowd regained their senses and looked at the city lord, who had returned to his form, with horror.
“Run! Fellow disciples, flee Hoizen now!” one exclaimed urgently.
“Oh no!” The realization struck everyone in an instant, sensing the baleful aura around them surge violently.
It escalated not by a thousand or ten thousand times, but more than ten million times over!
Instantly, the baleful aura spread across tens of thousands of miles, transforming Hoizen into a realm of death.
Ghostly cries echoed, and the dense, red baleful aura flowed like liquid, invading the city lord’s body.
Braydon hadn’t killed the city lord but left him severely wounded.
Now, with the baleful aura taking hold, would the city lord withstand it?
In a flash, the baleful aura engulfed him, causing his consciousness to falter and turning him into a mindless killing machine.
His eyes glowed crimson, exuding an unending aura of death.
Like a wild beast gone berserk, he lunged forward, grabbing the nearest person—a member of the Stone family.
With bare hands, he pierced the person’s chest and ripped out their heart.
“Ahhh!” The victim’s anguished screams pierced the air.
Terrified, everyone fled without hesitation, desperate to escape Hoizen.
The once safe haven for cultivators had become the most perilous place.
The architect of this chaos was Braydon.
Did the ten super forces really control Hoizen?
Today marked the loss of their grip over it.
In the vast ancient city, fear-stricken cultivators fled for their lives.
Braydon carried his brother into a hotel, Ulleris Hotel.
It was the largest establishment in Hoizen, owned by a saint heart realm cultivator.
As Braydon entered, a staff bowed nervously and said, “Young Master, we have prepared the best Supreme Suite for you!”
Accepting the best room offered, Braydon gently laid his younger brother on the bed and waited silently by his side.
Skylar’s aura seemed unsettled, yet his cultivation remained stable, unaffected by outward violence.
The issue lay solely with the soul imprint—he alone had to face this trial.
Soon, Ryder Galante, a middle-aged man, appeared at the door, his face moist with sweat.
He knocked respectfully and announced himself, “Ulleris Hotel’s owner, Ryder Galante, pays his respects to the Young Lord!”
“Please come in,” Braydon invited.
Entering the living room, Ryder addressed Braydon with utmost deference, “Young Lord, Ulleris Hotel is my establishment. If you find it to your liking, this guest room shall always be reserved for you. I only ask that the Young Lord protects the hotel.”
“My brother is in a delicate state. He cannot be disturbed,” Braydon replied firmly.
“Thank you, Young Lord!” Ryder expressed his gratitude, bowing deeply. “Thank you for your protection.”
Braydon then sat alone, sipping tea as he gazed out the window.
His attention turned to the city lord wreaking havoc outside, driven by the baleful aura.
around, cultivators from the major factions fled in fear.
None dared to confront this newly empowered killing machine.
Observing the city lord’s enhanced strength under the baleful influence, Braydon realized the situation had escalated to a dangerous level.
However, the boundless baleful aura surged into the city lord’s body, accelerating his cultivation!
Originally at the first stage of the life and death realm, in the blink of an eye, he advanced to the third level of the life and death realm!
His cultivation continued to surge.
Braydon’s eyes brightened, yet he showed no intention of intervening.
But that didn’t mean Braydon would enjoy peace.
Over a dozen Neal family elders arrived, all gathering to discuss urgent matters with Braydon.
The moment Emmett and the others entered the room, “Ulleris Hotel is under my protection. Let the family elders in,” Braydon’s voice resonated clearly.