Chapter 1705 Don't Come Over
Chapter 1705: Don’t Come Over Chapter 1705: Don’t Come Over Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation After saying that, Mayfly turned around and left. His two companions frowned. They weren’t fools and could sense that Mayfly seemed wary.
Was he afraid of Isidro Hasson?
Definitely not! Isidro hadn’t reached the final step yet, and Mayfly would certainly have the courage to confront him. Moreover, if the three of them worked together, they could even challenge path-returning cultivators.
Could there be creatures here even more terrifying than path-returning cultivators?
“Mayfly!” one of his companions called out.
Mayfly stopped and turned to look at him.
He said calmly, “If you’re unwilling, you can try.” He didn’t say much more to dissuade them. The person Mayfly feared most wasn’t Isidro, but Braydon Neal!
Before reaching the path-returning realm, Mayfly had no desire to face Braydon again. He was simply a monster! The owner of the golden wings, who had mastered the Ten Thousand Transformations Monarch Art and was destined to become one of the most terrifying prodigies of the race.
Mayfly didn’t want his path heart to be pierced through!
At that moment, Isidro was charging over. He wielded a sharp sword and transformed into a red light, aiming for Braydon’s chest.
Meanwhile, Braydon stood still with his eyes closed, meditating on the memories that had surfaced from his bloodline. A sudden sense of danger enveloped him, jolting him awake!
Boom!
A terrifying aura swept out in all directions as he opened his eyes. His one eye, with ten pupils, made anyone who looked at it feel as if the sun and moon had reversed.
A pair of golden wings appeared behind Braydon and instantly wrapped around his body, blocking the sword. The aura he emanated was incredibly oppressive. Based on this aura alone, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say he was at the great fulfillment of the eternal realm!
Isidro’s attack was stopped, and he retreated in shock. Braydon spread his wings, and a sword appeared in his hand—the Northern King Sword was drawn once more!
Swoosh! Braydon stepped forward with ghostly speed. He looked at Mayfly in the distance and smiled.
“We meet again!” “Farewell!” Mayfly turned to flee, but Braydon wasn’t about to let this old rival escape. Unfortunately, Isidro was in his way.
“Who are you?” Isidro asked, eyes wide with shock.
“The person who entered the rankings last year!” Mayfly exhaled sharply. Now that Braydon had set his sights on him, he knew he couldn’t leave.
Many had made it onto the rankings last year, but Mayfly’s recognition of Braydon indicated they had crossed paths before. Everyone remembered how Mayfly had once had a high score but had mysteriously dropped off the rankings. It was widely known that he had been killed. That day, a nameless figure had suddenly risen to the top, drawing significant attention.
Few knew the identity of that anonymous person.
Braydon glanced at Isidro, uninterested in his name. He drew his sword and slashed to the side. The move seemed ordinary, but it made Isidro’s hair stand on end.
He readied his sword to fight head-on, but Braydon’s sword suddenly blazed with a sharp glow.
Forbidden technique: Heaven-Splitting!
Braydon used a forbidden technique he hadn’t employed in a long time. Over the past year, he had inherited his ancestor’s bloodline memory and ultimate techniques. One of these supreme forbidden techniques was the Divine-Slaying Strike, which was actually divided into two parts.
The second part of the forbidden technique was the Divine Blade, which he had used to kill the white ape. The first part was the forbidden technique, Heaven-Splitting!
Back in his hometown, this offensive power was known as one of the top ten forbidden techniques. Under the Heaven-Splitting, Braydon’s blade instantly became nine times stronger.
When the blade struck, it cleaved through the sword, breaking it in half. The blade landed on Isidro’s shoulder, severing an arm and sending it flying, with blood splattering everywhere.
An eternal cultivator could heal such external injuries almost instantly, and regrowing a severed arm wouldn’t be a problem. However, Isidro was terrified. Without a word, he turned and fled.
His eternal body had been damaged by 80%!
Such terrifying damage was shocking. The eternal body of a great fulfillment eternal realm cultivator was extremely powerful— even a path-returning realm cultivator would struggle to inflict this level of harm. The extent of the damage was enough to frighten Isidro into fleeing at all costs.
Recovering from such severe injuries would take thousands of years. In the trial world, who had that kind of time?
Isidro crushed a black and white token and decided to escape. He turned into a gust of wind, his body disintegrating like a dream, and he was randomly teleported outside.
In a dark cave, Isidro was pale and covered in cold sweat. He had ten black and white tokens. Having used one, he still had nine left. Since he used the token, his points remained unchanged.
But Isidro’s eternal body was still 80% damaged. With such severe injuries, if he didn’t find a way to heal them, his condition would only worsen. If his eternal body were completely destroyed, it meant only his eternal soul would remain.
The cost of repairing an eternal body was enough to make any cultivator at the great fulfillment of the eternal realm despair. For someone without the backing of a large faction, the situation would be even more dire.
The items needed to repair an eternal body were sold at exorbitant prices in the outside world.
Not to mention the eternal pool, which could restore one’s eternal body. Even a great fulfillment level cultivator would go bankrupt after a single visit.
Isidro clenched his fists and cursed, “What’s going on?
Why is the trial world’s token useless?” Coincidentally, at that moment, Hardin Dolan’s voice echoed from above the trial world: “Attention, all participants.
A super inheritor has appeared in this year’s competition.
Nameless has an ancestral technique.
If one is killed by him, the black and white token will lose its effect.
Please take note!” His announcement shocked many people!
In this year’s Northern Stellar Realm Competition, an unexpected twist had occurred. The black and white token wouldn’t protect someone from death. If they were killed, it would be permanent!
Hardin and the others were also at a loss. They had personally witnessed Braydon’s recent sword move—it was the Divine Blade!
In just one year of comprehension, Braydon had already grasped a trace of the Divine-Slaying Strike’s essence.
The Divine-Slaying Strike could penetrate any defensive item, rendering the black-and-white token useless. The blade cut through the void, targeting the main body directly.
This blade had dual-pupils that could see through the essence of things. The Divine-Slaying Strike, however, was a move that broke through the void!
Hardin’s words left many with a cold feeling in their hearts. There would be real deaths in the trial.
Meanwhile, in the trial world, one person’s face turned pale—it was Mayfly!
Mayfly’s lips twitched as he saw Braydon approaching with a sword. He quietly began to retreat and said in a low voice, “Don’t come any closer!” “After killing you once, we can be considered acquaintances!” Braydon smiled.
Mayfly said with a flat expression.
“I feel humiliated!” “Let’s make a deal.
Tell me where these hundred people are, and I’ll let you go!” Braydon said, tossing a list of names into the air.
It was the list of the top 100 participants in the trial, including Mayfly and Isidro. Mayfly was ranked 17th!