Chapter 1753 Sword Immortal
Chapter 1753: Sword Immortal Chapter 1753: Sword Immortal Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Coincidentally, at this moment, Braydon Neal said, “I don’t think there’s a need to kill you anymore.
However, my sword needs to sever the blood of a spirit body as a sacrifice for my new path!” Braydon’s expression turned icy.
He looked at the first of the nine supremes and handed over the Northern King Sword, saying calmly, “Kill him!” “Understood!” The first figure descended swiftly, wielding the Northern King Sword and radiating an immense, terrifying pressure.
Spirit body genius Lyo Bogner’s face twisted in anger.
“Just one clone isn’t enough to kill me!” Braydon’s true body remained still. To Lyo, this was the ultimate humiliation. The two clashed in an instant, and Lyo was utterly annihilated. The pressure of the spirit body pierced through the heavens and the earth, with a faint divine aura seeming to loom over all mortals.
Braydon observed and remarked softly, “This divine aura makes me instinctively disgusted.
I swore when I was young to kill all the divines in the world to prevent them from deceiving others!” With that, Lyo’s fate was sealed. Originally, Braydon had planned to use Lyo’s blood as a sacrifice for the new path, not intending to take his life. But now, Braydon was determined to kill him!
The eruption of Lyo’s spirit body was no small matter. It grasped a trace of divine power, an extremely overbearing force capable of annihilating all other powers. Yet, under Braydon’s control, wielding the Northern King Sword, all of it proved useless.
Each of the nine figures had fused with 3,000 Dharma Idols. Braydon’s combat strength was unmatched! Even a spirit body could be killed!
Braydon swung his sword horizontally, destroying everything in its path. A head flew as the blade passed by. Lyo had believed that his spirit body would protect him from death.
But he was terrified!
The moment his head was severed, Lyo tried to reassemble his body. To his dismay, he found that an incredibly overwhelming force was destroying his body and extinguishing the divine power of his spirit body. This power seemed to be targeting his very essence.
“No!” Spiritual fluctuations echoed from his head. Unfortunately, it was too late. Even the death substitution talisman was ineffective. His form and soul were being extinguished, and his soul was destroyed.
The ancestor of the human race’s technique, the Divine-Slaying Strike, had taken its toll.
The world fell silent. The nine supremes stood together, watching as Braydon stepped into the sky and examined the Northern King Sword, now stained with the blood of Lyo’s spirit body. He said softly, “The sword is now stained with the blood of his spirit body.
I was born in this generation, so fighting with them isn’t considered bullying.” “Congratulations, Grand Master!” Loki Foreman said with genuine happiness.
“You two attack together,” Braydon instructed Bedirhan Leitner.
“I want to see what the nine supremes look like when they combine into one!” “Understood!” Loki responded obediently.
Bedirhan smiled wryly and said, “I admire Brother Neal’s talent.
I’m afraid I won’t be able to challenge you with my current strength.
You can kill a spirit body, and the nine supremes can be fused with you.
With Brother Neal’s comprehension, I believe you can push through the spirit body realm!” “It’s just a geographical advantage,” Braydon replied. He had fused with the Dharma Idols using the Spirit-Summoning Art and the great spirit of this world, which might damage the world’s lifespan.
Bedirhan and Loki could only face Braydon together. They both released their pressures—Loki at the ninth level of the spirit body, and Bedirhan at the fifth level. They were top geniuses of the human race, representing the best of the younger generation.
“Let’s begin!” Braydon said softly.
“Please enlighten me, Grand Master!” Loki said eagerly. This opportunity to receive Braydon’s guidance would save him a great deal of effort and help him avoid many detours in the future.
Loki showed no mercy and unleashed his peak combat strength. He wanted to impress the Grand Master and learn more about the path of cultivation afterward.
Loki’s entire being radiated divinity, especially his chest, which gleamed golden as if it had shed its flesh and evolved. He drew out a sword, likely a path artifact reserved for the highest experts.
“Heavenly sword!” he shouted, brandishing his sword. The Three Lives Daoism Art, passed down from the leader’s direct disciple, accompanied his movements. The eight sword techniques were nothing short of astonishing.
The heavenly sword appeared, wielding the power to conquer the heavens. More specifically, this blade technique aimed to cut through the heavens themselves, not merely to kill people but to challenge the very heavens.
As Loki used this technique, Braydon smiled, but he also felt immense pressure. After all, Loki possessed a ninth-level spirit body. Braydon also sensed Bedirhan’s killing intent from the east.
The Son of Heaven struck nine times. With each strike, the power intensified.
Swoosh!
The first strike surged into Braydon’s body. The great spirit light beam from the heavens fell upon him. After fusing with his first clone, Braydon seemed capable of slaying an opponent at the third level of the spirit body.
With the second strike, his strength appeared to reach the fourth level of the spirit body. The monarch art clones merged into him, enhancing his spirit to an unparalleled level. He seemed unrivaled as he looked down upon the world.
By the time the eighth strike had fused, Bedirhan was so overwhelmed he could barely breathe. The ninth strike completed the monarch art, reaching a state of great success.
Loki’s face was pale, and he panted heavily, his body bending as if in submission. To them, Braydon seemed as powerful as a god.
At that moment, Braydon’s white clothes fluttered in the wind, his divine aura making him appear as the strongest person in the world.
Braydon said softly, raising his hand.
“A million swords, a single sword immortal!” Swoosh!
All the plants and trees transformed into swords. Every blade of grass, tree, and green leaf stood upright in the sky, hanging in midair.
“Go!” Braydon waved his hand with a faint smile.
Swoosh!
Swoosh!
Swoosh!
The grass and trees in the sky flowed like a river of stars, and the swords swept across the sky. Streaks of light surged out.
Loki and Bedirhan’s expressions changed. They used their peak combat strength, but within a breath, they were enveloped by the green leaves. Streams of light pierced through their bodies as if ten thousand swords were stabbing their hearts.
Both of them were eliminated in an instant, leaving behind shattered talismans. Their combined efforts were no match for Braydon.
The two were teleported outside.
“This ancestor is just as impressive as ever!” Chadwick Neal remarked, stepping forward.
“Chief, we…” Bedirhan said with a bitter smile.
He hadn’t expected to be eliminated.
Chadwick reassured him, “It’s alright.
You two can be made an exception.
After all, that ancestor has created another amazing technique, which is a great benefit to our human race.
I’ll allow you to choose a new competition zone and re-enter!” No other peak experts objected. In this situation, making an exception was reasonable. Otherwise, Loki might complain, saying they were unfairly eliminated because of Braydon. It would be difficult for anyone to disregard the ancestor’s authority.
Thus, Chadwick offered them the chance to select a new competition zone.
“I still choose Zone 9!” Loki said decisively.
“Good choice!” The Foreman chief, who was fond of Loki, recognized his intentions.
Many other chiefs would also be eager to follow Braydon. They had seen firsthand how formidable the people around the leader could be.