Chapter 1768 Old Grudge
Chapter 1768: Old Grudge Chapter 1768: Old Grudge Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Chelsea Conroy shook her head.
“Who is this peak expert?” Braydon Neal asked, frowning.
Chelsea seemed to have a deep taboo about the subject, avoiding discussing it in front of Braydon.
“Mother, don’t you trust Grand Master?” Loki Foreman asked, astonished.
“No!” Chelsea quickly shook her head.
“Is the person who gave you this information in contact with me?” Braydon inquired.
“Yes!” Chelsea knew she couldn’t hide anything from her master. Even if she managed to conceal it now, Braydon would uncover it eventually, whether he was at his peak or navigating the river of time. In his previous life, Braydon had stood in the river of time with his sword, and even the time guardian he had defeated didn’t dare to show himself. Only one person could disrupt time, and that person was Braydon.
Chelsea remained silent for a long moment before finally asking, “Master, do you still remember Kirtland Fullbright?” “Of course I remember.
He was always slow and seemed dull, but after following me in my previous life, he always showed off his honesty.
He lagged behind in everything,” Braydon replied. Kirtland was nearly on par with the five lords in his previous life and was one of the most unfortunate figures by Braydon’s side.
Braydon had died in battle outside the starry sky, and several of his followers had perished there as well. Their souls couldn’t enter reincarnation, and their soul imprints were shattered, disappearing from the human world. To revive them, one would need to fight their way into the river of time.
Lord Woodruff of that era had tried to enter the river of time alone to revive his fallen comrades, but he had failed. Only Braydon, having returned to his peak, could attempt such a feat. Outsiders couldn’t achieve it.
Chelsea’s expression turned nostalgic.
“Back then, Senior Brother Kirtland had an epiphany and reached the peak realm.
He broke through the barriers with his sword and followed Master.
However, he left behind a son named Zadkiel Fullbright.” “Kirtland killed more than a hundred peak demons in his lifetime.
If his descendants dare to collude with demons and betray the human race, I will take vengeance for his father!” Braydon’s face turned ashen.
Regardless of the hardships he faced in his past or present life, Braydon had never considered betraying his race. Any form of betrayal, especially colluding with outsiders, was unforgivable and deserved execution.
Braydon left in a flash and returned to the outside world.
Swoosh!
Everyone looked over, particularly the Kithara Lord and the others. When they saw Braydon’s ashen face, they realized something serious was amiss.
“Where is Zadkiel?” Braydon asked tersely.
“I’ll send someone to find him immediately,” the Kithara Lord responded, stepping forward.
It became clear to everyone that Chelsea’s death was not a simple matter. Otherwise, why would Braydon be so intent on finding Zadkiel?
“Brother, the Northern Army is gathered in Zone 17,” Atreus Burnett reminded gently.
This reminder snapped everyone back to the present. Chelsea’s death was significant, but the immediate concern was the Northern Army’s presence in Zone 17. All the top experts were aware of what had transpired in the competition zone. Who would dare to oppose him?
The head of the five lords, the true body of the Bright Lord, had descended into the human world. Not even the eight lineage chiefs, let alone someone like Hristo Lore, would dare stand against the Bright Lord’s true body.
Braydon turned to Chelsea.
“Chelsea, go personally and find Zadkiel.
I want to see him alive or, if necessary, his corpse!” “Understood!” Chelsea replied and disappeared in a flash, heading to search for Zadkiel through the Virtual Spirit Association.
Since Braydon had given the order, no one dared to make a move.
At this point, anyone searching for Zadkiel would be drawn into the controversy surrounding Chelsea’s death. Getting involved in this matter would put you on the Northern Army’s hit list. At that level, not even the Great Immortal could offer protection!
Although the Northern Army ancestor had died, his influence persisted, even after thousands of years. Braydon alone wielded the influence of half the peak members of the race. The Cosmos Bank had the money, but the Cosmos Battle Arena had the people. The Virtual Spirit Association controlled more than half of the race’s resources, and the top forces of the three races had hidden more than 200 peak experts.
That was why Braydon had asked Luther Carden to take over the race’s power and force the eight lineage chiefs to relinquish some of their own. Even if the eight lineage chiefs were unwilling, what could they do? They were already well aware of the Northern Army’s influence. Losing face would mean risking the disintegration of the race. The upper echelons, including half of the absolute peak, would back Braydon overnight.
The Northern Army sons, all esteemed ancestors, were also a factor. If their identities were fully exposed, it would be a major embarrassment for the eight lineage chiefs, given their connections to these ancestors.
As a result, Chelsea was personally dispatched to find Zadkiel. Meanwhile, Braydon’s white robe flew across the void and landed in Zone 17.
This competition zone had hundreds of thousands of participants, and the rankings were about to be announced. Unfortunately, the announcement had to be delayed due to a significant issue.
The second master of the Northern Army, Luther, was lounging on a chair, his head tilted with his left hand propping up half of his face. He exuded a lazy aura, squinting as if resting. All of Northern Army’s higher-ups were present, including the 8 million elites and 80 legions he had brought from his hometown.
“Luther, all the armies have been mobilized!” Blake Matthews whispered in his ear.
The term “mobilized” meant that with a single order from Luther, the Northern Army would draw their swords and, in a short time, wipe out all competitors in Zone 17.
“Bring Savoy Lanaspeze here!” Luther said calmly, his eyes still closed.
“Yes, sir!” A hidden figure flashed away to carry out the order.
In Zone 17, where 210,000 participants were gathered, no one was allowed to leave. Some, frustrated and impatient due to their high cultivation, wanted to force their way out.
“What are you people trying to do?” a burly man in beast clothes said angrily from the eastern region. “The race has established a rule: once the competition ends, no one is allowed to seek revenge.
Those who break this rule will be expelled from the competition zone and barred from participating in any future events!” “Fellow cultivators, my father is one of the eight commanders under Stellar Realm Master Sadowsky of the 87th stellar realm.
Can you tell me what’s going on?” Some participants tried to leverage their family connections to get information about the Northern Army. In response, they received only cold stares.
The Northern Army legions obeyed military orders without question. All commanders had already been instructed to seal off Zone 17. Anyone who attempted to let someone leave without authorization would face execution.
The commanders had also reported the exact reason for the lockdown. Cole Colbie, the top lieutenant commander in the Northern Army, had been assassinated and struck with a peak-level Soul-Destroying Nail. He had almost died, and his soul imprint was severely damaged. It was clear that the Northern Army was being targeted.