Chapter 1830 Defeated With One Finger
Chapter 1830: Defeated With One Finger Chapter 1830: Defeated With One Finger Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation The figure on the god throne kept roaring.
“Why are you asking for me?
You’re just a peak god.
Back then, I killed over 10,000 people with my sword.
Which one were you?” One sentence from Idris Kalman was enough to infuriate him to death. He didn’t even remember his former opponents, showing just how arrogant he was back then.
Braydon Neal ascended the throne and picked up the sheathed sword. He smiled faintly.
“Interesting.
You want me to cut myself?
What a headache!” “You…
you all!” the figure was shocked and furious.
Idris pointed at the figure and crushed him.
“Idiot!” he cursed.
“Eon artifact, Universe Shattering Sword!” Braydon put away the Dharma Nation and examined the scabbard in his hand.
Swoosh!
Three parts of the sword were exposed. The snow-white light radiated a ferocious might, and a strand of sword Qi sliced through the void for 100,000 miles.
The void crack!
The sharpness of the weapon was unmistakable.
Braydon held the hilt of the sword and said softly, “It’s quite handy.
This sword specializes in breaking the body of a god.
A peak god’s body will be drained of god blood, and his god body will be crippled!
“The god soul can be destroyed with a single sword!” This was why Braydon wanted the Universe Shattering Sword.
Although his battle strength was high, it was extremely difficult to destroy both a god body and a god soul! He could defeat the enemy, but killing them was a different challenge—an awkward situation indeed.
However, with this weapon, things were much better.
As for the Soul Severing Sword, its uniqueness wasn’t in severing the god body but in severing the soul. Even the soul of a transcendent could be severed!
It was truly terrifying.
However, the Soul Severing Sword’s fearsome reputation was known across all races. Those beyond the starry sky knew of it too.
Using the Soul Severing Sword was too obvious. It wasn’t as discreet as the Universe Shattering Sword.
In the outside world, how many people could still recognize the divine realm’s four great god artifacts?
Braydon got what he wanted and left the god tower in a flash.
Everyone was waiting outside. The nine palace masters, recalling how Braydon had single-handedly defeated them, couldn’t help but show more respect.
“Sorry for keeping you waiting!” Braydon said, though he didn’t apologize at all, raising his hand to put away the Universe Shattering Sword.
“What is this sword?” the Divine Origin Palace’s palace master inquired.
“It’s just a small toy.
The divine palace will be recruiting new disciples tomorrow.
The masters of the various palaces will be attending, right?” Braydon smoothly changed the subject.
As expected, all the palace masters would step forward, and more than half of the elders would also appear, showcasing the power of the divine palace.
Braydon made it clear he would attend. As the palace master of the Northern Palace, it was his responsibility.
As long as he was a palace master, he would perform his responsibilities! Moreover, the cultivation of a crippled body wasn’t the main point—the main body was.
He hadn’t yet mastered the new technique, so there was no point in being anxious. If the new technique didn’t work, he definitely wouldn’t leave.
Loki Foreman and the others were aware of that. They would only consider departing after reaching the ancient god realm.
The next morning, the golden sun rose from the east. It was bustling inside and outside the divine palace.
The ten palaces, various peaks, elders, and disciples were all busy. Today was the recruitment meeting, and all the peaks were preparing to select good seedlings and recruit them.
Little did they know that beneath the divine palace lay a city so vast it could accommodate more than ten billion people. Over the years, it had been expanded thousands of times, finally reaching this magnificent state.
The divine palace recruited new members once every ten years. Young people from the divine realms all came, and the requirements for applying were very low—anyone under 10,000 years old could register.
In the divine realms, the beings were born gods.
Gods represented eternal life, which was why they considered those under 10,000 years old as mere youths. Hundreds of millions of beings had signed up to join!
The disciples from each peak had already stepped forward to manage those who registered. The moment the ten palace masters and the elders appeared, everyone fell silent.
The ten palace masters were all dressed in royal robes, each embroidered with the symbol of the divine palace: a sword, a stone, a ball of mist, and a tower behind them. These four symbols represented the four great god artifacts of the divine realm. Unfortunately, the Universe Shattering Sword was now with Braydon, and few knew about it.
Braydon, also wearing his royal robe, looked down at the mass of people below and asked softly, “Are there any demons among the applicants?” “Of course.
The divine palace is open-minded.
The beings born in the divine realm are all innate lifeforms.
They are known as the innate gods, regardless of whether they are humans or demons,” the Divine Origin Palace’s palace master explained gently.
Little did he know, this was testing Braydon’s limits. The divine realm hadn’t been destroyed unjustly back then! How many years had passed, yet these people still clung to such thoughts?
Humans and demons were mortal enemies! The demons’ hands were stained with the blood of countless humans. For the descendants of the human race, generations of ancestors had died at the hands of demons. The hatred between humans and demons was deeper than the heavens! How could he forget?
The ancestors had sacrificed their lives to protect the race and ensure the next generation grew up safely. And now, they were protecting a group of wolf cubs? Forgiving those beasts on behalf of his ancestors and praising them as a kind of congenital god, claiming that humans and demons were indistinguishable?
Braydon remained expressionless and didn’t respond to the Divine Origin Palace’s palace master.
“Someone once said that education should not discriminate between children,” remarked the burly man leading the large black dog nearby.
“If you wish to enter reincarnation, you can continue,” Braydon replied coldly.
The burly man pursed his lips slightly and decided not to provoke Braydon further.
Below, there were hundreds of millions of gods, undivided. Instead, every ten thousand people were under the unified jurisdiction of the divine palace disciples.
“Alright!” The palace master of the Divine Revelation Palace suddenly said, “The preparations below are nearly complete.
Elder Ileana Ivanov, begin!” “Yes, sir!” There were tens of thousands of elders in the Divine Palace, and Elder Ileana, ranked second, was a beautiful woman with a noble aura, carrying a kithara on her back. She swiftly moved to stand above the crowd, and with a delicate touch of her fair fingers, she began to play the strings. A soul-stirring melody echoed out, its penetrating sound reaching the hundreds of millions of applicants below.
Braydon understood immediately. The sheer number of applicants made this necessary. The kithara’s music was designed to test everyone at once, and those who could endure until the end would pass the first round of the assessment. This method also streamlined the process, saving considerable time.
With his hands clasped behind his back, Braydon observed as the kithara music began to take its toll. Some couldn’t withstand it. The music was strange, capable of unsettling the mind and conjuring disturbing visions. Yet those with firm path hearts remained unaffected.
As Braydon scanned the crowd, he noticed that more than half of the applicants were demons. This made him uneasy. Although he was against racial discrimination, he believed demons should be eliminated.
“I know a bit about the kithara myself.
How about I play a piece with Elder Ileana?” Braydon remarked with a faint smile.
As soon as he spoke, the Divine Origin Palace’s palace master was startled.
“Palace Master Neal!” he exclaimed.
“This is a recruitment, not a game.
Every step must be taken seriously, with no room for error.
Otherwise, the entire divine palace will lose face.” Despite the concern, Braydon produced a kithara and sat cross-legged, gently playing a tune that intertwined with Elder Ileana’s melody. At first, Elder Ileana frowned, but soon she relaxed. She realized that Braydon’s music had enhanced her own, making it feel a hundred times more powerful.
“I didn’t expect Palace Master Neal to be so skilled with the kithara!” she remarked with a nod of approval.