ushernet Chapter 1330: The Magical Silver Wing
Chapter 1330: The Magical Silver Wing
Chapter 1330: The Magical Silver Wing
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
If, one day, Braydon Neal ventured into the divine realm, he’d likely prove unbeatable in the divine realm!
Who’d risk letting such a formidable opponent slip away?
The middle-aged divine unleashed a furious punch, declaring, “No matter your talent, today you shall fall. Throughout history, countless prodigies have stumbled on their path to greatness. You won’t be an exception!”
Boom!
The ancient martial arts banished immortal boldly countered with a punch of his own.
Just one strike.
Their fists clashed, resonating like thunder.
It resembled a clash of titans.
The ancient martial arts banished immortal exuded a commanding aura, fueled by the nation’s fate.
The fates of myriad nations converged upon him.
His very being underwent a profound metamorphosis, fortifying his physique.
Empowered by 3,000 imperial paths and the collective fate of the nations, he stood his ground against a sixth-level divine realm adversary without faltering.
The middle-aged Emperor stood stupefied.
Onlookers were equally astounded.
Rayha Qhobela was particularly taken aback. Only a few years had passed since their last encounter, yet Braydon’s prowess had soared to unimaginable heights.
Such rapid growth was utterly terrifying!
In the span of mere years, he’d attained the strength to confront a sixth-level divine expert.
Braydon was barely in his twenties!
For anyone else, even a venerable elder over two centuries old boasting the prowess of a sixth-level divine expert would still be hailed as an unparalleled prodigy.
Yet, this extraordinary feat belonged to a youth barely in his twenties.
“I sense his youthfulness!” murmured the earth dragon, voice low.
“He can’t be more than thirty!”
High above, a colossal four-armed ape, towering at a thousand meters, emanated waves of sheer power.
Originating from the forbidden zone, he remained ignorant of Braydon’s background.
Yet, he couldn’t deny the surging vitality coursing through Braydon.
He couldn’t be older than thirty!
“A prodigy like him must meet his end today. We can’t afford to let him slip away,” whispered an aborigine, voice barely audible.
“Allow him to live, and within a century, he’ll ascend to the divine realm. That spells our doom.”
Who would dare nurture such a profoundly unsettling entity?
To harbor such a world-altering force was sheer disregard for their own longevity!
For a moment, none dared underestimate Braydon.
The might of a great-success divine.
In an instant, the middle-aged divine halted, turning to cast a glance over his shoulder.
Gideon Zavala unleashed his formidable presence, forcefully interrupting the skirmish.
His velocity was astounding, whipping up a tempest in his wake.
Surveying the battlefield, he spoke softly, “The one he favors, even if shackled by the Spirit Sea, shall not meet his end by your hand.”
His words elicited narrowed eyes from Rayha Qhobela and the others.
The denizens of the Spirit Sea were enigmatic entities, shrouded in mystery even to the inhabitants of the ruins.
“Those Spirit Sea folk are growing bolder by the day,” Gideon murmured. “Constantine is ensnared within the Spirit Sea, unable to intervene. However, should his precious one meet his demise today, I can assure you, he’ll breach the Spirit Sea’s confines and unleash havoc upon you all.”
Spirit Sea’s Constantine Siegel.
Foremost among the Siegel lineage’s dual-pupiled cultivators.
Gideon was intimately familiar with him.
The laws of the world may be immutable, but humanity remained dynamic.
Rules were established, yet they could be flouted.
The Spirit Sea held its own taboos.
Even so, should its denizens descend into madness, no rule or taboo could contain their fury.
“And who might you be?”
While the middle-aged divine was at the sixth level, they boasted 35 divines on their end, rendering them unshaken by Gideon’s presence.
A small silver wing materialized in Gideon’s palm.
In an instant, it darted into Braydon’s form as he conveyed, “This is the sole assistance he can offer you. He’s been cautioned against aiding you directly. However, given his disposition, if you were to meet your end today, he may well breach the Spirit Sea to avenge you.”
“Thank you,” Braydon acknowledged, recognizing it as Constantine Siegel’s gesture.
Constantine had intervened in Braydon’s life at the tender age of three, implanting a seed of life within him.
This act reduced Braydon’s innate talent by 30% while siphoning off his life force.
Yet, it shielded Braydon from undue hardship in his youth, averting the envy of the heavens.
The silver wing merged seamlessly with Braydon, manifesting behind him.
The diminutive silver wings adhered to Braydon’s back, seamlessly melding with his flesh as though an extension of his being.
With a swift motion of his mind, Braydon unfurled his wings.
Spanning three meters, the silver-white appendages bore intricate runes, their edges keen as a blade.
“Sky Splitting Wings,” Gideon remarked, his tone tinged with envy. “Engraved with spatial runes, tripling your speed to over 3,000 meters per second. You can cleave through space effortlessly. Even divine-level entities would sustain injury upon contact.”
With that, Gideon vanished in a blur.
“Do not court death,” he admonished. “Preserve your life, and the future holds boundless potential for you.”
It was counsel from Gideon.
Endowed with the Sky Splitting Wings, Braydon held the power to dictate his fate.
If he chose to live, none could hinder him. But should he court death, none could rescue him.