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Chapter 1411: Who Dares to Interject?
Chapter 1411: Who Dares to Interject?
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“2048 hexagrams!”
Yin and yang entwined, while the Eight Trigrams underwent a transformative evolution, the divination unfolding before their eyes.
With each shift, the silver-masked man’s aura surged explosively.
“His combat strength has skyrocketed by 20,000 times!” Sigfrid Seymour exclaimed, his voice tinged with horror.
The staggering augmentation of Braydon Neal’s battle prowess ignited a storm of killing intent within Sigfrid’s heart.
In truth, he wasn’t the only one who had discerned Braydon’s true identity.
“Sigfrid, you see through it too?” inquired Jairo Mobley of the Golden Dragon Pavilion.
“And even if you do, dare you lay a hand on this Neal family prodigy?” countered Sigfrid, his gaze piercing.
Gregorio Lawler from the Fallen Pavilion approached, exuding a frigid and murderous aura.
“His strength has increased twenty-thousandfold. His technique remains unfamiliar to me,” he remarked coolly.
“The path manifests as Taiji, with yin and yang at its core and the Eight Trigrams in auxiliary roles. It’s a multifaceted path,” another noted, drawing the attention of all present.
Representatives from the six other major powers congregated, with the exception of those from Elysium Sect who remained absent.
It was a clear indication of the reluctance to entangle themselves in the brewing conflict between the Nealand Stone families—a feud well-known to all in attendance.
If they weren’t cautious, a full-fledged war loomed on the horizon between the two factions.
Regardless of the participants, the toll would be hefty in the end.
All eyes were fixed on one individual: Braydon.
Only Soul Slave No. 3 had witnessed Braydon’s exploits within the Ivory Tower; outsiders remained oblivious to his capabilities.
They were unaware of Braydon’s journey to the thirteenth stage and the trials he had overcome.
Six months later, the Neal family boasted the emergence of its most formidable prodigy in the region’s history.
The anticipation to learn more about him was palpable among the spectators.
Under their scrutinizing gaze, Braydon embarked on a relentless rampage against saints.
While emperors could live for millennia, Saints could endure for two thousand years.
Their longevity often correlated with their formidable strength.
In the outside world, saints were perceived as invincible beings.
However, within the confines of the Spirit Sea, saints were abundant.
An envoy from the Elysium Sect had arrived, casting a hush over the assembly as all eyes turned skyward.
Severin found himself besieged by Lyon Foreman and Torrance Siegel, his life hanging by a thread.
Fortunately, the arrival of the Elysium Sect contingent eased the pressure on him significantly.
“Dariel, please save me!” Severin’s relief was palpable.
“The Elysium will ensure justice,” declared Dariel Jaggers, his tone matter-of-fact, signifying Elysium’s intervention.
This gesture implied that Elysium was invested in the matter—a stance that most of the major factions dared not challenge.
In the Spirit Sea, challenging the Elysium Sect was unthinkable—the foremost faction held unparalleled authority.
Unperturbed, Remington Neal maintained his resolve, spear in hand, issuing a chilling command: “Continue the slaughter, Lyon, Torrance!”
“Remington?” Torrance’s astonishment was evident.
Remington’s decision risked offending Elysium, a move fraught with consequences.
“Remington,” Dariel’s voice remained composed, “Let’s resolve this through dialogue. Why resort to bloodshed? You’re quite the intriguing character.”
The confrontation halted momentarily, but Braydon remained undeterred, manipulating the Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams with precision.
As the diagram expanded and contracted, he continued his relentless assault on the Stone family, claiming the lives of twenty-seven saints.
Dariel raised his hand, summoning a formidable binding force to subdue Braydon, intent on capturing him.
As Dariel prepared to act, his actions provoked the ire of the trio.
“Dual-pupils, activate!” Torrance’s sudden outburst reverberated with anger.
“This is beyond Elysium’s jurisdiction!”
Simultaneously, the Lyon unfurled his snow-white wings, a natural instinct ingrained in his kind—the feathered-men.
Remington launched his assault, thrusting his cold spear forward.
The impact shattered the sky, sending shockwaves rippling across a vast expanse.
The pressure he exerted was akin to that of a holy master—a revelation that left the onlookers dumbfounded.
Their astonishment quickly gave way to understanding.
Remington’s prowess was no surprise; he had once roamed as a rogue cultivator, striking down peers of his generation.
Even Kohen Neal, now the head of the Neal family and a holy master, had fallen short in comparison.
With the appearance of the cold spear, space collapsed around it, funneling all spatial energy toward its tip.
In an instant, the cold spear was unleashed, hurtling forward with deadly intent.
Dariel’s expression shifted abruptly; he had long been aware of Remington’s capabilities, having witnessed them firsthand during their shared youth.