ushernet Chapter 1439: Terrifying Combat Strength
Chapter 1439: Terrifying Combat Strength
Chapter 1439: Terrifying Combat Strength
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The force of ice and snow was effortlessly subdued, and space itself seemed to yield to Braydon Neal’s prowess.
With a single stroke, three frost bear carcasses littered the ground, a testament to his skill.
In the blink of an eye, Braydon unfurled his twelve wings, a display of his true power.
“Dual-pupils, activate!” he commanded, his wings now serving as his weapons.
There was no need for further augmentation; Braydon relied solely on his innate combat strength to kill the frost bears, creatures of a higher realm.
As he moved with precision and grace, his Foreman lineage revealed its secrets.
His wings transformed into razor-sharp blades, effortlessly cleaving through the frost bears.
His bloodline bestowed upon him the mastery of these ancient techniques, evident in the swift and deadly strikes he delivered.
With each kill, Braydon’s once pristine robe became stained with the blood of his foes.
In the midst of the frost bear horde, he seemed to revel in the newfound power he wielded, each move more calculated than the last.
Meanwhile, miles away, hidden in the snowy forest, a group of young individuals remained oblivious to the events unfolding outside the Hall of Souls.
Unaware of Braydon’s presence, they continued their own journey, ignorant of the arrival of the Neal family’s most formidable prodigy.
The group consisted of seven men and two women, all hailing from the same faction.
“Senior Brother!” cried out one of the petite girls, her voice filled with shock as she pointed toward the distant scene. “Look over there!”
“That’s the frost bear gathering place. There are around 20,000 frost bears, with an eminent saint leader among them. Anyone who ventures in there is sure to meet their end,” remarked the steady young man in a white robe without so much as glancing back.
They had already amassed a considerable amount of Frost Grass, which they could exchange for the cultivation pills they needed once they were able to leave.
“I think I see someone in the frost bear gathering place!” exclaimed the petite girl, her voice trembling.
“What?” The eldest senior brother and the others turned to gaze into the distance.
Sure enough, there was indeed someone there!
Though their view was obstructed and blurry from a distance, everyone present was a saint realm cultivator with exceptionally keen eyesight.
They all peered over and witnessed a young man clad in a blood-red robe engaged in a fierce battle with the frost bears.
“Does he have holy wings on his back?” The eldest senior brother’s eyes narrowed as he caught sight of the pristine white wings adorning Braydon’s back.
“Holy wings are the emblem of the feathered-men,” the petite girl nervously informed the group. “Could he be one of them?”
Silence fell over the group as all eyes remained fixed on Braydon’s figure.
Holy wings!
Twelve wings!
Having grown up in the Spirit Sea, they were familiar with a wealth of common knowledge.
Among them, the wings of the Foreman family were regarded as a sign of exceptional talent.
The feathered-men were known for being born with divine wings, but what they now witnessed were twelve wings!
Suddenly, the eldest brother had a realization.
In one fell swoop, he felled the frost bear, its massive form brought down by Braydon’s blade.
Braydon’s true combat strength exceeded 10,000, capable of felling even an eminent saint without amplification.
Unprovoked, Braydon’s might alone could lay waste to saints.
Once amplified, he could even take down an eminent saint!
Any affront to Braydon would beckon the wrath of various banished immortals, returning to slay holy masters!
Despite being in the Spirit Sea for less than a year, Braydon’s growth was unparalleled.
Like a young dragon entering the Spirit Sea, his emergence was bound to be astonishing!
In the frost world, devoid of sun or moon, Braydon continued his relentless slaughter of frost bears.
Their corpses littered the landscape, forming rivers of blood that stretched for hundreds of miles.
Clutching the blade, his white attire stained crimson, Braydon’s gaze remained resolute and cold.
His unwavering resolve mirrored the unyielding Northern King of the past.
Simultaneously, the ground cracked open, revealing a peculiar nine-leaf grass bathed in frost—the ten-thousand-year-old Frost Grass, a reward from the frost world. It dawned on Braydon the immense difficulty in procuring 1,000 Frost Grass—a feat that demanded the sacrifice of a hundred million frost bears!
As Braydon prepared to collect the ten-thousand-year-old Frost Grass, a sudden gust heralded danger.
A silver shuttle tore through the void, hurtling toward Braydon’s back with murderous intent.
With a single strike, he aimed to end Braydon’s life!
Braydon’s twelve wings folded inward, emanating a silver glow.
Clang!
The clash of metal reverberated through the air.
A powerful force surged into Braydon’s body, boiling his blood and coaxing a trickle of crimson from the corner of his lips.
Unscathed from the battle with the frost bear, he hadn’t anticipated an ambush!
Turning swiftly, Braydon scanned the surroundings.
In this world, no living being could evade his scrutiny.
No matter how perfect the concealment, it couldn’t elude the gaze of his dual-pupils.
All eyes were on the source!
“Truly befitting the strongest prodigy in Neal family history, with the blood of the Foremans coursing through his veins!”
A slender figure emerged from the deep snow.
Braydon raised his left hand, the primordial chaos sword materializing instantly.
No words were needed.
To attack him was to invite enmity.
Braydon never extended mercy to his foes!
With a speed swifter than teleportation, his twelve wings propelled him forward.
The primordial chaos sword cleaved through the air from the side.