ushernet Chapter 1472: Playmates and Classmates When We Were Young
Chapter 1472: Playmates and Classmates When We Were Young
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Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Boom!
A single strike unleashed a tempest.
Luke Yates’ gaze turned icy.
Stepping forward, he gripped his swords with both hands, emanating a thick and decisive aura of death.
The air crackled with tension as his killing intent surged.
Above, the sky seemed to split asunder, revealing the silhouette of a massive star.
...
It loomed ominously, as if poised to descend upon the world.
In that moment, voices echoed from the various levels of the Hall of Souls.
The creator of the Soul Tower spoke in disbelief.
“Crux...” he exclaimed.
“Star Lord, Crux Star!” another voice chimed in.
Luke’s secret was finally laid bare.
It seemed his past life might have been that of the Star Lord they were discussing—an apex figure at the heart of humanity.
His passing had left countless in mourning.
Now, with the Star Lord’s emergence, the creator of the Soul Tower recognized Luke without question.
It became apparent that the companions from Northern Army, who stood alongside Braydon Neal, harbored profound secrets within them.
Among these secrets was Braydon’s soul, branded with the Hundred Tribulations Heavenly Art—a revelation that added another layer of mystery to an already enigmatic situation.
Just like Thirteen’s soul back then.
How formidable was he?
Why was it that not even the three-year-old Braydon could harm him?
There was something peculiar about it, but no one had the answers.
In the midst of the chaos, the little fool was a whirlwind of activity, fighting on all fronts.
His ebony locks danced in the wind as he devoured a chunk of meat in a couple of bites, then slashed away with his twin blades.
The bearded man was a peak saint.
Luke’s blade was dripping with blood.
“Remember!” Luke’s voice thundered. “The one who will end you is Luke Yates! The Son of Heaven of the Northern Army has returned! Who dares claim my sword is unmatched in the human realm? Who dares to assert their invincibility? I am the Son of Heaven, and all beings are but subjects beneath my feet!
“I may yearn to challenge the heavens with my blade, but I refuse to clash with my brethren. Now that I’ve entered the Spirit Sea. I’ll not fight against my brothers, but against you! Anyone who dares lay a hand on my brother shall meet their end!”
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“Your Highness!” greeted the trio soul slaves in unison, bowing respectfully.
“Summon Lauritz Hagan. I have inquiries for him,” Braydon commanded, conjuring a mirror with a wave of his hand.
As the image materialized, Bilal Yarbro addressed Braydon respectfully. “Your Highness Braydon.”
“The vast expanse of the cosmos harbors myriad races, undoubtedly offering an array of treasures to enhance cultivator talent, correct?” Braydon inquired directly.
“Yes, there are various types available,” Bilal confirmed.
“I wish to make a purchase,” Braydon declared, his intent not for personal gain but to benefit Luke and others.
While the Northern Army had produced numerous geniuses in its time, the Spirit Sea boasted an even greater pool of talent, making top-tier resources essential.
Moreover, many of them were bloodline cultivators, inherently different from ordinary individuals.
Braydon had encountered genuine prodigies in the past.
Eva Foreman of the Foreman family, for instance, possessed remarkable potential.
In the entire Spirit Sea, perhaps only Braydon could rival her.
“What do you require, Your Highness?” Lauritz appeared on the screen. “The race will arrange whatever you need.”
“Provide me with a list and indicate the prices. I will purchase them,” Braydon stated firmly.
He refused to accept anything for free.
Even though it was offered by the race, it still incurred a debt of gratitude.
Braydon preferred to have Luke and the others indebted to him rather than owing a favor to the humans of the cosmos.
Being indebted to a race could potentially lead to unfavorable circumstances in the future.
“Aside from that, there are several items stored in the core warehouse of the Soul Tower,” Lauritz added. “Your Highness may find them useful. Feel free to visit the warehouse and select what you require. All areas in Hall of Souls No.788 are at your disposal.”
Information concerning Braydon had long been classified as top secret by the human race in the cosmos.
His status was akin to that of the eight lineage masters.
Upon Braydon’s eventual return to the human race in the cosmos, he would likely assume the role of chief of the ninth lineage, as per the plans of Chadwick Neal and the creator of the Soul Tower.
With that, Braydon turned and made his exit, ready to depart.
“Your Highness,” Lauritz interjected suddenly, “there’s something I need to discuss with you. When did you first encounter Luke Yates and the others?”
“We met in our youth. We were playmates, classmates, and later comrades,” Braydon replied, emphasizing the depth of their relationship.
Beckham Jovel and the others stood nearby, visibly taken aback, their attention piqued.
Given the closeness between the brothers, the Hall of Souls deemed it necessary to monitor Westley Hader and the others closely.
“The backgrounds of Luke Yates and the others might not be as straightforward as you assume, Your Highness,” Lauritz continued after a pause.
“Luke has never been one to keep secrets. He wears his heart on his sleeve, especially with his brothers. Whatever concerns him is evident on his face.
“He’s my younger brother, and that’s all that matters.”