Chapter 974: Enemies Can’t Be Killed

Chapter 974: Enemies Can’t Be Killed

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The temptation of the supreme pinnacle art was too great!

Not only were there too many old antiques in Hansworth that were stuck at this step.

A large number of old fellows around the world were limited by this step.

Once they knew that a supreme pinnacle art had emerged, they would definitely fight for it.

For example, because of the exposure of the Supreme Forbidden Art back then, Finley Yanagi had been hiding in the dark for ten years and had only appeared recently.

If outsiders knew that there were two arts in Luke’s body, there would be countless old things who would want to skin and tear apart the little fool.

Braydon Neal smiled faintly. “That’s why I keep him by my side day and night. I let him play by himself in the country. If no one is taking care of him, I’m afraid I won’t even know if he gets kidnapped.”

Dexter Jansky nodded gently and turned to look at the little fool in the distance. He was with the donkey, roasting fish again, and his entire body exuded a carefree aura.

At this moment, it was almost dusk.

On the northern shore of Faros Island, an extremely powerful pinnacle aura erupted.

This pinnacle aura came from Marshland’s Crown Prince, Leocadio Delgado.

He was attracting the fate of Marshland.

Braydon put his hands behind his back and smiled lightly. He looked into the distance and said softly, “It’s starting!”

In the sky above the northern shore of Faros Island, invisible national fate slowly gathered. The altar built below was more than a hundred meters tall.

Leocadio was standing right here!

His temperament was cold, and his mind was always revolving around Braydon’s words.

Braydon wanted to raise him as an enemy.Fịndd new updates at novelhall.com

Raising the enemy was way too humiliating.

It was like raising domestic pigs, raised to become pork chops.

Thinking of this, Leocadio spread out his arms and roared at the sky. “Descend, the fate of our country!”

Not only was he the prince of Marshland, but he was also the top martial arts genius of Marshland.

How could he be willing to suffer such humiliation!

Today, he was going to fully carry the fate of Marshland and raise his strength to another level. He was going to fight Braydon to the death.

Little did he know that Braydon didn’t care about Leocadio’s feelings.

What Braydon wanted was the fate of Marshland.

“Elder Jethroe, Marshland has existed for thousands of years. How many martial arts inheritances are left in this land?”

Braydon’s words were originally more straightforward.

That was how many old antiques were left in the Marshland’s martial arts world.

Dexter looked at Jethroe Jansky.

Therefore, Leocadio couldn’t stop Braydon.

On the altar, Leocadio raised his hands above his head as if he was surrendering. In fact, he wanted to raise the fate of the country.

The fate of the country was formless, but shockingly heavy.

That formless heavenly might of the country’s fate was not something that ordinary people could carry.

Braydon stood with his hands behind his back and did not take advantage of the situation.

On the contrary.

Braydon stood quietly at the side, watching Leocadio bear the fate of the country.

The scale of the country’s fate was naturally not comparable to the ten layers of Hansworth’s fate that Braydon had carried.

However, if Braydon wanted to step onto the heaven-suppressing path, he had to obtain the fate of the country.

As the national fate descended, it was only 200 meters away from the altar.

Leocadio bent his arms, and his left leg instantly fell to the ground.

Kneeling down on one knee!

The fate of the country was too important.

Leocadio’s kneeling meant that he had reached a critical point.

“Are you at your limit?” Braydon asked calmly.

“I won’t fail!”

Leocadio’s red eyes were about to split open. He knew how terrifying the white-robed youth in front of him was.

He could carry all ten of Hansworth’s national fortunes.

He, Leocadio, could also bear the fate of the country with his mortal body!

Unfortunately, carrying the fate of the country was not something that could be accomplished by relying on a single stream of Qi.

Braydon turned around and sat alone in a corner of the altar. He looked down at the vast land below and said faintly, “With my bearing, I could have carried the fate of the country when I was young. My teacher in the capital made me reach the age of twenty before I was conferred a title on Mount Tanish. Do you know the reason?”

Leocadio wouldn’t understand at all.

If he understood this logic, how would he dare to attract the fate of the entire Marshland tonight!

Braydon said softly, “The fate of a country carries the hopes of the people and the future of the nation. How can a person who has no merit, virtue, or the bearing of a hero dare to carry it with his own body!”

“I used the Northern King Sword to point at my grandmother, Whitney Jansky, at the peak of Mount Hans. I once led 200,000 elites of the royal army to surround the entire Lenver!

“In the end, the blood of the Jansky family is still in my body!

“Even so, I have no choice but to do this.

“The Garrison King of Hansworth, the person who carries the fate of the nation, the person who has half a foot in the altar, must not have anything to do with the aristocratic families. He must not have any contact with the four entities. If I am a member of the aristocratic families, I’m telling you that in just one night, all the martial artists in the world who come from the grassroots will lose their hearts in martial arts!

“Young genius martial artists like Charles Lansky will pursue me their whole lives.”

Braydon sat at a corner of the altar and said all that to Leocadio.