Chapter 1199: Do I Need You to Teach Me?

Chapter 1199: Do I Need You to Teach Me?

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The fluorescent light posed a significant threat.

With a swift swoosh, two red rays of light shot toward Braydon Neal at lightning speed.

Having suffered a prior loss from the Black Cloud Panther, Braydon understood the formidable combat strength and deadly trump cards possessed by high-level spirit beasts.

Hence, he had been on guard for quite some time.

As the two red rays materialized, Braydon deftly flashed, leaving behind a myriad of white afterimages against the backdrop of the sky.

The red lights, however, seemed to be fixated on Braydon, relentlessly pursuing him.

Even with Braydon’s speed peaking at 1,200 meters per second...

The light’s speed proved even more formidable.

Nowhere to hide, Braydon found the two red lights behind him closing in with a swiftness surpassing his own.

Braydon turned around, and he drew the Northern King Sword from his waist.

The sword unsheathed, slashing horizontally, but the sword light dissipated on contact with the red lights.

The two crimson beams trailed him persistently, forcing Braydon to block with his sword.

Bang! Bang!

Two consecutive sounds echoed as the force sent the Northern King Sword flying, the streaks of crimson light following suit.

Another beam landed on Braydon’s body, the unstoppable light piercing through his chest and severing his heart meridian—a clearly fatal strike.

A single cough expelled blood from Braydon’s mouth, his eyes now bloodshot.

The eighth-level python king understood the effectiveness of its attack, believing Braydon to be on the brink of death.

However, Braydon’s countenance remained composed.

Having once fallen to Tony Wally’s sword on Heavenly Mountain, he relied on the Thousand Feathers Technique to recover.

Activating the Thousand Feathers Technique, Braydon’s injuries began to recover, albeit at a significant cost.

With a swift speed of 800 meters per second, the python king was no slouch.

Yet, Braydon, employing the eight pinnacle techniques, outpaced it at 1,200 meters per second.

In mere seconds, the two brothers vanished into the sprawling sea of greenery.

Escaping once more, the eighth-level python king found itself unable to keep up for the time being.

Braydon and Little Fool had now delved deep into the wilderness, distancing themselves by at least 300 miles from the Small Divine City.

As they ventured further from the city, the peril increased.

The duo navigated the treacherous terrain, entering the territory of another eighth-level python king.

These territories possessed a keen self-awareness, prohibiting other spirit beasts from trespassing—a lesson learned from their previous encounter, where they were chased for thousands of miles.

Taking refuge in this new territory, Braydon lowered his aura and remarked, “We’re still too weak. While we can handle seventh-level spirit beasts, dealing with eighth-level ones capable of challenging supreme pinnacles requires more strength.”

“Brother, when can we go home?” Luke, feeling homesick, yearned to return to the 14th ancient city and the outside world.

“The wilderness is incredibly perilous,” Braydon cautioned. “We’ve faced ninth-level spirit beasts, let alone eighth-level ones. To traverse over ten thousand miles of wilderness, we need to be at least at the sovereign pinnacle realm.”

“Alright then,” Luke replied, although he wasn’t entirely sure about the concept of the sovereign pinnacle realm.

As long as his brother reached that level, it seemed satisfactory.

Following this, Braydon instructed Luke to dig a hole in the ground, not a cave.

Luke found himself about a hundred meters underground, in a living space with two bedrooms, as the two brothers sought refuge beneath the earth’s surface.

With night falling and their wilderness camp vulnerable to spirit beast attacks, the underground hideout promised safety.

Braydon still had 27 bottles of transcendent-grade spirit pills.

He handed 7 bottles to Luke and said softly, “In the years to come, not only will I reach the sovereign pinnacle realm, but you will also attain this realm.”

“Oh!” Luke reluctantly accepted the pills, shooting an unfriendly look at the white ape. “Old monkey, why aren’t you cultivating?”

“I’ve hit a bottleneck,” replied the white ape, eyeing the little fool.

“Don’t bother Senior White Ape unnecessarily, Luke,” Braydon advised, helpless.

“Brother, you cultivate. I’ll guard you!” Luke pledged, patting his chest.

Braydon regarded him with a calm expression.