Chapter 1205: Great Success Warlock Martial Artist
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The streets were in chaos.
No one dared to do anything about it.
This gorgeous young man must have a powerful background.
Braydon Neal slowly turned around and saw a little girl in coarse clothes behind him. She was so scared that she was crying loudly. She was holding a rattle drum in her hand. Her parents were nowhere to be seen. She was standing alone on the road crying loudly. No one from amongst the chaotic crowd stepped out to do something about it.
The aborigine girl was at most five years old.
Braydon didn’t have a good impression of aborigine martial artists, but he wouldn’t ignore a child dying in front of him.
If the Northern King was this cold-blooded...
It probably meant that the Thousand Feathers Technique had been completely mastered, and there was no humanity left in him.
“Don’t cry, little girl!” Braydon said with a gentle smile. He bent over and picked her up.
“It is her glory for God to have mercy upon her.”
Takiyah Zakwe was beautiful, but to outsiders, she sounded like a descendant of a god.
Braydon frowned slightly. He said calmly, “What has it got to do with God?”
Takiyah smiled sweetly, as if she liked Braydon like this.
Takiyah was like this in the past.
That was why she hated the Oracle Palace.
As the two of them spoke.
The black carriage flew over.
“Hmph!” The gorgeous young man’s eyes flashed with a fierce light. “Lowly peasant! If you don’t move aside for me, you’ll die!”
The carriage didn’t slow down at all. The aborigine martial artists on both sides were shocked. They didn’t expect Braydon and Takiyah to be so unafraid of death.
Takiyah didn’t want to spoil this scum.
Her white dress fluttered in the wind, and her cherry lips parted slightly. “An ant that has offended the gods cannot live!”
“What?”
The young man driving the carriage looked terrified.
Only the gods and their descendants dared to say such words.
One sentence to prove their identity.
Takiyah stood rooted to the ground, but everything around her seemed to be imprisoned.
Including the galloping chariot, it froze in midair.
Swoosh!
A breeze blew past, and the carriage turned into ashes.
The spirit beast that was being pulled turned into a bloody mist, and a bloody mark appeared on the young man’s forehead. His eyes widened and his pupils dilated, and he stopped breathing.
Everything happened in an instant.
Takiyah’s mental power had reached a terrifying level.
The martial arts branch mainly focused on mental power.
Ancient martial arts mainly focused on vitality.
Both were different.
However, the terrifying mental power was invisible and colorless. For martial artists below the supreme pinnacle realm, there was no way to defend against it.
However, even so, she was still a descendant of a god and could not be neglected!
Braydon arrived at the palace and looked at the man, Hiuhu, with a serious expression.
Hiuhu’s aura was a little scary!
This was a quasi-emperor!
He had surpassed the supreme pinnacle realm and had yet to enter the emperor realm.
So he was a quasi-emperor.
He was only half a step away from the emperor realm.
This kind of martial artist was the most terrifying.
If the emperor didn’t appear, he would be invincible.
Hiuhu walked over and cupped his hands. “I didn’t know that Your Highness Zakwe had arrived. My apologies for not welcoming you!”
“I’m looking for Uncle Lebeko.”
Takiyah didn’t have any respect for Hiuhu.
The descendants of the gods stood proudly in the ruins.
Hiuhu’s expression turned serious. He said softly, “He has been in seclusion all year round. He told us not to disturb him. A month ago, a descendant of a god appeared in Zinno Hotel, but I didn’t dare to disturb him.”
“I want to see Uncle Lebeko. Do you dare to stop me?”
Takiyah’s temperament was cold, and her gaze seemed to be unkind.
Her aura became colder and colder.
Descendants of the gods would always look down on the aborigines no matter how strong they were.
Hiuhu frowned slightly and didn’t say anything.
A white-haired man slowly walked out of a thatched hut in the depths of the city lord’s mansion.
Her long hair was as white as snow and fell on his shoulders.
The eyes under the sword-like eyebrows were filled with an endless aura of vicissitudes, and there was no aura of an expert on his body.
“Takiyah, you haven’t come to see me for a long time!” His voice resounded throughout the hall.
“Ferhat!”
Hiuhu was shocked.
In the next second.
The white-haired man called Ferhat Lebeko appear in the palace.
“Uncle Lebeko!” Takiyah said.
“Little girl, back then, I tried my best to send you into the Oracle Palace, hoping that you would inherit your father’s position. However, you abandoned the palace and returned. You are still stuck at the last step.”
Ferhat shook his head gently, feeling sorry for Takiyah.
The Oracle Palace was indeed terrifying.
They had the ability to help martial artists with mental power of the ninth stage advance to the emperor realm.
They could enter the emperor realm with magic.
They were gods!
The warlock emperor was a god.
The two simply addressed each other differently.
Just as Braydon had expected, the so-called gods were just cultivators.
However, these people walked the path of martial arts.