Chapter 1215: You Can Name Your Price
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Zahran Cwele’s face immediately turned green.
What happened to sincerity?
He was about to collapse.
Without hesitation, the two rushed to Braydon Neal’s room, finding a message on the door beam.
“The Ancestral Land has summoned me, so I have to return immediately. I hope everyone can forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye!” Braydon’s note explained politely.
However, the underlying truth was clear – he had run away.
Zahran sought guidance from Lekan Yiga, asking, “Lord Lekan, what should we do?”
“Search immediately. Find the Young Divine Lord at all costs!”
Lekan, ever the cunning strategist, didn’t believe the Ancestral Land had summoned Braydon. Instead, he suspected they had fled.
The divine ship above the Small Divine City commenced an immediate search for the two brothers.
The crucial question lingered – which direction did Braydon take?
Frustration gripped Zahran as he saw the tunnel. “What did you do, Young Divine Lord? This is beneath your status!”
“Presumptuous! Quickly find the Young Divine Lord! The wilderness is too dangerous!” Lekan commanded.
The expert quartet scattered in pursuit – Lekan to the north, Zahran to the west, Ferhat Lebeko to the east, and Hiuhu Yazbek to the south, determined to locate Braydon.
Yet, unbeknownst to them, Braydon was already a thousand miles away.
In the wilderness, he and the white ape successfully captured a powerful eighth-level five-colored phoenix. Eighth-level phoenixes were extremely powerful.
Moreover, capturing it alive was even more difficult.
The white ape, suppressing its vitality, utilized its ninth-level spirit beast body to hammer the phoenix to the ground while Braydon suppressed it and prevented it from escaping.
The phoenix, acknowledging defeat, allowed itself to be captured.
Carrying Braydon, the little fool, and the white ape, the phoenix soared into the clouds, heading swiftly south.
They surrounded Braydon, bowing humbly, and pleaded, “Young Divine Lord, please return to the Oracle Palace!”
“You can’t stop me!” Braydon declared, his killing intent palpable as he observed the hundred people.
Takiyah Zakwe, a girl in a white dress on the divine ship, watched the scene with interest.
Braydon knew that the real obstacle was Hiuhu, the quasi-emperor who could thwart his escape.
If Hiuhu informed Lekan and the others, they would descend upon the region within half an hour.
There was no way for Braydon to finish off a quasi-emperor within half an hour.
Depending on external forces might work! However, relying on them meant exposing the three ancestors in the little fool’s body, unveiling both Luke Yates and Braydon’s identities.
“Young Divine Lord, go back!” Hiuhu respectfully urged as he approached.
Braydon stood firm, unleashing his mental power from his spiritual aperture. Takiyah’s bright eyes reacted to Braydon’s telepathic message.
“Help me!” Braydon communicated mentally.
“How?” she replied calmly.
“Kill everyone!” Braydon’s eyes flashed with determination.
“Aren’t you getting a bit too anxious?” Takiyah hesitated.
Hiuhu, the city lord of the Small Divine City, didn’t hold much significance for Takiyah. What truly mattered were the hundred descendants of the gods accompanying the divine ship.
In Takiyah’s eyes, they were all the same kind.
If she were to harm them, it would lead to significant trouble.
The Oracle Palace’s investigation could potentially result in her demise.
A tense exchange unfolded between Braydon and Takiyah. He pressed, “No one can refuse the secret of immortality. Jabir Rambau is no exception. There’s a Great Divine Priest behind me, who knows Jabir better than you do.”
Takiyah frowned, weighing her options. Even so, she could not help Braydon escape. If she helped him, she would not be able to get past Hiuhu.
“Help me, and you can name your price,” Braydon immediately stated.
A playful smile lit up Takiyah’s face as she teased, “I’ll help you, but I want the martial arts banished immortal.”
Whether she was joking or serious remained uncertain.