Chapter 1222: The Abandoned Disciple of Mount Sino
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“It’s alright. Skylar, take them,” Braydon Neal uttered calmly, like a breeze passing through.
While others might doubt Braydon’s calm demeanor, his younger brother, Skylar Neal, held unwavering faith in him.
With half a lifetime spent in the military, Braydon was a living legend, and Skylar was a firsthand witness to this extraordinary tale.
Braydon wanted to defeat the two supreme pinnacles
Skylar swiftly guided Sapphire Neal and Jayven Neal away, determined to avoid further complications.
Just as they had left, a middle-aged man in a purple robe entered.
His countenance exuded a palpable aura of hostility – Lyrik Hull had arrived!
“You’re Louis Neal’s eldest son!” Lyrik stated, displaying knowledge of the family history.
Braydon, hands behind his back, responded nonchalantly, “Second Uncle shared tales of the Hull family. My father reached the supreme pinnacle realm on the South Pole Island. He bested you with the Three Swords of Heaven.”
Acknowledging the truth, Lyrik remained composed.
Yes, he had been defeated back then.
Louis had hidden himself on the South Pole Island. After he had cultivated to the supreme pinnacle realm, he defeated Lyrik with three strikes.
“I’d like to test my skills as well,” Braydon smiled genially, as if inviting a friendly sparring match.
“Bastard!”
“Lyrik, let me assess how much of his father’s prowess he has inherited,” Zsolt Hull fumed with anger.
Braydon, focused on Lyrik, dismissed him.
He found him to be a hindrance, an obstacle to his goal which was Lyrik.
Zsolt’s anger escalated.
No one had dared to look down on him since he reached the supreme pinnacle realm.
It was a position of strength publicly acknowledged on the South Pole Island.
However, Braydon had demonstrated his strength in the wilderness by subduing the eighth-level spirit beast, the silver-maned lion, single-handedly.
Takiyah Zakwe’s intervention had saved the beast, or else it would have died in Braydon’s hands.
Could he not defeat a supreme pinnacle as well?
Braydon emanated a radiant white light.
Hovering mid-air, he gently brushed the breeze with his index fingers and declared, “A battle between pinnacles shouldn’t mar the island’s serenity.”
“That’s precisely my sentiment,” Zsolt agreed.
Starting a battle on the South Pole Island violated island regulations, particularly for pinnacle martial artists like them.
Otherwise, who knew how many structures on the island would get wrecked by those bloodthirsty top-tier powerhouses, with innocent lives caught in the crossfire.
“Spirit Summoning Art, summoning the essence of heaven and earth, to me!” Braydon invoked the Spirit Summoning Art, calling upon the essence of heaven and earth.
A resounding boom shook the surroundings as the blazing sun infused Braydon’s body with the power of heaven and earth.
He skillfully converted the Great Void of Kylo Art into mental power to counterbalance his own consumption.
“Spirit Summoning Art? The successor of the Sovereign Lord, you...” Lyrik began, his words cut short.
“Kill them!” Braydon’s 80,000 swords poised to vanquish all enemies.
The scarlet sword resembled a river of stars, drawing the attention of numerous warriors from the South Pole Island, flying over to witness the spectacle.
Incomparable shock permeated the crowd of martial artists.
The terror of the Spirit Summoning Monarch Art required no further explanation.
The successor of the Heavenly Mountain Sovereign Lord had emerged.
Lyrik spun around and urgently yelled, “Zsolt, move! You can’t take him on!”
“Good heavens, it’s the Sovereign Lord’s successor. That Spirit Summoning Art is sending shivers down my spine once again!”
“Back in the day, the Sovereign Lord used the Spirit Summoning Monarch Art to reach the pinnacle realm. He defeated a quasi-emperor in just three strikes, earning fame as a formidable Sovereign Lord.”
“After all these years, the heir of the Sovereign Lord has emerged once more!”
“Wait a minute. This white-robed youngster’s background isn’t as simple as it seems. He’s got something in his possession that’s making all the big shots bow their heads.”
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The crowd erupted in chatter, with discussions running rampant.
Zsolt’s complexion turned ashen.
He had underestimated the scope of his adversaries, assuming they were merely the Neal family.
It was becoming clear that his understanding was far too simplistic.
This prodigious talent from the Neal family turned out to be the successor of the Sovereign Lord.
The Sovereign Lord, along with the 72 giants of the South Pole, was nothing short of astounding.
The young Sovereign Lord who had just entered the pinnacle realm had achieved a staggering feat – defeating a quasi-emperor in three strikes using the Spirit Summoning Monarch Art.
A battle record that sent shivers down the spine.
Centuries later, the Sovereign Lord’s might still echoed.
Even though he had long resided in the Heavenly Mountain, his name continued to reverberate across the martial arts world.
Zsolt pushed himself to the limit, unleashing all his vitality to create a protective shield.
He found himself in a precarious situation.
Who would dare harm the successor of the Sovereign Lord?
Who could?
Even if he were to fight relentlessly, the Sovereign Lord’s heir had the Spirit Summoning Monarch Art at his disposal.
Alone, he could drag the entire South Pole Island into ruin.