Chapter 1230: The Northern King Killed the Outsiders
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Little did he know.
With the blood of the Neal family in his hands, Maduka Hlongwane could forget about leaving alive today.
If Sorrell Neal were to die here, how could Braydon Neal face his second uncle and grandfather?
Braydon was the eldest son of the third generation of the Neal family.
He was the older brother, so it would be his fault for not protecting his younger brother!
It was natural for an elder brother to protect his younger brother.
Sorrell called Braydon his brother, so Braydon would protect him for the rest of his life.
But now, Sorrell almost died right in front of Braydon.
Braydon’s eyes were red, and his body radiated killing intent.
All these years, he had been cultivating his body. Since he was young, he had killed more than a million enemies. The terrifying killing intent accumulated in his body had already transformed into a force to be reckoned with.
Braydon had kept this killing intent hidden in the depths of his body, hoping it would fade away with time.
However, how could this killing intent dissipate so easily?
Braydon’s eyes flashed with a red light. An intense killing intent surged from his slender frame, directly targeting the two adversaries.
Sorrell was fatally injured and wouldn’t last long!
As long as Braydon could reach him, he would use the Thousand Feathers Technique to save his younger brother.
“But I’m afraid saving Sorrell Neal won’t be that simple,” Maduka calmly remarked, seeing through Braydon’s intentions.
“Ten Thousand Swords Return to One, Forbidden Technique Heavenly Execution!”
Braydon’s face turned slightly pale. Managing 80,000 flying swords was already mentally taxing. Using the forbidden technique, Heavenly Execution, and 10,000 swords returning to one, would undoubtedly escalate his mental power consumption.
Braydon activated the Great Void of Kylo Art, employing the Spirit Summoning Art to draw upon the power of heaven and earth for rejuvenation.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Ten thousand swords swept over like a crimson galaxy.
The 80,000 scarlet swords soared into the sky, intertwining and coalescing.
A formidable greatsword materialized!
The colossal sword spanned thousands of miles, piercing the sky like a towering pillar.
The scarlet sword stretched 10,000 meters long, an overwhelming assault.
Who could withstand such force?
“Foolish old man, disrupt him!” Maduka, with his seemingly gentle gaze, was taken aback.
The old man had already taken action, emanating a bone-chilling killing intent.
There was no safe distance of 10,000 miles between them.
“Open the gate!” Maduka’s face paled, a touch of embarrassment clouding his expression as he reached the city gate and shouted.
“Young Master is back. Open the door quickly!”
The guards of the aboriginal city recognized Maduka, realizing that a significant event had transpired.
Maduka had led a morning expedition with a 400,000-strong aborigine army. Why did he return alone?
Even if they hadn’t conquered the city, a retreat of at least 200,000 was expected.
Why was Maduka the sole returnee?
The news spread swiftly.
A middle-aged man in a green robe, resembling a scholar, approached the city gate with a folding fan in hand. He spoke indifferently, “Maduka, why do you look so disheveled?”
“Uncle Haidar, why are you here? I encountered a sword immortal on the other side.”
A wry smile played on Maduka’s lips. If he hadn’t fled swiftly, his demise would have been inevitable.
“Sword immortal?” The man in green froze, inquiring, “One is considered a sword immortal if they can control more than 10,000 swords. Is what you’re saying true?”
“He wields 80,000 swords!”
Maduka completed his explanation.
Haidar Msiza’s pupils contracted as cold sweat traced his temples. This was because he was well-versed in the ways of swordsmen. A sword immortal wielding 80,000 swords hadn’t appeared in thousands of years. A formidable figure had breached the city across from them.
As the uncle and nephew conversed, a crimson sword shadow streaked across the distant sky. The 10,000-meter red light exuded an immensely powerful sword aura. Wherever the Heavenly Execution Sword passed, silent ensued; all spirit beasts bowed down.
Who would dare to reveal themselves? To do so would mean certain death.
“What’s that?” Haidar’s expression shifted dramatically.
“He’s coming!” Maduka turned around, shouting in frustration.
“Quickly inform your father to join forces with me against the enemy!”
Haidar hailed from another aboriginal city and was also a city lord-level figure. He was a quasi-emperor, a close friend of Maduka’s father, Chaka Hlongwane. As the sword immortal charged toward them, Haidar couldn’t help but be astonished.
Simultaneously, a man in blue robes appeared in a flash. His hair was tied up, and his square face exuded dignity. He spoke slowly, “There’s no need to inform me. I’m already here!”
City lord of the city of Jaa’ku, Chaka Hlongwane!
“Have you ever seen a sword immortal with 80,000 swords?” Haidar asked in a hushed tone.
“Regardless of what sword immortal he is, he is probably not that strong. Otherwise, my son wouldn’t have been able to return alive,” analyzed Chaka.
If Braydon wasn’t formidable, Maduka wouldn’t have made it back alive.
“His strength is peculiar,” Maduka explained. “His vitality fluctuation is clearly at the low-level pinnacle realm, but his strength is unusually terrifying. With 80,000 swords, he’s incredibly formidable!”
“It appears there are some exceptional talents over there. Some super geniuses have mastered formidable martial art techniques, allowing them to contend with the most formidable opponents.”
Chaka’s words hung in the air.
Braydon had already arrived.