Chapter 1260: I Will Kill Your Family Within a Year
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Braydon Neal’s hands were stained crimson with blood, a testament to his inherent ruthlessness rather than any innate goodness.
Under the relentless assault of pain, the dormant killing intent buried deep within him surged to the surface.
For an entire day, the potent effects of the Body Tempering Pill wracked Braydon’s body, transforming him into a veritable figure of gore.
Blood coated his body, merging with his clothes to create a gruesome tableau.
Even as night fell, he remained curled on the ground, his movements slow and deliberate.
With a crackling sound, the dried blood scabs that encased him split open, melding with his garments.
Rising to his feet, Braydon shed his bloodied exterior, revealing skin aglow with an ethereal light.
The rigorous baptism of the Body Tempering Pill had left his physique invigorated and radiant.
He stretched his body and drew a sword from his waist pouch.
Braydon’s fingers flicked the blade, sending a reverberating crack through the air as it snapped in two.
Such was the strength of his newly fortified physique that even a level one spirit weapon succumbed to its might.
“This body is more than capable of handling a level three spirit artifact,” Braydon mused, gaining insight into his own extraordinary condition.
A fist that could shatter a level three spirit artifact exemplified the immense power coursing through his veins.
With each passing moment, his body grew stronger, edging closer to the realm where even level nine spirit artifacts would fail to hurt him.
In his current state, he could likely fell a ninth-level spirit beast with a single blow, akin to a living level nine spirit artifact.
Seated in meditation, Braydon swallowed another Body Tempering Pill, continuing his relentless pursuit of physical perfection.
With each pill consumed, his resolve hardened, propelling him ever closer to his ultimate goal.
The potent medicinal power continued to inundate Braydon’s body, bestowing upon him a continuous baptism of strength.
Under the relentless effects of the Body Tempering Pill, his physique underwent constant refinement, steadily ascending to new heights.
By the time the medicinal effects had waned, Braydon had already reached a level where he could effortlessly attack a level five spirit artifact.
Undeterred, he swallowed three more Body Tempering Pills, each intake further enhancing his physical prowess.
With each subsequent pill consumed, Braydon’s physique underwent another profound transformation.
His flesh became imbued with an unprecedented strength, capable of shattering a level five spirit artifact with a mere fist.
Determined to push his limits even further, Braydon consumed the remaining five Body Tempering Pills in quick succession.
With nearly 200 warlock emperors under its banner, the Oracle Palace wielded unparalleled authority not only within the Donta Imperial Dynasty but also over many of the aboriginal cities below.
It stood as the undisputed ruling power within the ruins, its dominion extending far and wide.
At the same time, there were many palaces in the Oracle Palace.
As they traversed the palace grounds, their attention was drawn to a towering structure at the center.
A formidable young man stood atop the pitch-black palace, emanating an aura of immense power that seemed to permeate the very air around him.
The intensity of his mental pressure grew, enveloping the entire palace in a radiant glow.
Mental power materialization!
Although the young man’s mental power seemed to have materialized inadvertently, its sheer potency was undeniable, a testament to his exceptional prowess.
This warlock emperor had not only surpassed the pinnacle realm but had ascended to the emperor realm.
Halting in his tracks, Braydon gazed into the distance, his attention drawn to the imposing figure above the palace.
Simultaneously, the sturdy youth fixed his sharp gaze upon Braydon, his eyes seemingly imbued with mental power, carrying a hint of soul-seizing intent.
A trickle of blood escaped from Braydon’s lips as their gazes locked – he was injured.
The chasm in cultivation between them was vast.
Xetsa interjected, stepping in front of Braydon with a furrowed brow. “Divine Son, your mental pressure is excessive!”
“How feeble. I had hoped for a worthy opponent in the descendant of the Divine Lord, but it appears he disappoints. Can such weakness truly stem from the Divine Lord’s bloodline?”
The tall youth’s voice dripped with contempt and disdain.
Xetsa, speaking up in defense of Braydon, stated, “The Divine Lord’s descendant is still in his youth. While you have cultivated for 70 years, the Young Divine Lord is merely 20. He embarked on his martial journey at seven and cultivation at nine, totaling just over a decade. If he is given 70 years, even the Great Divine Priest might struggle to match him, let alone you, Divine Son!”
In her defense, Xetsa inadvertently revealed the Oracle Palace’s thorough investigation into Braydon’s background.
“There are no ‘ifs’ in the path of arts,” the stalwart youth retorted dispassionately.
“Within a year, I shall eradicate your family.”
Braydon remained composed, wiping the blood from his mouth as he calmly stated.
The Oracle Palace would never let Braydon go in the next one or two years.
Before he left, he had to kill this divine son of the Oracle Palace.
“And what will you use to accomplish this within a year?” The youth’s response was laced with incredulity.
Xetsa hastened to catch up with Braydon, attempting to dissuade him.
“Let’s not act recklessly. He’s cultivated for seventy years, reaching the third level of the emperor realm. You’re not even a supreme pinnacle yet. It’s not feasible to take him down within a year.”