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Chapter 1201: Another Rebel Attack, Killing an Eighth-Level Lion
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The Small Divine City lay 18,000 miles away from the 14th ancient city, separated by vast wilderness, dense forests, and forbidden areas.
Only an emperor possessed the ability to fly swiftly between the two locations and transmit information in a short period.
Perhaps there were special means of communication at play.
However, Finley Yanagi’s behavior was undoubtedly suspicious.
Braydon Neal had every reason to remain vigilant against this teacher.
Finley appeared pensive.
Surely, individuals affiliated with him were present in the Small Divine City.
Having opened the 14th ruin and formed alliances with the descendants of ancient Hansworth, he had managed the ruin for over a decade and were not to be underestimated.
The Northern Army sons felt at ease and began to influence the entire ancient city.
The Northern Army sons, if not for the restraint imposed by their elder brother Braydon, would be beyond control.
Frediano Jadanza and his companions were making progress in their cultivation, but compared to Braydon, they still had a long way to go.
Braydon, deep underground, consumed a transcendent-grade spirit pill.
Increasing 10,000 Na of vitality daily.
Who could match his formidable cultivation speed?
In the world of martial artists, one’s background and foundation often played a significant role in the compet.i.tion.
Without the support of a large faction or the consumption of superior-grade spirit pills, cultivation speed naturally lagged.
Braydon had a terrifying talent in martial arts, coupled with various spirit pills, allowing his cultivation to advance rapidly.
Cultivation resources could compensate for talent deficiencies, but with both talent and resources, progress could be remarkable.
After twelve days of day-and-night cultivation, Braydon’s vitality increased from 380,000 to 500,000 Na.
Remarkably, he felt no signs of losing control, indicating a stable foundation.
The white ape, like an experienced cultivator, remarked, “The technique you cultivate is quite formidable. The red power above your head perfectly absorbs the increased energy; it is as if the technique was created for you.”
“Bloodline inheritance techniques are innate.”
Braydon explained that the red lotus above his head was the bloodline inheritance secret technique of the Jansky family.
It was this red lotus that was absorbing his vitality.
The lotus flower, previously a phantom, had now become a real ent.i.ty.
With nine petals, five were real, and four were fake.
Braydon raised his left hand, and the lotus on his head fell into his palm, spinning.
“I’ve been out for a month. It’s time to return to the Small Divine City!” Braydon declared, storing the lotus flower back into his body.
Upon hearing about their return, the little fool immediately started packing.
Unbeknownst to them, during this period, the eighth-level python king had been tracking Braydon’s aura, breaking into the territory of the eighth-level silver-maned lion.
A fierce battle ensued between the two formidable beings, leaving both heavily injured.
Braydon, already informed about the clash, planned to return to the Small Divine City to settle some matters.
He hadn’t forgotten about the injured eighth-level python king; now was the time to end its life.
Emerging from deep underground, the two humans and one ape surveyed the chaotic scene in the green forest.
Broken trees, dried black blood, and scattered snake scales indicated a recent fierce confrontation.
“Luke, where’s that eighth-level silver-maned lion?” Braydon still yearned for a challenge against an eighth-level spirit beast.
Luke pointed in a direction, saying, “It should be over there. The silver-maned lion is in its den and hasn’t come out for days.”
Braydon swiftly moved, stepping on flying leaves to increase his speed, heading toward the northwest.
In that direction, a silver lion lay on a hill, resting with its eyes closed.
A deep wound on its left leg oozed black, foul-smelling blood.
The eighth-level python king had inflicted this severe injury, but the lion’s robust vitality had kept it alive.
From atop a thirty-meter tall tree, Braydon looked at the silver-maned lion, drew a golden bow, and seven golden arrows appeared between his fingers.
Swoos.h.!.+ Swoos.h.!.+
The arrows cut through the air.
The distinct sound of air tearing alerted the silver-maned lion, instantly rousing it from slumber.
Cold, beastly eyes fixed on the seven rays of light in the distance.
Attempting to dodge, the silver-maned lion’s leg injury hindered its movements for a moment, creating a slight pause that allowed three of the seven golden arrows to penetrate its body.
One arrow hit its injured hind leg.
“Roar!”
A thunderous roar echoed, expressing the lion’s anger.
It hadn’t antic.i.p.ated that humans would take advantage of its weakened state to attempt to kill it.
The formidable pressure of an eighth-level spirit beast engulfed the surroundings.
Undeterred, Braydon moved to the side, stowing away his golden bow.
Raising his hand, he murmured, “A thousand swords with a thought!”
Sword control once more!
The power from the vitality lotus materialized into red swords, forming a scarlet sword array in the sky.
Braydon, standing on his flying sword, looked like a sword immortal descending upon the mortal realm.
Pointing at the silver-maned lion with his left hand, he unleashed a galactic sweep of a thousand swords.
The silver-maned lion, furious, roared and expelled a ball of pure vitality power in a crude and overpowering manner.
Beast attacks lacked the finesse of human control, and the resulting explosion scattered the array.
“I’ll end you!” In an instant, Braydon rea.s.sembled the swords, calmly saying, “One thousand swords, Heavenly Execution!”
Swoos.h.!.+
The scarlet sword returned and transformed into the Heavenly Execution Sword beneath Braydon’s feet.
Closing his eyes and extending his arms as if reaching toward the sky, he uttered, “Thunder technique!”
Crack!
Dark clouds slowly obscured the once clear sky, covering a span of ten miles.
Lightning danced around, and fear filled the eyes of the silver-maned lion, inherently terrified of thunder.
More frightening was the fact that its a.s.sailant was a descendant of a G.o.d.
Feeling unjust, the silver-maned lion, never having provoked Braydon, turned and fled.
