Chapter 1122: Art Suppressing the Mortal Realm


    Editor:EndlessFantasy Trantion


    Braydon Neal’s right hand was behind his back, and his left hand slightly moved as he looked at the national fate above his head turning into a cmity.


    In an instant, the torrential rain turned into swords, and the national fate turned into a de.


    The national fate transformed into a cmity, the heavenly de.


    Swish!


    There was a total of seven national fate swords fiercely descending.


    The power of this national fate cmity surpassed the cmity Braydon encountered on Mount Tanishst year.


    Braydon remained fearless, his left hand subtly moving as the power of the national fate spread, forming a war de.


    In Braydon’s palm, a heavenly de appeared!


    Heavenly de against heavenly de!<div>


    Braydon rose into the air, facing the seven national fate swords, softly saying, “A de inherently holds the power to ughter all things in the world!”


    The de rose.


    A radiant light emanated from Braydon’s forehead as he borrowed the power of the surrounding world, transforming it into a de in his hand.


    The de swung, shing through the vast expanse.


    The seven heavenly des formed from the national fate cmity were shattered by a single swing of Braydon’s de.


    Braydon’s left hand was holding the invisible heavenly de, and he remainedpletely unaffected by the national fate cmity, standing proudly in the dark night, allowing the torrential rain to fall on him. He said softly, “A national fate spanning five thousand miles has turned into a cmity, is this all the damage it can do?”


    King Braydon seemed to be provoking the heavens.


    If the heavens had a spirit and were angered, that would be heavenly wrath!


    If the heavens were angered, all things in the human world would be treated as worthless.


    Braydon stood on the altar, challenging the heavens with his words, showing no respect whatsoever.


    Because he knew in his heart that even if he were to kneel down today, the cmity that came from the national fate would not spare him.


    The national fate turning into a cmity had be a deadly disaster.


    How could Braydonpromise?


    At the moment he grasped the heavenly de, he was already prepared to resist the cmity that came from the national fate.


    The national fate spreading over five thousand miles transformed into a great cmity.


    In an instant, the power of the national fate surged, shrouding Braydon’s head.


    Seventy-two heavenly des formed instantly, descending from the sky.


    The number of heavenly des increased several times.


    Braydon held a de in his left hand, and his right hand slowly opened, both hands holding the de, rising into the sky. Apanied by the release of mental power from his forehead, he borrowed the power of the world to resist the national fate swords.<div>


    Seventy-two heavenly des descended from the sky, capable of breaking through anything.


    However, Braydon had no intention of defending himself. With a single swing of his de, apanied by the great power of heaven and earth, the de shattered through theyers of dark clouds.


    Seventy-two heavenly des surrounded Braydon.


    Braydon held the de in both hands like lightning, using the de to break through allws.<div>


    The national fate swords continued to be shattered by Braydon’s ded attacks.


    Yet, there were still heavenly des falling on Braydon.


    Swish!


    A de pierced through Braydon’s left shoulder.


    The piercing wound brought forth a string of bright red blood.


    This scene caused many people’s pupils to shrink.


    The No. 0 hidden agent, the mute, was lurking in the shadows, slowly ced his hand on his waist, gripping the sword handle. When necessary, he would intervene and resist the national fate cmity for Braydon.


    There was also the No. 1 hidden agent, Thorvald Forte, standing under a distant tree, his eyes revealing a solemn expression.


    Theirmander in the Northern Army must not perish in the Alpha Empire.


    Even more so, he must not have his soul severed in a foreignnd.


    If Braydon were to fall, the Northern Army would inevitably fall apart.


    Apart from Braydon, no one else could take control of the Northern Army.


    Sadie Dudley, with her slender figure, took a step forward and gently ascended a step up the altar.<div>


    She intended to climb the altar.


    At the summit of the altar, Braydon’s heroic voice echoed through the heavens and the earth, saying, “Is this heavenly wrath? The power of the heavenly de lies in shortening one’s lifespan. Now, even a year of my life cannot be severed. The national fate cmity has weakened!”


    Braydon’s body emitted a white light.


    The eight pinnacle techniques were activated.


    Flesh wounds healed instantly, blood flowed backward, returning to the body.


    Braydon’s breath remained at its peak.


    As he said, even the national fate sword couldn’t shorten Braydon’s lifespan.


    Braydon resisted the seventy-two heavenly des with determination. He turned around, dispelling the war de he held in his hands, and with both hands, he grasped the invisible heavenly de, shouting, “Fall for me!”


    Boom!


    The national fate, spreading over five thousand miles and originally turning into a cmity, was now being contested by Braydon.


    The national fate, like mist, was drawn into Braydon’s body by his hands.


    Two tornadoes, standing a kilometer tall and located between the heavens and the earth, formed in Braydon’s palms, absorbing the power of the national fate into his body.


    Arge amount of national fate entered his body, making the aura of power on Braydon’s slender figure even more intense.<div>


    Braydon’s actions showed aplete disregard for the heavens.


    The cmity from the national fate was not that simple.


    As the great cmity erupted, the heavens were furious.


    A thousand heavenly des fell instantly.


    They covered Braydon’s head, all descending in an instant.


    Sadie stepped on the second step, feeling that Braydon was in danger and wanting to intervene.


    In the shadows, the mute gently drew the cold sword from his waist.


    Thorvald’s eyes gradually became colder, indicating his intention to take action.


    But Braydon remained as calm as ever, saying coldly, “The eight pinnacle techniques, the banished immortal!”


    The ninth technique, banished immortal!


    Also known by Old Devil Yanagi and others as the martial arts banished immortal.


    Braydon’s slender body emitted a dazzling white light, shooting out from the top of his head, piercing through the dark night, and breaking through thousands ofyers of dark clouds.


    In the white light, a naked young man slowly walked out.<div>


    He had snow-white hair, a slender figure, and a clear face, identical to Braydon’s appearance.


    The banished immortal appeared!


    He was immacte, like a youthful deity that appeared ethereal.


    He slightly bowed to Braydon, appearing as if he were made entirely of light, softly opening his mouth with a voice that was ethereal yet indifferent, saying, “The art suppresses the mortal realm!”


    The banished immortal,pared to before, had undergone changes.


    He himself was the peak achievement of the martial art civilization.


    With one step, radiance epassed everything.


    Lifting his left hand, he virtually supported the heavens and the earth.


    The descending thousand heavenly des halted in an instant.


    Not a single de fell!


    The martial art techniques the banished immortal employed were all arts.


    The lineage of martial arts was terrifying and fearsome.


    Those god-like methods were something martial artists of the ancient martial lineage couldn’tpare to.


    The banished immortal, using his own power, fought against the thousand heavenly des formed by the cmity from the national fate.


    Meanwhile, Braydon absorbed the power of the national fate with both hands.


    The national fate power spreading over five thousand miles was continuously absorbed by Braydon at a terrifying speed.


    This method of absorption.


    All the old folks from the Alpha Empire who came one after another were terrified.


    Because those who bore the national fate would attract more terrifying national fate, indicating a more formidable potential.


    And now, Braydon had attracted waves of national fate. Thergest range of national fate coverage reached five thousand miles in the dark night.


    How could people from the Alpha Empire not despair!


    This terrifying power of national fate, covering five thousand miles, had turned into a great cmity.


    If Braydon seeded tonight.


    How would the Alpha Empire rece him in the future?


    Because within the empire, there was simply no one like this genius, and no one could carry five thousand miles of national fate.


    Looking at the world, how many people could carry five thousand miles of national fate?


    Since there was no one, it would be impossible to rece Braydon in the empire.


    Braydon had to finish what he started, and he had to see to itspletion.


    The national fate spreading over five thousand miles, in just a moment, had its area reduced by half.


    The thousand heavenly des confined by the banished immortal lost the support of power and instantly dispersed.


    The great cmity from the national fate faintly showed signs of dispersing.


    Braydon absorbed its power like a whale swallowing water.