Chapter 1222: The Abandoned Disciple of Mount Sino


    Editor: EndlessFantasy Trantion


    “It’s alright. Skr, take them,” Braydon Neal uttered calmly, like a breeze passing through.


    While others might doubt Braydon’s calm demeanor, his younger brother, Skr Neal, held unwavering faith in him.


    With half a lifetime spent in the military, Braydon was a living legend, and Skr was a firsthand witness to this extraordinary tale.


    Braydon wanted to defeat the two supreme pinnacles


    Skr swiftly guided Sapphire Neal and Jayven Neal away, determined to avoid furtherplications.


    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, disying knowledge of the family history.


    Braydon, hands behind his back, responded nonchntly, “Second Uncle shared tales of the Hull family. My father reached the supreme pinnacle realm on the South Pole Ind. He bested you with the Three Swords of Heaven.”


    Acknowledging the truth, Lyrik remainedposed.


    Yes, he had been defeated back then.


    Louis had hidden himself on the South Pole Ind. 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 escted.


    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 Ind.


    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 dered, “A battle between pinnacles shouldn’t mar the ind’s serenity.”


    “That’s precisely my sentiment,” Zsolt agreed.


    Starting a battle on the South Pole Ind vited ind regtions, particrly for pinnacle martial artists like them.


    Otherwise, who knew how many structures on the ind would get wrecked by those bloodthirsty top-tier powerhouses, with innocent lives caught in the crossfire.


    No expert, regardless of stature, wished for their loved ones to face sudden disaster on the streets, meeting an untimely demise in the inexplicable aftermath of the battle.


    Braydon soared away from South Pole Ind, finding his footing on the expansive blue sea, surrounded by ciers.


    White snow descended, creating an almost sacred scene.


    This forbidden area was off-limits to ordinary folks, a ce not meant for casual exploration.


    Zsolt and Lyrik trailed close behind, the former assuming an elder-like stance.


    “Your father and I are from the same generation. I won’t pick on a junior like you. You can attack first!” Zsolt dered in a cold tone.


    Braydon responded with a light smile, showing no formality.


    Because, in the end, words mattered little in a battle among martial artists – strength was paramount.


    “Skr!” Sapphire Neal had caught up, her eyes filled with worry as she called out softly.


    “Don’t worry,” reassured Skr, his gaze fixed on the room he had just left. If others could sense it, surely Skr could too.


    Braydon had left a multitude of Mount Sino Sword Talismans in the air, likely in the thousands.


    To be precise, it was 8,000.


    Anticipation filled Skr’s eyes.


    He was walking the martial pathid out by his brother, who had shared all his knowledge.


    While not as naturally gifted as Braydon, inheriting his brother’s legacy made Skr a formidable force, surpassing many peers. The eight pinnacle techniques he disyed were ultimately much weaker than Braydon’s.


    Even so, it was enough for Skr to be ced above countless geniuses of his generation.


    “Are you sure you want me to make the first move?” Braydon inquired softly.


    “Bring out your strongest attack. Let me witness the glory of your father!” demanded Zsolt, unleashing his vitality, several times more potent than Braydon’s.


    “Then, I’ll send you on your way!” Braydon smiled faintly.


    “Mount Sino Sword Art, level nine!”


    “Imperial technique, activate!”


    …


    Braydon stretched his arms wide, shutting his eyes in a manner reminiscent of employing the Spirit Summoning Monarch Art.


    A resonating hum echoed as a brilliant light burst forth nine thousand meters into the sky.


    The Mount Sino Sword Talismans synchronized, creating a stunning disy.


    “Runic formation array?” Lyrik eximed, a mix of shock and fury evident.


    “Talisman drawing in the air!” Zsolt shared the astonishment,pelled to acknowledge the rare mastery of the path of talisman, even more scarce than martial arts expertise or quasi-emperors.


    In an instant, 8,000 crimson swords floated above, each standing erect, embodying Braydon’s authority – the sovereign of swordsmanship, the king of the Mount Sino Sword Art, known as King Braydon.


    Achieving the ninth level of the Mount Sino Sword Art marked the pinnacle, a feat aplished only by the founder of Mount Sino over thousands of years.


    Swiftly, ten waves of flying swords emerged, propelled by the power of 8,000 Mount Sino Sword Talismans.


    Braydon’s mental power was depleted rapidly.


    “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 zing 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 counterbnce his own consumption.


    “Spirit Summoning Art? The sessor 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 Ind, flying over to witness the spectacle.


    Iparable shock permeated the crowd of martial artists.


    The terror of the Spirit Summoning Monarch Art required no further exnation.


    The sessor 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 sessor. 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.”


    …


    The crowd erupted in chatter, with discussions running rampant.


    Zsolt’splexion turned ashen.


    He had underestimated the scope of his adversaries, assuming they were merely the Neal family.


    It was bing clear that his understanding was far too simplistic.


    This prodigious talent from the Neal family turned out to be the sessor 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.


    Centuriester, 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 sessor 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 Ind into ruin.