HBWnovel Chapter 1346: Please Go On Your Way
Chapter 1346: Please Go On Your Way
Chapter 1346: Please Go On Your Way
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The names of the two aboriginal divines.
One of them was at the seventh level of the divine realm; the upper ranks of the divine realm.
One of them was at the sixth level of the divine realm; the middle ranks of the divine realm.
The burly figure of Mansa betrayed a hint of solemnity in his gaze.
He was well aware of the challenge posed by confronting Braydon Neal.
However, they had identified Braydon’s vulnerability—his mental power.
Despite his formidable combat prowess, Braydon’s mental power remained at the level of an emperor, unable to withstand the impact of divine-level mental power.
Mansa and Hondo exchanged glances, synchronously unleashing their mental power.
Mansa’s mental power expanded like a vast sea, encompassing a radius of a thousand miles, while Hondo focused his mental power on Braydon’s spiritual aperture.
Braydon’s response was calm.
Having spent five years cultivating in the Star Tower, he had long recognized his weakness and devised countermeasures.
A rune materialized between his eyebrows—a nine-layered construct forged from mental power, resilient and impervious to the corrosive effects of mental power.
Unfazed, Braydon swiftly advanced, his movement technique even more elusive than six months prior.
Despite their efforts, Mansa and Hondo found themselves unable to suppress Braydon’s speed.
In a blink, Braydon stood before Mansa.
Mansa’s expression shifted abruptly, a mixture of shock and anger. “Mental power can’t suppress you anymore?”
There was silence as Braydon initiated his move, unveiling the 3,000 imperial path behind him.
Each imperial path had reached the third level—a feat attained by only a select few, and a few of the imperial paths had even reached the ninth level.
The staggering realization dawned: all 3,000 imperial paths had transcended into the third level simultaneously.
The implications were profound—Braydon had ascended to the third level of the emperor realm.
The battle prowess of a third-level emperor surpassed that of a new emperor by a staggering 300 times.
But what of the amplification potential of the 3,000 imperial paths?
The third level of the imperial path boasted an amplification of 3,000 times—an astonishing total of 900,000 times the strength of a new emperor!
Yet, despite the heavens and earth’s suppression, Braydon’s strength could only be magnified by a factor of 10,000—a power equivalent to Braydon alone, akin to 10,000 third-level emperors combined.
His combat prowess surged to a mind-boggling 900,000 times that of a new emperor!
Braydon’s monstrous capabilities warranted comparison only to the strongest, not the feeble.
In the realm beyond, any divine could kill a million kings with ease.
With the cultivation of the 3,000 imperial paths, each minor advancement equated to others’ major strides—a terrifying prospect indeed.
Completely dumbfounded, Hondo couldn’t comprehend how Braydon had suddenly surpassed him.
“Please, go on your way,” Braydon uttered calmly.
In the blink of an eye, Braydon extended his left hand, conjuring black threads that materialized in the space before him.
With a swift motion, a finger sliced through the void, the spatial laceration extending a hundred meters in length.
With a series of swift slashes, Hondo’s body was cleaved in two, his divine pill meeting the same fate.
Even his divine-level armor offered no protection against the devastating attack.
Another divine fell, slain by Braydon’s hand.
With two divines now vanquished, Rayha Qhobela found herself gripped by terror.
It seemed like just yesterday that Braydon was merely a fledgling in the pinnacle realm.
In just a few short years, he had risen to unimaginable heights.
Braydon’s progression to this level was truly astonishing—the pace of his growth was monstrously rapid.
Today alone, he employed three spatial secret techniques: spatial translocation, spatial teleportation, and spatial laceration—each one instilling fear in even the most formidable divine.
As Rayha fled, Braydon made no attempt to pursue her, offering her a route to escape.
He no longer perceived her as a threat, though the 16th ruin would no longer serve as her sanctuary.
Controlling the five-element compass, Xetsa Yeza retracted it into her body, absorbing and breaking down all previous attacks into the five elements.
This cultivation path was undeniably terrifying, its revelations growing more shocking as time progressed.
“Have you cultivated spatial techniques?” Xetsa inquired curiously.
“Some time ago, I inherited a technique from someone,” Braydon responded.
Xetsa pondered this revelation.
She was aware of the ancient inheritance within the ruins.
Having received an inheritance herself in her youth, she understood the significance of cultivating ancient martial arts, especially in the context of the five-element cultivation method.
Hence, Xetsa opted to delve into the realm of ancient martial arts, harboring her own secrets.
“I’m heading to the bronze door,” Braydon informed her, meeting Xetsa’s gaze.
“Let’s go together!” Xetsa’s eyes gleamed with curiosity, eager to ascertain the extent of Braydon’s combat prowess.
Braydon accepted her company without hesitation, and the two embarked on their journey.
Utilizing spatial translocation, Braydon swiftly transported them to the bronze door in mere moments.
“Spatial techniques truly possess an air of mystery and terror,” Xetsa remarked in awe as they conversed.
Their arrival did not go unnoticed, drawing attention from the onlookers.
However, this time, Braydon refrained from unleashing his lethal force.
“Braydon, how dare you challenge us once more!” the giant ape growled, its eyes ablaze with unyielding ferocity.