20demayo Chapter 1358: Full Battle Strength
Chapter 1358: Full Battle Strength
Chapter 1358: Full Battle Strength
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
He pledged that the mantle of Kylo’s master belonged to Braydon Neal.
But why ten years from now?
Was the old man apprehensive that Braydon might target Kylan Mathis if he were to assume leadership as the new Master of Kylo?
If this was meant to serve as an explanation, it only fueled Braydon’s resolve to rebel against Kylo today!
Brandishing his spear with Trevon Neal cradled in his left arm, Braydon leveled it at the old man with a tone of indifference.
“Is this the justice you offer my son? It’s not too late to halt this madness.”
The pressure exerted by the sixty-ninth Master of Kylo intensified, his seniority commanding utmost respect among the gathering.
Among the four Kylo Masters present, he exuded the most formidable aura.
Braydon’s gaze turned frigid as he glanced down at Trevon’s frail form, a surge of killing intent coursing through him.
“Die!” he commanded, his actions driven by madness and disregard for consequence.
A fierce clash ensued!
Braydon engaged an extreme divine, leaving many spectators astounded.
Even Lino Whipple, the current Master of Kylo, wore a look of disbelief.
Could Braydon truly contend with an extreme divine?
Indeed, he could!
But he could also meet his demise.
With spear in hand, Braydon unleashed his peak combat prowess, amplified by the 3,000 imperial paths behind him.
His movements were deliberate, the spear advancing at a gradual pace, yet distorting the space before it.
Time seemed to accelerate as Braydon unleashed his time domain, rendering him virtually invincible within its confines.
His battle prowess surged tenfold, amplified by the time domain’s effects.
This spear strike, imbued not only with spatial power but also with the essence of time, epitomized his dominance.
With the support of the 3,000 imperial paths’ amplification, his combat strength soared ninefold beyond that of an extreme divine.
Within the time domain, this amplification reached an unprecedented tenfold, equivalent to the strength of ninety extreme divines, not to mention the added influence of space and time.
One strike, sufficient to fell an extreme divine, surged forth with unparalleled speed and force.
Within its depths lay countless mysteries, a repository of ancient beings preserved in ice by the enigmatic powers of Mount Kylo.
Among the seventy-two Kylo Masters, one bore the surname Mathis—the progenitor of all Mathis descendants within Kylo Ruins.
Emerging from the depths like a desiccated corpse, a frail figure with sunken eyes approached.
“Ancestor!” Gabriel and Kylan knelt in reverence before the sixtieth Master of Kylo, known as the Sohan Mathis.
His eyes brightened as he observed Kylan, noting the extraordinary power of his bloodline and his advancement into the emperor realm. “His spiritual aperture has been opened. He has entered the emperor realm?” the Master of Kylo exclaimed in surprise.
“Not long ago, he ascended to the emperor realm,” Gabriel explained.
A stiff smile graced Sohan’s features. “Good. To witness such remarkable talent in my descendant brings me solace. Now, tell me, what trouble have you encountered?”
Despite the genial facade, the old man sensed that Gabriel was in significant peril.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have ventured into the restricted area to awaken him.
Gabriel skirted around the issue, recounting the conflict between Braydon and their faction.
Yet, Sohan, with years of wisdom behind him, merely nodded, having already pieced together the situation.
It was undoubtedly Gabriel’s misstep, but that was inconsequential.
What truly mattered was safeguarding Kylan, whose potential eclipsed even the previous Masters of Kylo.
As for notions of good and evil, right and wrong—such considerations held little weight for a divine of Sohan’s stature.
Having lived a millennia, his conscience had long since faded into obscurity.
Meanwhile, in the heavens above, tens of thousands of swords descended, aimed at Gabriel.
“How arrogant! How dare you launch an attack within the forbidden zone’s airspace!”
Sohan’s disdain was palpable as he effortlessly shattered the onslaught with a casual wave of his hand.
This seasoned extreme divine had honed his powers to perfection—an adversary not easily dealt with.
However, Braydon had tapped into his time domain, boosting his peak battle strength to ninety times that of an extreme divine.
No soul within Kylo Ruins possessed the power to halt him.
With Trevon nestled in his arms, Braydon descended upon the scene.
The child, mere three years old, peered at Gabriel with trepidation—this was the same figure who had tormented Trevon for three agonizing months.
“Braydon Neal, how dare you! Do you comprehend where you stand?”
Gabriel’s voice reverberated with indignation.
Ever since learning of Braydon’s slaying of a Master of Kylo, an extreme divine, Gabriel had been consumed by dread.
He understood that unless the ancient ancestor intervened, no force could thwart Braydon’s rampage.
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