Chapter 1363: Foundation Taking Action

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Yet Kylo refused to mete out this justice, leaving Braydon Neal with no recourse but to take matters into his own hands.

And now, the question arose: had justice truly been served?

“Gabriel Mathis’s bloodline—every last one of them, I want them dead,” Braydon declared with chilling indifference.

“Understood,” came a decrepit voice from the mist-shrouded ancestral land.

As the voice echoed, the seventh master Konnor Lombardo bowed his head in deference, while the numerous generations of Kylo Master remained silent, acknowledging the terrifying seniority of the speaker within.

The justice Kylo promised for Trevon Neal—was by slaughtering Gabriel’s bloodline, which extended throughout Kylo City.

Witnessing this, Sohan Mathis seethed with shock and rage.

“Kylo can’t shield you!” Jaromir Neal declared, swiftly killing Sohan as the onlookers from Kylo could do naught but watch helplessly.

Meanwhile, Gabriel’s faction members were brought to Kylo City and summarily executed, staining the streets crimson with blood.

Amidst this carnage, Braydon remained aloof, carrying Trevon as he turned to depart.

Constantine Siegel interjected calmly, “Thirteen, hold on a moment. While you may harbor sentiments for Kylo and refrain from total annihilation, there’s another matter to consider. Those of the Spirit Sea have arrived. These few old guardians won’t suffice; they lack the standing to face us.”

“Second-generation ancestor of Kylo, show yourself. You represent Kylo,” Constantine stated calmly.

In negotiations between experts, parity in strength was paramount.

Without it, neither party held the right to engage, and the stronger could easily eliminate the weaker.

“It’s rumored that Kylo’s supreme technique is the Kylo Canon,” Jaromir remarked softly. “The Great Void of Kylo Art is said to have been derived from it. Today, I wish to peruse it.”

“What a coincidence. I’m curious to see it as well,” Cassian Lavoie chimed in, retracting his black spear with a boisterous laugh.

The Kylo Ruins harbored a significant secret—the Great Void of Kylo Art, originating from the Kylo Canon, and comprehended by the second-generation ancestor of Kylo, had become Mount Kylo’s preeminent technique.

Yet, even the past Kylo Masters remained ignorant of the Kylo Canon’s origins, known only to a select few ancient factions in the Spirit Sea.

It was from these depths that the canon emerged, laying the foundation of the Kylo lineage.

Constantine, Fredrich Truitt, and their companions were clearly formidable adversaries, drawing the attention of numerous ruthless figures from the Spirit Sea, all eager to claim a piece of the spoils from Kylo Ruins.

As Jaromir, Fredrich, Cassian, and Constantine awaited the appearance of Kylo’s second generation, another unexpected arrival occurred.

From a distance, the melodic strains of a flute drifted through the air, accompanied by the sight of a colossal beast soaring across the sky.

Resembling an ox yet emitting a howl akin to a dog, it was none other than the chimera.

Perched atop the beast’s back sat a man clad in green robes, wielding a jade flute from which emanated a soft, ethereal melody.

He was none other than Darian Sinclair, the sixth disciple of the Spirit Sea.

Beside him, a massive white tiger prowled, its fur a striking blend of black and white, its form adorned with wings of wind and thunder—an unmistakable symbol of purebred ferocity.

In the outside world, the white tiger was synonymous with one thing: destruction.

The figure riding atop it, Xander Lastor, the seventh disciple of the Spirit Sea, sported attire as pristine as snow, his countenance icy and unyielding, exuding an aura of extreme sword intent.

“Sword domain!” exclaimed the Artifact Spirit from Braydon’s spiritual aperture. “He must have mastered the domain! He cannot tolerate the presence of outsiders and holds the sword path in utmost reverence.”

Observing their arrival, the black dragon and the golden crow exchanged glances, shaking their heads in resignation.

“With the Sixth Master and the Seventh Master present, it seems Kylo’s secrets are not to be safeguarded.”

Darian, his green attire swaying as he approached Braydon with a smile as warm as a spring breeze. “Thirteen, you’ve finally returned!”

“Uncle Darian!” responded Trevon warmly.

Trevon’s eyes sparkled with excitement as Darian approached and scooped him up, playfully pinching the little one’s nose before breaking into laughter.

Turning around casually, he inquired, “Who harmed Trevon?”

“Kylo did!” Constantine responded bluntly.

In an instant, a tremendous pressure emanated from Xander’s being.

With a swift motion, he summoned a three-foot-long sword, its snowy blade gleaming with a fierce intensity.

Without hesitation, he and his blade darted into the spirit mist, where the Kylo ancestral land lay shrouded.

Deep within the mist, an ominous figure loomed—a formidable elder.

Xander’s demeanor was as resolute as ever, his speech sparse but his convictions unwavering.

Almost immediately, a chilling sword intent surged forth from the spirit mist, piercing the heavens and stretching across the skyline for miles on end.

Amidst the swirling mist, Xander’s figure emerged, brandishing his sword as he charged toward a young man garbed in Daoist robes—a scene that unfolded like a dance between life and death.

“Sword One!” Xander’s voice rang out, cold and commanding.

With a swift motion, his sword cleaved through the air, met with formidable resistance as the young man in Daoist robes skillfully parried the blow, countering with his own techniques.

Sword Two, Sword Three… until Sword Six!

Every sword strike was a killing move.

Xander’s swordsmanship had reached a state of utter simplicity, each strike embodying his essence, Qi, and spirit, augmented by the power of his domain.

Six consecutive strikes, each brimming with formidable potency, demanded the full attention of even the Daoist-robed figure within the spirit mist.

Energized by battle, Xander took the initiative to speak. “Kylo retains only 30% of its foundation. My sword path encompasses only seven strikes. Should you withstand the final blow, victory is yours!”

With those words, Xander’s white garments fluttered in the breeze, his gaze piercing.

The longsword in his grip quivered ever so slightly—a testament to its formidable quality and the immense force it endured.

An eerie silence descended upon the world, suffused with an ominous weight.

For a few heartbeats, it seemed as if all sword intent had vanished, replaced by an eerie calm.

Then, in a sudden eruption, the dormant beast within Xander’s blade awoke, its terrifying sword intent sweeping across the heavens and earth, engulfing the entirety of Kylo Ruins.

Watching from afar, Braydon’s expression turned solemn.

Xander’s mastery of the sword path far surpassed his own—a peerless prodigy who had unlocked the secrets of the sword domain.

This, then, was his ultimate strike—the culmination of Xander’s formidable prowess.

Of course, it was Sword Seven.

The moment his sword was unsheathed, it tore through Kylo City with a force that seemed to cleave heaven and earth asunder.

Within the spirit mist, the young man in Daoist robes held a Taiji symbol in his hands, while beneath his feet, a Taiji Diagram manifested.

Within this diagram, the yin fish-like side represented extreme yin, while the yang fish-like side embodied extreme yang—yin and yang forming the foundation.

As a gray energy materialized on the Taiji Diagram, a sense of foreboding descended.

Jaromir’s eyes widened in alarm. “Seven, withdraw!”

“A trace of primordial chaos energy! We must withdraw at once!” Fredrich echoed the sentiment, drawing from their knowledge of secrets gleaned from the Spirit Sea.

However, Xander walked the path of swords.

Swordsmen were renowned for their unwavering resolve; to retreat would mean the dissipation of their sword path cultivation.

Determined to press on, Xander refused to retreat, much to the frustration of the others.

As their rage intensified, Xander’s sword collided with the gray energy emanating from the Taiji Diagram.

In the clash, the primordial chaos energy recoiled momentarily, before exploding with a tremendous force.

Space seemed to warp and time to bend as the very fabric of reality was rent asunder, consumed by the ensuing chaos.

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