Chapter 1613 Dismantle Elysium

Chapter 1613: Dismantle Elysium Chapter 1613: Dismantle Elysium Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation “Dad, are you really willing to sacrifice Brie’s life just to eliminate the enemy?” Trevon Neal asked quietly.

“You are the Young Master of the Northern Army.

Today, I will teach you what you must uphold,” Braydon Neal replied calmly, locking eyes with his son.

“In the future, as leader of the Northern Army, millions will follow you to the death.

You must understand, you cannot allow yourself to be threatened in this life.” Being threatened meant yielding their benefits, and that would mean betraying the interests of all Northern Army soldiers.  It would destroy the army’s morale and cohesion that had been carefully built over the years.

“Since the establishment of the Northern Army, betrayal has never been tolerated,” Braydon continued solemnly.

“Any betrayal among Northern Army’s leadership would fracture our elite forces, a scenario I refuse to witness.” “Braydon, what are you doing?” Eva Foreman scolded angrily.

“You shouldn’t have come here today!” Braydon glanced over and raised his left hand slightly.  Asura launched another attack, intensifying the deadlock once more.  Around them, members of the mask group and Asura, who had recently defeated the new eternal expert Gage Wyrick, closed in.

Surveying the hopeless situation, Easton Thorpe spoke coldly to Braydon.

“Give me half of Dragon Spring World’s territory, and I’ll release your daughter.

Otherwise, you’ll regret this for the rest of your life.” “Since I assumed command of the Northern Army, I’ve never succumbed to threats,” Braydon responded ruthlessly.  It was clear he considered Brie Neal more than just a bargaining chip; he outright rejected Easton’s offer.

In less than 15 minutes, they had decimated Nine Magnificence Divine Mountain, nearly wiping out all cultivators from major factions who had gathered there.

Leaving Easton there!

Easton’s face darkened.  His eyes, like those of a venomous snake, fixed on Eva as he spoke, “Foreman, this is your last chance!” Seeing Braydon’s refusal to yield, he redirected his threat.  A calm voice interrupted him.

“You don’t stand a chance!” Swish!

The space around them layered, time suppressed to its limits.  A green-robed man wearing a smiling mask moved swiftly—it was the green lotus banished immortal!

Having suffered the time backlash earlier while aiding Trevon, he had retreated to recover, now emerging to act decisively.

He was their best hope to save the little girl, mastering the path of time and space to create the optimal rescue opportunity.

True to expectation, Easton’s horror intensified.  His attempts to strike were thwarted by thousands of layers of space centered on him, time’s force further constraining his every move.  His chances of even raising a hand became a distant hope.

Though the green lotus banished immortal was weakened and couldn’t sustain this for long, one second was all Asura needed.  In a blink, Asura stood before Easton, his eternal power forming into a longsword that moved like a fleeting shadow.

With a swift stroke, Easton’s head parted from his body, the surge of eternal energy obliterating his life and death pills and erasing his consciousness.  He fell instantly, slain on the spot!

His headless form crumpled to the ground as Asura gently took Brie into his arms.

“Brie!” Eva rushed forward, embracing her daughter amidst tears of joy.

Trevon gazed at his father in silence for a long moment.  Suddenly, he asked, “If Easton had taken me hostage, would you still have attacked?” “Yes,” replied Braydon simply, offering no further explanation.

Trevon’s expression dimmed, and he remained silent for a while longer.  The green lotus banished immortal approached gently and spoke to her, “Trevon, your father had no other choice today.

The secrets of the Dragon Spring World are too important for the Northern Army to compromise.

Your father believes in protecting through decisive action.

To him, only by eliminating threats can he ensure Brie’s safety.

Do you understand?” “If your father had yielded, Easton would have seen it as weakness.

He would not have released Brie; instead, he would have used her as leverage against us.

Your father would have been seen as vulnerable, making every subsequent move a mistake,” continued the green lotus banished immortal.

“The king of the Northern Army cannot afford to be threatened.” As the green lotus banished immortal explained, Trevon began to grasp why Braydon had acted as he did.  If Easton had held Brie hostage and Braydon had capitulated, it would have only emboldened Easton.  The promise of releasing Brie would have been hollow, serving only to maintain leverage over the Northern Army.  Easton would not easily relinquish such a potent bargaining chip.

Once one succumbs to control, it becomes a cycle of further concessions.  Braydon, Luther Carden, and the others understood this shallow logic better than anyone.  That’s why, in the Northern Army, no one dared to question Braydon’s decisions.  Indeed, Braydon’s course of action was the correct one—to secure peace through strength.

Braydon didn’t linger.

“Let’s pay them a visit and remind them not to make a habit of using my children as leverage.” This statement reflected Braydon’s resolve.  Today, they intended to dismantle the top faction in the Spirit Sea—Elysium.  Allowing Easton’s actions to go unchecked would mean Brie would never have peace, forever confined within the Foreman family’s territory and under perpetual threat.

Therefore, Elysium had to be dealt with.  By dismantling the Elysium, they would send a clear message to all other factions in the Spirit Sea: interfering with Brie would be forbidden for the next ten thousand years.

In a secluded area of the Spirit Sea, three white mountains floated above the waves—the three main peaks of Elysium.  Each peak was protected by formidable killing formations, ensuring no intruders for millennia.  Yet today, someone had come knocking.

Accompanied by ten thousand banished immortals, Braydon flew over.  An elderly voice resonated from the main peak of Elysium.

“I didn’t expect Commander Neal to visit.

Please forgive our lack of welcome,” spoke an old man in a gray robe, stepping forward respectfully.

“Hello, Commander Neal,” he greeted with a bow.

“Is Easton Thorpe from Elysium?” Braydon inquired bluntly.

Apollo Wyrick, the old man, nodded solemnly.

“He is the deputy sect master of Elysium.

If he has offended Commander Neal in any way, please accept our apologies.

However…” “He threatened me with my son, and I killed him,” Braydon interjected straightforwardly.

“What?” Apollo exclaimed, shocked and furious.  Such news was unthinkable.

Easton represented Elysium and managed affairs in the Dragon Spring world.  How could Elysium not be aware?

What truly angered Apollo was that Braydon had actually slain the deputy sect master of Elysium—a first in the faction’s ten-thousand-year history.

Suppressing his anger, Apollo spoke with determination.

“Commander Neal, are you here to punish us?” “No, I’ve come to dismantle Elysium!”

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