Chapter 1631 The Broken Longbow

Chapter 1631: The Broken Longbow Chapter 1631: The Broken Longbow Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation “That would be terrifying!” Luke Yates exclaimed suddenly.  The cucumber slipped from his hand as he gasped, “A hundred…” “Shut up!” Braydon Neal cut him off sharply.

Luke immediately lowered his head, falling silent.  Growing up as brothers, they knew what went unsaid.

Heather Sage poured tea quietly, saying nothing.

“You’re rarely in the capital, Northern King.

Should we ask His Highness Syrus to return and guard it?” Dominic Lowe probed.

“Discuss it with Xinghe,” Braydon replied, unwilling to decide for Syrus Yanagi.

Dominic’s face soured.

“We tried.

His Highness Syrus told me off.

Said if I bother him again, he’ll knock me out with one punch!” Braydon couldn’t help but chuckle.  He dismissed Dominic and turned to Heather.

“Don’t worry.

I’m here in the capital.

I won’t let things spiral out of control,” Heather reassured him, handing over a teacup.

Braydon nodded faintly, then spotted two familiar faces.

Xana Thomas and Joseph Thomas!

They were acquaintances.

Xana was Heather’s closest friend, and Joseph had joined the Special Operations Team at a young age, now leading the Preston Team.

“Joseph Thomas of the Preston Team greets the Northern King!” Dressed in black, Joseph seemed youthful but was actually over forty, with three children.  He knelt briefly before Braydon.

Braydon smiled.

“Enough with the formalities.

Get up.” “Hehe, Brother Braydon!” Joseph grinned sheepishly, scratching his head.

“Not bad, reaching the wargod level already!” Braydon praised him.

“Well, with my talents, reaching wargod level is already a miracle.

I can’t compare to you, Braydon,” Joseph chuckled modestly.

Braydon glanced at Heather, a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

Braydon had left a significant amount of cultivation resources within the Neal family.  If he shared some with Joseph, his cultivation would have reached the pinnacle realm.

Xana spoke softly, “I didn’t let Heather assist Joseph.

If she helped him reach the pinnacle realm, he would aim for the emperor realm, even the saint realm.

Once he desires it, he will head for the ruins and enter the Spirit Sea.

His ultimate fate will be to perish in a foreign land.” Braydon immediately grasped the reason.  However, he raised his hand and pointed at Joseph.  As if nurturing tender shoots to help them grow, he caused the energy within him to erupt, reaching the king level.  Then, Braydon struck Joseph’s chest with a palm.

With a single strike, he opened the gate to the pinnacle realm within his body.  Joseph achieved the pinnacle realm!

Only then did Braydon stop.

“Brother Braydon, this…” Joseph was dumbfounded.  He hadn’t expected his breakthrough to come so easily.

Braydon smiled faintly.

“From today onwards, you will serve as the captain of the central Hansworth main team, on par with a commander.

But remember, cultivation isn’t for killing.

When you reach a certain level, seek longevity!” While cultivators coveted great power, their deepest desire was longevity—an eternal existence in the world, akin to the eternal realm cultivators who dwelt in the mortal realm.

“Joseph Thomas of the Preston Team will remember your teachings,” Joseph nodded.

All members of the five main teams were Braydon’s followers, continuing to this day.  The members of the five main teams still wielded the cold swords, unified under the Black Qilin banner of the Northern Army.

Braydon returned to Preston for a few days and tasked Dominic from the capital to bring back a batch of resources—cultivation techniques, secret arts, spirit herbs, and weapons—enough to equip hundreds of thousands of troops in the capital.  This was Braydon’s parting gift to the capital.

At noon.

In the northern desert!

In the vast desert, yellow sand swept across the landscape.  At the foot of a towering mountain peak lay countless graves.

Here, beneath the earth lie all the sons of the Northern Army.

Mount Bliz, the towering mountain, was Braydon’s domain.

The northern desert, where the young Northern King grew up.

Every inch of this land carried memories of the Northern Army’s men.

At the mountain’s peak stood Braydon, clad in the Cloud-Treading Qilin Robe with the Northern King Sword at his waist.

At the mountain’s base, eight million soldiers wore black scarves, black armor, and carried cold swords at their waists.

“Draw your swords!” Frediano Jadanza commanded.

Swoosh!

Eight million men drew their swords with their left hands, holding them horizontally across their chests.  Their eyes blazed like torches as they shouted in unison, “Northern Army subordinates greet the commander!

“In life, a commoner; in death, a war spirit of the north.

We pledge to follow the commander till the end and die without regrets!” All members of the Northern Army were iron-blooded men!

Each legion had a commander standing calmly at the forefront, awaiting orders from their elder brother.

Braydon stood atop the mountain peak, his voice booming like thunder across the desert.

“The sons of the Northern Army were born to safeguard the peace of Hansworth and the northern desert.

Now, as the battlefield in space looms like a hidden tiger, shall we allow this tiger to rest in the Northern Army’s bed?” “I pledge to follow the commander, conquer the starry skies, and vanquish the alien races!” Luther Carden declared.

The soldiers of the Northern Army echoed, “Conquer the starry skies, vanquish the alien races!” “May the human race endure forever, and may Hansworth thrive eternally!” The soldiers of the Northern Army had long awaited this day.

They feared not death.

They feared not dying in foreign lands.

“Loyal bones lie everywhere in the mountains.

Why must we fear death?” Braydon took a step forward, a Qilin materializing behind him.

The thousand-mile Qilin Dharma engulfed in flames ascended into the sky with a thunderous roar.

“Qilin’s Fury!” The roar shattered the heavens.

“Let’s go!” Braydon gave the order.

All the soldiers took flight.  None were below the holy master realm, so flying posed no difficulty.  They soared into the sky, charging through the clouds.

Braydon rode the Qilin Dharma and reached the outer reaches of Earth in mere moments.

The vast starry sky exuded a sense of deathly stillness.  The blazing sun cast intense heat, while the moon, hiding nearby, seemed solitary.

Directly ahead, the bright moon and blazing sun loomed.  Braydon pointed in a direction, and everyone unleashed their full aura, accelerating swiftly.

In the distance, intermittent flashes of light revealed scenes akin to planets exploding—a grim reminder of ongoing battles in the space battlefield.

Unbeknownst to many, these were large starships meeting their explosive end.

On this merciless battlefield, skirmishes unfolded continuously.  Thousands of cultivators perished in various sectors daily, entire armies vanishing with alarming regularity.

The ten thousand banished immortals accompanying Braydon wore masks.  They didn’t follow the entire Northern Army but dispersed, arriving first at the space battlefield’s outer perimeter.

The primordial chaos banished immortal, donning a smiley face mask, surveyed the surroundings with profound eyes.  Broken starships, shattered longbows, and dismembered corpses lay scattered around.  Massive demon beast carcasses floated across the starry expanse, remnants of a significant battle that had once raged here.

This location lay a mere seven stars away from Earth.

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