Chapter 1772 It Must be Him

Chapter 1772: It Must be Him Chapter 1772: It Must be Him Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Colton Jansky stood with his hands in his pockets, his casual demeanor adding to his air of authority.  This was the reincarnation of the Bright Lord!

“Soul Search, then,” he said indifferently.

The Soul Search technique was a powerful secret skill that would reveal all of Savoy Lanaspeze’s secrets.  Using this technique with the Bright Lord’s true body was optimal.  Savoy had no chance of resisting against such overwhelming cultivation.

The Bright Lord’s true body fixed a cold gaze on Savoy.  An invisible force penetrated all of Savoy’s defenses and pierced into his mind like a steel needle.

“Ah!” Savoy’s agonized screams echoed, sending chills through the air.  The intensity of the screams gradually faded as the Bright Lord’s true body continued its relentless assault.  No one could intervene when the Bright Lord’s true body was at work.

Meanwhile, a sense of panic spread.  On Planet 002, a figure was trying to make a discreet exit.

“Farlay Lovin, where are you going?” An authoritative voice cut through the darkness.

Cabel Callison had appeared out of nowhere!

After ten years of seclusion, Cabel emerged, his Tenze Divine Armor altering his perception of time.  A year outside equated to a hundred years within the armor—so he had spent the equivalent of 1,000 years in seclusion.  He had used this time to study the Nine Prefectures Record and master his former leader’s techniques.

Now, he was at the peak of his realm!

A few days ago, Cabel had reemerged from seclusion and had been observing from the shadows.  With the Bright Lord’s true body making a move and top figures starting to leave, Cabel knew it wasn’t just a coincidence.

Wearing his Tenze Divine Armor and displaying his peak cultivation, Cabel advanced, blocking the path of the departing figure.

The middle-aged peak was Farlay.

“Lord Cabel!” he said, bowing respectfully.

“If you have no ill intentions, follow me,” Cabel replied, his gaze sharp and ready to strike if Farlay showed any signs of treachery.

Farlay gave a faint smile.

“I just had a minor issue to address.

Since Lord Cabel is concerned about me, I will accompany you.” Such a readily given assurance made Cabel wary.  Could it be that Farlay was truly not going to do anything funny?

The two quickly made their way to the scene.

Under the Bright Lord’s true body’s Soul Search, every detail of Savoy’s 3,000 years of memories was laid bare, from significant events to trivial moments, including how he had obtained the Soul-Destroying Nail.

Meanwhile, Flavien Lanaspeze watched anxiously as Savoy’s face twisted in pain, his aura growing feeble.  Turning to Luther Carden and the other elders, he pleaded, “Ancestor Luther, Ancestors, Savoy can’t endure much longer.

If he can’t withstand this forbidden Soul Search technique, his soul will collapse!” A collapsed soul meant total destruction—no soul imprint, no chance of reincarnation.

“Are both of you surnamed Lanaspeze?” Braydon Neal asked indifferently.

“I…” Flavien was taken aback.

“Are you part of his direct family line?” Braydon pressed.

“I’m five generations removed from him!” Flavien felt a growing sense of dread.

“What a pity,” Braydon said with a faint smile.  It was a regretful statement but carried a deeper meaning.

Flavien was unnerved by the implication.

“If you were part of the three direct lines, it would be easier to execute you on the spot,” Braydon clarified.

“What?” Flavien’s face went pale.  He hadn’t anticipated that these high-ranking figures would contemplate killing him.

He suddenly recalled Braydon’s earlier threat to annihilate Savoy and his direct family.

This was no mere threat—it was a serious intent to destroy one’s direct family line: the father, mother, and children’s line.  All were blood relatives.

Killing the three lines was like severing the roots of the bloodline and eliminating all descendants.  It meant wiping out that entire lineage.

The Bright Lord’s true body was merciless and showed no concern for Savoy’s during the soul search.  To him, this was the rightful outcome for someone like Savoy.

As expected, Savoy didn’t last more than fifteen minutes.  His eyes gradually grew empty, the whites disappearing, leaving only pitch black with no trace of life.  His head slumped powerlessly, and his soul turned to dust, vanishing into thin air.

The Bright Lord’s true body tossed him aside like a piece of trash and turned to Braydon, saying calmly, “The Soul-Destroying Nail came from the demon race, created by the wind saint great roc.

The one who colluded with the wind saint great roc was at a peak of the human race.

Savoy’s memories didn’t reveal their identity.” “If they didn’t promise him a substantial reward, how could he have dared to kill the Northern Army people?” Braydon asked.

The Bright Lord’s true body continued, “The demon race offered a price: kill one high-ranking member of the Northern Army with the Soul-Destroying Nail, and you’d receive a peak technique.

Kill two, and you’d get the resources to cultivate to the peak.

Kill three, and you’d be given a copy of a peak technique!” For a spirit body, reaching the peak was the ultimate aspiration.  In the universe, peak beings were considered the strongest.

This was incredibly tempting!  Even though Savoy was a spirit body genius, his chances of becoming a peak expert were slim—less than one in a hundred thousand.  If it were otherwise, there wouldn’t be only a few hundred peak experts among the human race.

Achieving the peak required not just luck but also the right cultivation techniques, resources, and background.  Reaching such heights was incredibly difficult.

Once at the peak, one could enter the core of the race, a significant milestone in the super races.

Braydon listened with a smile and said, “The demons are indeed generous.

You should go yourself and bring back the head of the wind saint great roc.” “Understood!” the Bright Lord’s true body waved his hand and tore through the starry sky, stepping into the passageway.

Braydon instructed, “Relay a message to the rulers of the demon race: if they have any issues, they can come to me directly.

If they dare to harm my subordinates again, they shouldn’t blame me for using the Spirit Summoning Art to summon my past bodies to dominate the world!

“Destroy my path and the demon race!” Braydon’s words were laced with menace.  Cole Colbie had nearly died, and Luke Yates had been severely injured.  It was clear that Braydon’s limits had been crossed.

Sending the Bright Lord’s true body to the demon lands to take the life of the wind saint great roc served as a warning.  It also demonstrated to the world that, despite past setbacks, he still possessed the power to annihilate an entire race.  If the demons sought destruction now, Braydon would be more than willing to oblige.

The demons, being a super race divided into many factions, would undoubtedly face internal conflicts under such a grave threat.  They would have to decide their course of action.

The Bright Lord’s true body departed to confront the demon race personally.

Everyone fell silent.

“Eliminate him!” Braydon’s gaze fell coldly on Savoy’s lifeless body.

“Kill his entire family and wipe out his three direct lines!” “Yes, sir!” Those given the order were the sons of the Northern Army.  Atreus Burnett stepped forward and said, “Brother, I’ll handle this.

Savoy’s lineage still holds some influence in the 7th stellar realm.” “Let him do it,” Braydon said, turning to indicate one of the chiefs.

The task would fall to Chadwick Neal, the head of the eight lineage chiefs.

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