Chapter 1818 Crippled Body Suppresses the Human World

Chapter 1818: Crippled Body Suppresses the Human World Chapter 1818: Crippled Body Suppresses the Human World Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Braydon Neal stepped forward with his hands behind his back.  With each step, his aura shifted.  It was just a failed body—three thousand years of effort had only produced this broken form.  The sting of failure made Braydon a bit angry.  This time, he was out to have some fun, and this divine palace was the perfect source of entertainment.

As Braydon took a step, his aura erupted.  Despite being a crippled body, its aura was comparable to that of an eternal.  In an instant, 30,000 Dharma Idols appeared behind him, forming a Dharma Nation.  These 30,000 Dharma Idols stood side by side, each one alive.  Achieving the creation of 10,000 Dharma Idols had finally allowed Braydon to manifest them.

Stettman Kadlec shook his head.

“I’m not a god yet, just a mortal without any divine power.

How dare I provoke the divine palace?” “Path returning!” Braydon didn’t bother to defend himself.  As soon as he spoke, he returned to the path and became whole again.  The 30,000 Dharma Idols merged back into the Dharma Nation, returning to one and entering Braydon’s body.  In the blink of an eye, thousands of Dharma Idols fused into him, and his aura steadily climbed.

Stettman remained calm, confident that he could still kill Braydon with a flick of his finger.  But then something unexpected happened… Stettman’s face turned pale.  Braydon had cultivated 30,000 Dharma Idols.  Three thousand years of hard work had been spent perfecting his physical body to carry 100,000 Dharma Idols.  But now, all that effort seemed in vain.  The crippled body couldn’t bear the strain.  When Braydon reached 4,000 Dharma Idols, Stettman asked in horror, “Suppressing gods?” Not only that!

It was enough to kill a god!

Then, another thousand Dharma Idols merged into his body—5,000 Dharma Idols in total.  His power suppressed true gods, and his aura dominated hundreds of generations.  Braydon’s body seemed to break through its limits, reaching an unprecedented level of strength.  But this was just a warm-up.

Stettman was stunned.  Braydon said, “The warm-up is over.

This broken body of mine took 3,000 years of effort.

If this is all I can do, there’s no hope of ever founding a nation in this life.” With one sentence, Braydon hinted that his crippled body had even more potential.  The warm-up was over.

Boom!  In a single breath, another thousand Dharma Idols entered his body—6,000 Dharma Idols in total.  Braydon’s power surged again.  Then came 7,000, 8,000, 9,000…

and finally, 10,000!  Ten thousand Dharma Idols entered his body.

The force of his crippled body swept in all directions, shaking half of the divine palace.  The 36,000 elders of the divine palace were alarmed.  They flew into the air, shouting in anger, “Who made such a terrifying breakthrough?” “That aura…

it rose from a mortal body to this level!” “Is this the revival of an ancient figure?” “Who is this kid?” “Are the sages of our divine palace returning?” … The elders were shocked.  The four disciples had been alarmed long ago.  They hid in a corner, looking up at the sky, swallowing their saliva.

“Why did Master come knocking at the door?” Garvie Nantz muttered softly.

“I’m afraid there’s some misunderstanding!” Bedirhan Leitner pondered for a while and said, “The four of us suddenly arrived here.

Master must have sensed us and thought we were in danger, so he came out of seclusion to save us.” “Not necessarily!” Loki Foreman’s eyes were filled with shock.

He said in a low voice, “Grand Master’s body has no soul.

It’s not his original body.

And it doesn’t seem to be complete.

Otherwise, why didn’t he use the monarch art?” Femi Kabbah was equally stunned.

Bedirhan nodded in agreement.

“Don’t be reckless.

I’m afraid Master isn’t just here for us.

He’s here to test the new technique.” “The new technique is comparable to the Dharma Nation,” Loki murmured.

If it was to test the new technique, it meant that Braydon hadn’t succeeded yet.  If they rushed out carelessly, they’d only cause trouble.  The powerhouses of the divine palace were alarmed.

Stettman’s hair stood on end.  He couldn’t comprehend what kind of monster he had encountered.

Braydon had merged with the Dharma Idols.  His spirit now permeated the world, standing between heaven and earth with the power to suppress it—a truly terrifying presence!  When 5,000 Dharma Idols combined, they could suppress a true god.  Now, all the Dharma Idols belonged to him.  How powerful would his battle prowess be?

Braydon’s crippled body carried nothing.  He raised his left hand and smiled, “Does anyone have a weapon I could borrow?” “I do!” In the divine palace, among the 36,000 elders, there were bound to be a few who were daring.  Braydon had come knocking on their door, and yet, someone in the divine palace was still naive enough to lend him a weapon?

A long sword flew out of its sheath, its blade emerging from a frosty world.

“What’s the name of the sword?” Braydon asked softly, gripping the hilt.

“This sword is called the Cry of the Crane!” a purple-haired youth shouted.

“The Cry of the Crane is well-known here.” Braydon nodded.

As soon as he finished speaking, Braydon swung the sword to the side.  With just one slash, sixteen true gods at the south gate were instantly killed.  Their god bodies were shattered, and their souls were severed by the sword—they were slain on the spot!

He had killed sixteen gods with a single slash.

Then, he slashed again!

Stettman’s expression changed drastically as he felt a bone-chilling danger.  He wielded her bronze staff and struck.  The blade came across, seemingly ordinary, yet when it clashed with the staff, the cut was as smooth as a mirror.

The blade sliced cleanly through Stettman’s body, cutting at the waist without any secret techniques.  Though the damage to his god body wasn’t severe, everyone could see that Braydon had suppressed Stettman.

It was crucial to note that all the elders of the divine palace were in the god supreme realm.  Without reaching that level, one couldn’t be promoted to an elder.  In other words, every elder was a god supreme.  Moreover, Stettman was no ordinary figure.

Braydon had fused with the 10,000 Dharma Idols, surpassing the heavenly god realm and disregarding the ancient gods, making him a powerful existence directly within the god supreme realm.  This crippled body of his wasn’t as useless as it seemed.

However, Braydon’s standards were incredibly high.  He had killed sixteen gods with a single slash.  He slashed Stettman with a single stroke but didn’t pursue further.  One slash was enough to determine the victor.

With a faint smile, he swung his sword for the third time.  As the blade moved, the expressions of the divine palace’s members changed drastically.

“Stop!” an elder shouted angrily.

“You dare!” Before the words even finished, Braydon’s blade struck the plaque of the divine palace.  The plaque, which had hung for countless years, was cut down with a single slash.

Braydon then took a step forward, crossing the gate of the divine palace.

He had officially entered the gate!

This action was a direct provocation to everyone in the divine palace.  In an instant, more than ten elders attacked Braydon.

Stettman was a sixth-level god supreme realm expert, but now the ones attacking Braydon were at the half-step god king realm!  The peak of the god supreme realm was just a step away from becoming a god king.  The combat strength of such an existence was far beyond what Stettman could muster.  This was one of the top elders of the divine palace.

Braydon turned around and brandished his sword.

“Eight Blade Technique!” Loki’s eyes lit up—Braydon’s divine sword was even more terrifying!  He had forced back eleven elders, leaving only one half-step god king.

The red-haired elder’s face was grim.

“Attacking the divine palace is punishable by death!

If you don’t kneel when you see me, you’ll be sentenced to death!” Braydon was even more ruthless.  To make a half-step god king kneel was a bold demand.

In an instant, both of them were ready to kill.

Braydon’s black hair danced in the wind as he slashed out with his divine sword, fiercely battling the half-step god king.

But his patience was wearing thin!

“Path returning!” he called out again.

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