Chapter 2057 Lotus Feather Secret Technique

Chapter 2057: Lotus Feather Secret Technique Chapter 2057: Lotus Feather Secret Technique Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Braydon Neal looked at the skeletons of the villagers before him.

His eyes brimmed with grief and anger.

“Alright, I promise you.” Braydon slowly raised the three-foot-long black sword in his hand.

He wanted everyone to leave without pain.

With a swift motion, he swung his arm down, unleashing a shocking surge of sword intent.

The decayed villagers were engulfed by the violent energy, their figures gradually fading away.

“Thank you…” “Thank you, big brother…” The heartfelt gratitude echoed in the man’s hearty voice, the woman’s gentle tone, and the child’s innocent words.

As Braydon gazed at the now-silent village, he fell into silence himself.

“Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain… Haha!” Suddenly, faint blue dots of light appeared in front of Braydon, drifting toward him.

They entered his glabella, and a wave of comfort swept over him as his divine soul grew stronger.

Braydon was slightly stunned.

These tiny dots of light were… He looked into the distance.

From Destin Wroten, he had heard of a place called Silver City.

Braydon decided to take a look.

But just how tragic was Silver City?

Braydon rose into the air, and in a few breaths, he arrived above the city.

As expected, the city walls were blackened, covered in scarlet blood.

There was no light within, only the sound of roars.

Sensing Braydon’s aura, a voice suddenly emerged from the city.

It belonged to a rank four transcendent expert.

Unlike others, his strength had kept his body from decaying.

“Roar!” The moment he spotted Braydon, he let out a furious roar and vanished, reappearing in an instant with a cold light flashing to Braydon’s left.

Pa!

Braydon grabbed his wrist with an indifferent gaze.

This figure from Silver City had likely endured far longer than those of Black Iron Village.

Whatever humanity remained had been wiped out.

“You’re living in pain.

Let me help you.” Braydon tightened his grip, and the sound of bones breaking echoed.

The black sword in Braydon’s hand gleamed with terrifying intent as it slashed through the transcendent.

A massive wound appeared instantly.

“Roar!” The transcendent howled in pain, but another strike came.

This time, he couldn’t block it.

Braydon unleashed a storm of sword Qi, completely obliterating the figure.

As Braydon looked at Silver City below, understanding dawned upon him.

Such sights plagued this entire small world.

The old bastards from the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain had thrown people here after extracting their blood essence, letting resentment fester and forcing the inhabitants to kill each other.

Given another thousand years, this horrific method could produce a level nine.

But attaining level ten required comprehension of the great path—something these beings, consumed by resentment, could never achieve.

Braydon sighed softly as he gazed downward.

“Braydon Neal of the human race will avenge all of you.” In this small world, humans were the most abundant population.

Ordinary humans were easier to find.

Braydon retrieved the token Scipio Langdon had given him and infused it with spiritual power.

A virtual image of Scipio appeared before him.

“Braydon, what’s wrong?” Scipio asked, puzzled.

It hadn’t even been a day—why was Braydon summoning him?

“Pavilion Master, is there a way to destroy this small world?” Braydon’s words caused Scipio’s expression to darken.

He knew Braydon wouldn’t make such a request lightly.

When Scipio’s perception swept across the small world, his face turned grim.

“How dare those old bastards from the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain!” Scipio now understood why Braydon wanted the world destroyed—everyone inside was suffering unbearably.

“My main body could do it, but this is just a phantom.” “Braydon, I need your help.

Inject all your power into the jade pendant, and I’ll use my strength to attack this world.” Braydon nodded.

“Understood, Pavilion Master.” He mobilized his spiritual power, channeling it into the jade pendant in his hand.

The 80,000 Dharma Idols within his small world transferred their strength to Braydon, creating an overwhelming power that left Scipio in awe.

“Braydon, your strength is terrifying even at the immortal great celestial realm.

If you reach the first level transcendent realm… even a seventh-level transcendent wouldn’t be your match.” “You flatter me,” Braydon said with a humble smile.

Scipio’s eyes gleamed as he felt the gathered power.

“I have enough strength now.

Watch closely.” Scipio’s form began radiating a gentle light that spread across the cold, desolate land.

“This is one of the inheritance techniques of my Lotus Feather Pavilion… Return Lotus!” As the light intensified, everything it touched glowed green.

Ruins crumbled, blood-stained walls collapsed, and the muddy ground shifted as tiny green shoots sprouted.

Even the vengeful souls, once rampant, began to vanish.

Soon, the entire world was filled with lotus flowers, radiating vitality.

Braydon’s eyes softened with reminiscence.

The Lotus Feather Pavilion Master he had killed in the past also seemed to know this move.

“This technique was created by one of our ancestors, who later disappeared mysteriously.

Only the cultivation method was found in their seclusion site.” Braydon fell silent, feeling a twinge of guilt.

If Scipio ever discovered that he was the one who killed that martial ancestor… Would he come after him?

In moments, the small world was blanketed in green lotuses.

“Green Lotus, destroy!” At Scipio’s command, the resplendent flowers emitted waves of brilliant light, tearing apart the fabric of the small world.

Resentment-filled space crumbled under the green glow, shattering completely.

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