Chapter 2103 No More Words are Needed for Killing

Chapter 2103: No More Words are Needed for Killing Chapter 2103: No More Words are Needed for Killing Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Braydon Neal’s words made Wilma Nilles’s expression change.

In the next moment, a bright light flashed in Braydon’s hand as he softly spoke to her.

“I have already informed the experts in the city.

He is on his way.” “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.” With that, Braydon placed his palm on Wilma’s body and gently pushed her.

In an instant, Wilma’s body flew into the distance, shooting high into the sky.

“Braydon!” Wilma shouted anxiously, her eyes fixed on him.

“You must come back alive!” Braydon’s figure gradually disappeared from her sight.

As Wilma vanished, a hint of relief flickered in Braydon’s eyes.

“Blackie, go and keep an eye on him,” he said, looking at Blackie.

“Don’t let that guy escape.

I’m still counting on him to gain a good impression.” “I’m a transcendent realm night crow.

It’s not appropriate for you to call me Blackie.” “Not appropriate?” “I think it fits perfectly.” The night crow said no more.

Without hesitation, he flew into the sky, chasing after the target.

Braydon lowered his gaze, staring at the dazzling aura in his hand.

The power within him surged before he sealed it.

“You can’t just drop it like this.

I still need you as a prop later.” After sealing Resplendent, Braydon’s figure gradually faded into the distance.

The elder of Law Enforcement should be arriving soon.

He needed to set the scene.

In a narrow alley, Willet fled quickly, turning back every so often to check behind him.

Seeing no signs of an explosion, a puzzled expression crossed his face.

Above him, a pair of scarlet eyes stared intently.

“What are you looking at?” “Just wondering why that b*tch hasn’t exploded yet.” The sudden question behind him made Willet answer instinctively, but the next moment, his body stiffened.

He drew a short knife, swinging it backward.

Braydon intercepted with his sword, his calm expression showing no emotion.

“B*tch?” His tone grew dangerous as his eyes narrowed slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips.

He was angry.

You nearly ruined my plan, and now you’re insulting me?

You’re just a fish that slipped through the net of nine years of service.

Willet’s heart turned cold.

He knew exactly what it meant for someone to appear behind him without being noticed.

If not for Braydon saying something, he might not have realized even if he were killed.

“Who are you?” Willet asked fearfully.

“I’ve traveled thousands of miles and rarely encountered male enemies.

I’ve never seen you before.” “That’s not what you said when you attacked my woman.” Braydon smiled faintly.

“Didn’t you cut her earlier?” Willet froze, his pupils constricting.

Then, he began retreating quickly.

Braydon didn’t move, watching quietly as Willet backed away.

Dressed in black, Braydon stood on the narrow path, his robes fluttering despite the absence of wind.

“You hurt my people with this sword.” Braydon unsheathed his sword, a cold light flashing.

“Ah!” Willet suppressed his scream, a deep wound appearing on his arm.

A pair of icy eyes bore down on him, and Braydon’s thin lips parted slightly.

“This sword will punish you for your filthy words.” Another wound appeared on Willet’s arm, deep enough to expose bone.

In pain, Willet shouted desperately, “Senior, this is my fault.

I’ll apologize to you!

“I can even give you a list of all the female disciples in the Myriad Demon Sect who have been involved with me.

Use them as leverage!

“I also have financial reports.

I’ll hand them all over to you!” But despair filled him as Braydon continued advancing, unmoved.

“If you hurt her once, I’ll return it a hundredfold.” A cold light flashed, and a storm of sword Qi engulfed Willet.

His anguished roars filled the air as the sword Qi storm subsided, leaving his body covered in identical, excruciating wounds—each inflicted a hundredfold.

Now a bloodied mess, Willet finally understood the weight of Wilma’s words when she vowed not to let him go.

He couldn’t resist such terrifying power.

The other party was clearly toying with him, ensuring he didn’t die too quickly.

“Senior, I’ve been punished.

Can I leave now?” Willet asked hoarsely.

“Of course,” Braydon replied with a nod.

Relief flickered in Willet’s eyes as he cautiously stepped back.

“But…” Braydon’s next words froze Willet in place.

“You’ll have to leave something behind for me to return with.” “Senior, what do you mean?

If I have it, it’s yours.” “Your head.” Braydon’s calm voice stopped Willet cold.

“Senior, this isn’t fair!

I’ve already been punished.

You can’t kill me!” “Fair?” Braydon chuckled softly.

“My strength is the rule.” As Willet tried to escape, Braydon calmly sheathed his sword.

“Die.” The sound of the sword echoed through the air.

Willet, mid-flight, suddenly froze.

A thin red line appeared across his neck.

He never expected this.

After years of freedom, today he had fallen—unexpectedly and decisively.

Braydon calmly picked up Willet’s head and retrieved Resplendent from his robes, unsealing its power.

The light blazed wildly as Braydon tossed it next to Willet’s lifeless body.

His figure dissipated, reappearing far away.

Braydon took his sword and tore his clothes into shreds, frowning as he added bloodstains and wounds to his body.

Finally satisfied, he nodded.

He had fought Willet and killed him.

Suddenly, a violent explosion shook the distance, its terrifying force making the entire Myriad Demon City tremble.

Braydon gazed into the distance as two powerful auras rapidly approached.

“After all that acting, you’re finally here.”

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